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Harry Potter and the Eye of Power--by Berilac

Chapter 6: The Great Escape

Author: Berilac

Rating: PG

Summary: Harry is an unwilling guest in the Lethe Caves, a dangerous system of rock tunnels with the power to make your mind disappear. As the day begins Harry gets a small tour from one of the mysterious Yorick's partners, Bilks, who sees no harm in showing Harry the secret work they're doing. But when a group of Death Eaters charge in, Harry realizes that not even a cave of forgetfullness is enough to hide him from the Dark Lord.

Chapter 6: The Great Escape

Harry awoke with a start, a bit befuddled, masked by a faint darkness. Had he just been dreaming, or was this sudden arousal from slumber due to some outside force?

His vision was blurred without his glasses, but he could clearly hear the faint drumming of the rain against the magical window next to his bed. Barely ten seconds had passed when a reverberating crash rattled the windowpane and shook the headboard of the bed Harry was lying upon. Thunder had forced Harry from his peaceful rest.

Cursing silently at the unaccommodating and ever-changing weather window, Harry turned on his side, closed his eyes to complete blackness once more, and tried to fall back to sleep.

"We chose the wrong door, Harry," came a voice from behind him. "Come back here so we can go through another."

The voice unmistakably belonged to Yorick. Harry did not move from where he was. He just stared straight ahead at the current room where he was now standing. It bore an uncanny resemblance to a room Harry had been in before. He had been in there only last June.... This time around, a strong breeze fluttered faintly across his face. He was so far from It... but he could feel It there... nearer than he wanted It to be....

Seconds later, Harry found himself standing on a raised dais. A lightly fluttering Veil obscured most of his vision.... Yorick's voice, calling to him from the doorway, grew fainter with each shout made by him.... In his stead came other indecipherable whispers filtering into his ears faintly... but steadily... steadily....

He reached out with a trembling outstretched hand... in order to pull away the curtain... to see what lay on the other side-

And then the scream came... loud and ear-splitting... a shriek of despair... of agony....

But Harry did not flinch. He did not pull back his fingers from its forward progression toward the ominous black veil... closer and closer he reached... the screams mingled with moans of discontent ringing in his ears, drowning everything else away... drowning....

Almost there-only a few inches-

And then the veil started billowing violently, from some gale, its source unknown to Harry. It was almost as if the veil tried to envelop Harry's head completely, as if to suffocate, to swallow. He saw them now-gazing back at him from behind the inky waves of the veil-eyes. Green piercing eyes. Like his. Frighteningly identical.

His scar seared with pain.

Harry awoke again, tangled in his bed sheets, unsure of where he was or what had just happened. He released himself from his linen prison and groggily strode over toward the table where his eyeglasses lay.

Slowly, with no real regard for swiftness whatsoever, Harry walked toward where the lavatory was. The heavily bedecked halls of the bathroom glittered with a rainbow of flowers and tree tessellations-all of which were alive as if Harry was stranded in the middle of a forest, alive and reflective of summertime.

He peered at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes had bags underneath them. His hair was unrulier than normal. His scar appeared more pronounced than ever, a faint red lightning bolt, clear, as if tattooed by some iron brand.

He turned to the shower stall and curtain. Hanging next to the stall, on hooks, was a fresh pair of clothes that looked familiarly like his. Were these clothes really his? Were his possessions, still suspected to have been at Mrs. Figg's, finally brought here...?

And then he remembered where he was. He remembered everything-a man, named Yorick, had kidnapped him; the same man had stunned his sitter, Mrs. Figg, senseless; he then took Harry to a secluded forest and eventually to a gigantic cave where pools of water (causing forgetfulness) burst forth from the rocky earth. He, Harry, was still there, trapped with Yorick and his other cronies. And now his scar had hurt for the second time, just now and right before turning in for the night.

He had to get out of this place... somehow....

So after freshening up in his eccentric bathroom, Harry trudged over to the long wooden table and sat down expectantly. Sure enough, a mountainous heap of breakfast foods appeared out of thin air, as if a troupe of house elves resided underneath it like at Hogwarts. While Harry was in the middle of devouring a bowl of cornflakes, there came a swift rap at the door. He looked in that direction, mouth still crammed full of food.

"Potter?" came a voice from behind a door. "You up?"

After swallowing, Harry stood up from his seat and walked over to the door, unlatched the lock, and swung the door swiftly open. Bilks stood grinning in the doorway, his long blond hair pulled back, and this time, braided intricately down his back. His attire shone brightly despite the dimly lit rooms around him. He wore a blazingly red corduroy jacket and purple and orange striped pants.

"You ready?" Bilks prompted happily.

