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Very good. cried the portrait of Dumbledore behind the headmasters chair. Now, Severus, the sword. Do not forget that it must be taken under conditions of need and valor - and he must not know that you give it. If Voldemort should read Harrys mind and see you acting for him - I know, said Snape curtly. He approached the portrait of Dumbledore and pulled at its side. It swung forward, revealing a hidden cavity behind it from which he took the sword of Gryffindor. And you still arent going to tell me why its so important to give Potter the sword. said Snape as he swung a traveling cloak over his robes. No, I dont think so, said Dumbledores portrait. He will know what to do with it. And Severus, be very careful, they may not take kindly to your appearance after George Weasleys mishap - Snape turned at the door. Dont worry, Dumbledore, he said coolly. I have a plan. And Snape left the room. 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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. And Dumbledore had known that Harry would not duck out, that he would keep going to the end, even though it was his end, because he had taken trouble to get to know him, hadnt he. Dumbledore knew, as Voldemort knew, that Harry would not let anyone else die for him now that he had discovered it was in his power to stop it. The images of Fred, Lupin, and Tonks lying dead in the Great Hall forced their way back into his minds eye, and for a moment he could hardly breathe: Death was impatient. But Dumbledore had overestimated him. He had failed: The snake survived. One Horcrux remained to bind Voldemort to the earth, even after Harry had been killed. True, that would mean an easier job for somebody. He wondered who would do it. Ron and Hermione would know what needed to be done, of course. That would have been why Dumbledore wanted him to confide in two others. so that if he fulfilled his true destiny a little early, they could carry on. Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts pattered against the hard surface of the incontrovertible truth, which was that he must die. I must die. It must end. Ron and Hermione seemed a long way away, in a far-off country; he felt as though he had parted from them long ago. There would be no good-byes and no explanations, he was determined of that. This was a journey they could not take together, and the attempts they would make to stop him would waste valuable time. He looked down at the battered gold watch he had received on his seventeenth birthday. 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