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He
moved
forward
rather
cautiously
and
looked
down
.
The
ice
reflected
his
distorted
shadow
and
the
beam
of
wandlight
,
but
deep
below
the
thick
,
misty
gray
carapace
,
something
else
glinted
.
A
great
silver
cross
...
His
heart
skipped
into
his
mouth
:
He
dropped
to
his
knees
at
the
pool
's
edge
and
angled
the
wand
so
as
to
flood
the
bottom
of
the
pool
with
as
much
light
as
possible
.
A
glint
of
deep
red
...
It
was
a
sword
with
glittering
rubies
in
its
hilt
...
The
sword
of
Gryffindor
was
lying
at
the
bottom
of
the
forest
pool
.
Barely
breathing
,
he
stared
down
at
it
.
How
was
this
possible
?
How
could
it
have
come
to
be
lying
in
a
forest
pool
,
this
close
to
the
place
where
they
were
camping
?
Had
some
unknown
magic
drawn
Hermione
to
this
spot
,
or
was
the
doe
,
which
he
had
taken
to
be
a
Patronus
,
some
kind
of
guardian
of
the
pool
?
Or
had
the
sword
been
put
into
the
pool
after
they
had
arrived
,
precisely
because
they
were
here
?
In
which
case
,
where
was
the
person
who
wanted
to
pass
it
to
Harry
?
Again
he
directed
the
wand
at
the
surrounding
trees
and
bushes
,
searching
for
a
human
outline
,
for
the
glint
of
an
eye
,
but
he
could
not
see
anyone
there
.
All
the
same
,
a
little
more
fear
leavened
his
exhilaration
as
he
returned
his
attention
to
the
sword
reposing
upon
the
bottom
of
the
frozen
pool
.
He
pointed
the
wand
at
the
silvery
shape
and
murmured
,
"
Accio
Sword
.
"
It
did
not
stir
.
He
had
not
expected
it
to
.
If
it
had
been
that
easy
the
sword
would
have
lain
on
the
ground
for
him
to
pick
up
,
not
in
the
depths
of
a
frozen
pool
.
He
set
off
around
the
circle
of
ice
,
thinking
hard
about
the
last
time
the
sword
had
delivered
itself
to
him
.
He
had
been
in
terrible
danger
then
,
and
had
asked
for
help
.
"
Help
,
"
he
murmured
,
but
the
sword
remained
upon
the
pool
bottom
,
indifferent
,
motionless
.
What
was
it
,
Harry
asked
himself
(
walking
again
)
,
that
Dumbledore
had
told
him
the
last
time
he
had
retrieved
the
sword
?
Only
a
true
Gryffindor
could
have
pulled
that
out
of
the
hat
.
And
what
were
the
qualities
that
defined
a
Gryffindor
?
A
small
voice
inside
Harry
's
head
answered
him
:
Their
daring
nerve
and
chivalry
set
Gryffindor
apart
.
Harry
stopped
walking
and
let
out
a
long
sigh
,
his
smoky
breath
dispersing
rapidly
upon
the
frozen
air
.
He
knew
what
he
had
to
do
.
If
he
was
honest
with
himself
,
he
had
thought
it
might
come
to
this
from
the
moment
he
had
spotted
the
sword
through
the
ice
.
He
glanced
around
at
the
surrounding
trees
again
,
but
was
convinced
now
that
nobody
was
going
to
attack
him
.
They
had
had
their
chance
as
he
walked
alone
through
the
forest
,
had
had
plenty
of
opportunity
as
he
examined
the
pool
.
The
only
reason
to
delay
at
this
point
was
because
the
immediate
prospect
was
so
deeply
uninviting
.