"Er-" Harry said turning around. "I've still got to finish my break-"

But as Harry took a gander back at the table where had left his food unfinished, he found the table empty, completely devoid of a single crumb, wiped clean and clear by an invisible busboy. Harry turned back toward Bilks with a twinge of aggravation at the disappearance of his cornflakes.

"Let's go, Potter," Bilks said comfortably, turning back into the hallway.

Harry followed him slowly as the dimly lit bedroom he had slept in disappeared from view. The door had shut automatically behind him as he passed out of the alcove and into a long corridor.

They both ambled wordlessly down the corridor and into a giant Great Hall sized room that Harry remembered was the room he was led to by Yorick the night before, the room containing a giant fountain with cupids encircling it, the room where he had met Bilks, as well as two other individuals, Garrett Malumius and Lucia Clamores.

Again, the hall was empty. Bilks, without any hesitation, veered to the left after entering the giant room and went through a large ivory door Harry hadn't gone through yet.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked as he looked back at the room, the fountain glittering amidst the faint gloom.

"I'm just giving you a slight tour around the place," Bilks said offhandedly. "I don't think Yorick would mind if I do that...."

Harry laughed lightly to himself, hiding the slight nervousness he was feeling in his stomach. He was not sure himself if Yorick would take to him learning more about his secret experiments he was up to in this place. But Harry remembered Yorick telling him a good deal of information back at the Lethe pools (what exactly Harry couldn't pinpoint for sure). An individual like that would surely not care if Harry knew a little more about what sort of stuff Yorick was building in the bowels of a secluded cave.

The nervous feelings Harry had suddenly felt, ebbed away as he passed through the door.

"So, where exactly are we going?" Harry asked. "Are you taking me to-"

"Some of the laboratories, yes," Bilks interrupted. "You know, Potter, some of the stuff you're about to see, no one other than us, Authentic Unspeakables, have seen. You're lucky."

Am I really, Harry thought sarcastically. He peered around as they traveled down another corridor, this one was twisted and circular in nature, lit with blue candles floating alongside the walls and giving off the appearance of being ice-covered as it sparkled slightly. For a moment, Harry slowed down as if afraid he'd slip on the mock slippery floor before realizing that the notion that the floor would be icy was ludicrous.

"Here's one of the labs," Bilks said, stopping abruptly, so abruptly in fact, that Harry almost collided head on with Bilks's immobile figure.

"To the right there," he pointed.

Harry gazed through a door-less opening in the cave and saw a room quite similarly like the corridor, skinny and cramped, except the ceiling was taller and the walls came inward to make a point at the center. See-through cabinets lined the entire circumference of the room. Harry was able to glance at different things posted on the wall through the cabinets. He edged close to one of the tall cabinets which held many orbs in different colors, but still transparent just the same. He looked back at Bilks who was gleaming with pride at Harry's consternation.

"How is this happening?" he said awestruck. "How are these cabinets? How can-"

"This is one of the rooms in which we practice different forms and prototypes of Invisibility," Bilks informed Harry. "These cabinets have been bewitched to be translucent in nature. You can even reach through them to get at some of the things that are pinned up on the wall."

"But... how do you get in the cabinets?" Harry wondered.

"That requires a bit of spell work, I'm afraid," Bilks said dejectedly. "We haven't mastered something to make the cabinets permanently tangible. You have to wave your wand and say ‘Corporale' to get at a particular cabinet."

At that moment, Bilks took out his wand and quietly muttered "Corporale!"

A small section of the cabinets slowly became material-looking. The colors in the wood became clearer and more vibrant. Bilks reached toward the handle and opened the door. He took one of the dazzling orbs out and held it in the palm of his hand. It shone a blinding yellow, as if Bilks was carrying his own miniature sun.

"What is that?" Harry asked, feeling very stupid asking all these questions.

"It's one of the Orbs of Concealment, an invention created by yours truly," he beamed proudly.

"And, what's it do?"

"Well," Bilks began, clearly breathing deeply as if about to give a lecture. "There are many uses to them. Each orb provides a different form of concealment to its beholder. It takes a small while for the effects to... take affect."

Suddenly, Bilks's visage became faint, as if being drained of color and corporality. And he seriously was. Harry was able to peer right through Bilks! He was able to see the transparent cabinets right behind him.

"The orb has the same powers as-"

"-as the cabinets." Bilks finished. "The same charm and such, heavily modified of course. Quite advanced. I had to fine tune this charm especially, since I didn't want to sink through the floor and be unable to touch anything."

He placed the orb back in the cabinet and shut the door. The cabinet immediately became see-though once more, while Bilks became visible. He turned to Harry grinning.

"There are orbs for complete invisibility, partial invisibility, camouflaging, and much more."

There were a few seconds of silence and then-

"Come, Harry Potter," Bilks said as he edged toward the exit of the room. "Let's go to another room."

