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[05 Jan 2008|02:23pm] |
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finally, the truth. lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive. his job was to walk calmly into death's welcoming arms. along the way, he was to dispose of voldemort's remaining links to life, so that when at last he flung himself across voldemort's path, and did not raise a want to defend himself, the end would be clean, and the job that ought to have been done in godric's hollow would be finished: neither would live, neither could surive. .... dumbledore's betrayal was almost nothing. of course there had been a bigger plan; harry had simply been too foolish to see it, he realized that now. he had never questioned his own assumption that dumbledore wanted him alive. now he saw that his life span had always been determined by how long it took to eliminate all the horcruxes. dumbledore had passed the job of destroying them to him, and obediently he had continued to chip away at the bonds tying not only voldemort, but himself, to life! how neat, how elegant, not to waste any more lives, but to give the dangerous task to the boy who had already been marked for slaughter, and whose death would not be a calamity, but another blow against voldemort.
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