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He saw concern and something less easily definable in Hermione's expression. Then, as she glanced at Ron, Harry realized that it was fear: He had scared her with his talk of living with dead people.
"So that Peverell bloke who's buried in Godric's Hollow," he said hastily, trying to sound robustly sane, "you don't know anything about him,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], then?"
"No," she replied, looking relieved at the change of subject. "I looked him up after I saw the mark on his grave; if he'd been anyone famous or done anything important, I'm sure he'd be in one of our books. The only place I've managed to find the name 'Peverell' Is \iNature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy\i. I borrowed it from Kreacher," she explained as Ron raised his eyebrows. "It lists the pure-blood families that are now extinct in the male line. Apparently the Peverells were one of the earliest families to vanish."
"Extinct in the male line?" repeated Ron.
"It means the name died out," said Hermione, "centuries ago, in the case of the Peverells. They could still have descendents, though, they'd just be called something different."
And then it came to Harry in one shining piece, the memory that had stirred at the sound of the name "Peverell": a filthy old man brandishing an ugly ring in the face of a Ministry official,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and he cried aloud, "Marvolo Gaunt!"
"Sorry said Ron and Hermione together.
"\iMarvolo Gaunt!\i You-Know-Who's grandfather! In the Pensieve! With Dumbledore! Marvolo Gaunt said he was descended from the Peverells!"
Ron and Hermione looked bewildered.
"The ring, the ring that became the Horcrux, Marvolo Gaunt said it had the Peverell coat of arms on it! I saw him waving it in the bloke from the Ministry's face, he nearly shoved it up his nose!"
"The Peverell coat of arms?" said Hermione sharply. "Could you see what it looked like?"
"Not really," said Harry, trying to remember. "There was nothing fancy on there, as far as I could see; maybe a few scratches. I only ever saw it really close up after it had been cracked open."
Harry saw Hermione's comprehension in the sudden widening of her eyes. Ron was looking from one to the other, astonished.
"Blimey\a133You reckon it was this sign again? The sign of the Hallows?
"Why not said Harry excitedly, "Marvolo Gaunt was an ignorant old git who lived like a pig, all he cared about was his ancestry. If that ring had been passed down through the centuries, he might not have known what it really was. There were no books in that house, and trust me, he wasn't the type to read fairy tales to his kids. He'd have loved to think the scratches on the stone were a coat of arms, because as far as he was concerned, having pure blood made you practically royal."
"Yes\a133and that's all very interesting," said Hermione cautiously,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], "but Harry, if you're thinking what I think you're think \a150\a150"
"Well, why not? \iWhy not?\i said Harry, abandoning caution. "It was a stone, wasn't it?" He looked at Ron for support. "What if it was the Resurrection Stone?"
Ron's mouth fell open.
"Blimey \a150\a150 but would it still work if Dumbledore broke \a150\a150 ?"
"Work? \iWork?\i Ron, it never worked! \iThere's no such thing as a Resurrection Stone!"\i
Hermione leapt to her feet, looking exasperated and angry. Harry you're trying to fit everything into the Hallows story \a150\a150"
\i"Fit everything in?"\i he repeated. "Hermione, it fits of its own accord! I know the sign of the Deathly Hallows was on that stone! Gaunt said he was descended from the Peverells!"
"A minute ago you told us you never saw the mark on the stone properly!"
"Where'd you reckon the ring is now?" Ron asked Harry. "What did Dumbledore do with it after he broke it open?"
"But Harry's imagination was racing ahead, far beyond Ron and Hermione's\a133
\iThree objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death\a133Master\a133Conqueror\a133Vanquisher\a133The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death\a133\i
And he saw himself, possessor of the Hallows, facing Voldemort, whose Horcruxes were no match\a133\iNeither can live while the other survives\a133\iWas this the answer? Hallows versus Horcruxes? Was there a way after all, to ensure that he was the one who triumphed? If he were the master of the Deathly Hallows, would he be safe?
"Harry?"
But he scarcely heard Hermione: He had pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and was running it through his fingers, the cloth supple as water, light as air. He had never seen anything to equal it in his nearly seven years in the Wizarding world. The Cloak was exactly what Xenophilius had described: \iA cloak that really and truly renders the wearer completely invisible, and endures eternally, giving constant and impenetrable concealment, no matter what spells are cast at it\a133\i
And then, with a gasp, he remembered\a151
"Dumbledore had my Cloak the night my parents died!"
His voice shook and he could feel the color in his face, but he did not care.
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