And they were traveling down the corridor once more, traveling a longer distance than they had before this. They finally reached the end of it, passing doors on both sides on the way, and stopped in front of sable-black double doors radiating the glow of the candles shiftily on their surfaces.

"I'll enter first," Bilks said quietly. He reached for one of the doorknobs, shaped as a hawk's head, and held onto it firmly. Then, without warning, he wrenched the knob suddenly from the doorframe. It came loose.

"What...?" Harry began, but he was cut short by what the door was doing.

The double doors slowly and smoothly melted away, from top to bottom, as if water and flame intermixed were sinking into the rocky floor beneath it. Light filtered through the opening in the hallway as the door sank in front of their very eyes. Bilks walked through first after the door had completely vanished from sight. Harry followed, leaping over the threshold as quickly as he could, just in case the door would have decided to spring back up and become what it was supposed to be again, a solid slab of wood, barring entrance from anyone outside the room they were now walking through.

When Harry looked around the room he was now inside of, he did nothing but gawk soundlessly, his eyes larger than Galleons, his jaw almost touching the floor beneath him.

There was so much action going on in here that Harry didn't know which direction he was to look first. There were many different forms of machinery to his left, a few of these things had four-walled glass panel enclosures attached to them, sort of like empty telephone booths... well they were almost empty, except for streaks of electricity, bright pinks and purples that shot this way and that from inside the confines of the panels. Things appeared every few seconds from enclosure to enclosure. Harry squinted and saw that these ‘things' were different objects, statuettes and chairs and grandfather clocks. It was almost a sort of Apparition machine.

To Harry's immediate right, there were people trying on different capes. An elderly gentleman with a long graying beard was trying to eradicate himself free from a cape that had decided to rise up as if the ceiling were magnetized and it made of metal. Another female witch with long red hair and horn-rimmed glasses had put on a glittery cape, splendidly arranged in a pattern of aquamarine and white stripes. When the cape was firmly tied around her neck, she posed in an arabesque position and began to levitate in the air without much concentration. Her face appeared somewhat bored and she looked down at another shorter woman scribbling on a clipboard in her hand, positively writhing with glee. She looked awfully familiar....

"Excellent! Excellent!" she moaned with delight as the witch with the cape drifted back onto solid ground. "The Levitating capes are working much better now. Yorick tested the Flying cape yesterday and he informed me that it had worked marvelously. A few more stitches here and there and bit more work on yours-" she pointed to the man whose cape was trying to reach toward the ceiling. "-and these beauties will no doubt be raking in the Galleons in no time at-"

She had glanced over to where Bilks and Harry were. She immediately stopped in mid-sentence and waddled over to them. Harry remembered her from last night-long black hair, sagging patchy eyes, and a pursed expression as if she was displeased with something. It was Lucia Clamores.

"What are you doing here?" Lucia said snappishly as she faced Bilks, but the majority of her question was directed at Harry.

"Just showing him around," Bilks replied without a flinch.

"You know that all the stuff here is top secret!" Lucia continued on, her clipboard still clenched tightly in her stubby fists. Harry was reminded slightly of Professor Umbridge, who had traipsed around Hogwarts with one in her hands last year constantly as High Inquisitor. The thought of Umbridge and her repulsive visage and how Harry, Hermione, and the rest ousted her the year before, caused a minute but noticeable smirk on his face.

"What was that...? Lucia said suddenly, eyeing Harry coldly, catching the smirk with her sleep-deprived eyes.

"N-nothing," Harry said.

"You best be staying with Bilks, little boy," Lucia said, her voice the kindest Harry had ever heard it. "There are things here that one must never touch in these caves, as you might've already realized by now...."

"Now, now, Lucia," Bilks said with more of an edge to his voice. "Yorick brought him here to begin with. Everything's fine. It's not as if this is seriously ‘top secret.' The Ministry knows we're here and all-"

Lucia waved her hand at the sound of ‘The Ministry' as if it was a pesky fly. Bilks continued.

"It hasn't hurt anyone, showing Potter the Apparition-Tests over there," he pointed to the electricity-filled telephone-booth-like structures, "and it would be grand if you could show him the capes you're-"

"Absolutely not!" Lucia said flatly.

"Well, in that case," Bilks said, showing no signs of taking offense at Lucia's terse reply, "I will be leading him-"

"Not inside- Bilks! The thing is in the next room for God's sake! Not there!" Lucia shrieked so loudly that someone on Harry's other side had slipped and a slight fizzle came forth from one of the machines. He chanced a glance and saw that a cauldron of some sorts was slowly dimming, the man who had slipped was already to his feet, one of his jars smashed, the other leaking a blue liquid onto the floor.

"Yorick will only let Garrett and a few others in there, you know!" she hissed, her eyes swimming with malice.

"I won't be taking him in there, just around here," Bilks grinned. "No need to get your feathers all ruffled. He won't be stealing any of the Transportation devices here.... I'll make sure he won't...."

Lucia sniffed with obvious irritation and swung around to talk to the redheaded witch with the horned-rimmed glasses about the Levitating cloak.

"This way, Potter," Bilks said, as if Lucia had not interrupted them. As they meandered away from Lucia and the two others, Bilks said in an undertone: "That old wizened wizard next to him is Lorenzo Ribal, one of Lucia's assistants in the Transportation department here. The other witch is aiding us with her expertise in the Imponderables Sector. She's Alaria Quaid. Just thought you'd like to know...."

Harry took one more fleeting glance at the two individuals assisting Lucia and gazed forward. Two more double doors rose monstrously up to the higher-than-normal ceiling. Due to their impressiveness and to the fact that one was slightly opened already, Harry leaned over in that direction to enter through those doors. Bilks halted his progress with a arm on his shoulder.

"We're not entering through that door," Bilks said in a grave whisper. "This way..."

He pointed over to a side door that was quite unimpressive, with rotten, uneven, and warped wood. The hinges upon closer inspection were somewhat rusty and bore the signs of antiquated uselessness.

Before Bilks could shove Harry through, Harry blurted out something that had been on his mind for a few seconds already.

"Yorick's weapon's in there, right?"

If Bilks had expected Harry to say anything, it certainly was not this. He peered down at Harry with his hawk-like stare, quite indisposed to give any answer to that from his glance.

"What?" Bilks began. Then his eyes widened larger, finally comprehending something. "Ohhhh!"

"Oh, what?"

"Yorick's been exaggerating his feats again, has he?" Bilks eyes were not uninviting any longer, they were twinkling, amused at what he had just realized.

"Well, er-"

Harry didn't know how to answer that. Bilks led Harry close to the derelict doorway so that Lucia and the others would not be prone to overhear anything they said.

"Yorick's quite smart as you already have guessed," Bilks said. "But, well, he gets a touch of the ego bug from time to time. He likes swimming up where he really isn't. Get my drift?"

"So... there's no weapon?" Harry queried, faintly taken aback. "He's been lying...?

"Oh, no, no, no!" Bilks said and huddled ever closer to Harry. "Yorick's got some very powerful gadgetry and magical devices, I'm not denying that. And I guess that they could be considered weapons. But-" he shot a fleeting glance at Lucia, who was now fiddling with the cloak still donned by Lorenzo, "-but they are in Yorick's complete control."

"Yorick said there's something in the Ministry of Magic also. A type of duplicate of the weapon." The words spoken by Yorick filtered into Harry's head as clear as crystal. It was as if the Lethe pools had never possessed him in the slightest.

"Oh... that..." Bilks said rather unconcernedly. "I recall... Yorick was talking ages ago about the prophecy that you tried to take from the Department of Mysteries. He said that Dumbledore's Order considered it to be a huge weapon that Voldemort really wanted. And he said," Bilks continued after a pause, "Yorick said that they should not be concerned about a fallible prophecy, but what is in one of the other doors."

A light bulb flickered in Harry's head. A room no one could open... He recalled last June in the Department of Mysteries, trying to enter a room within the circular one he was in with Ron, Hermione, Luna Lovegood, Ron's sister Ginny, and Neville Longbottom. He had tried to force his way though one of the doors using Sirius's knife. He was not successful. He couldn't get through. That was the room that held whatever Yorick considered the weapon-

"Come off it," Harry laughed suddenly. "You don't really think there'd be another weap-"

But whatever Harry was going to tell Bilks, Bilks would never find out. A crash-an ear-shattering crash-tore throughout the room, making all the inhabitants jerk toward the doorway that Harry and Bilks had entered to come in that place.

Without a second's more hesitation, Bilks whispered, "Stay where you are!" to Harry, dashed past him and out the double doors. Lucia, Alaria, Lorenzo, and the man who had fallen near the cauldron upon Lucia's outburst followed him out, dropping what they were doing immediately. Yells echoed through the now-open doors. More crashes shot across the room, rattling the ceiling and shaking loose bits of rock off the walls. Torches flickered and some of the brackets even fell off the wall. Harry didn't want to stay around. He started running to the doorway but tripped as another loud crash shook the floor beneath him. He leaned to the right to avoid the blue potion that had still not been completely mopped up and banged his head against one of the Apparition machines, still forcing chairs and other inanimate objects to appear and disappear.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps-Harry looked up, trying to focus his vision and saw Yorick speeding toward the doorway, a look of fear covering his entire face.

Harry shot up, making to follow Yorick out of the room... and an icy hand suddenly clutched his neck from behind him, causing Harry's stomach to lurch unpleasantly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

It was Garrett, whom Harry had just met the night before, the individual who had been irate that Yorick had brought Harry to the caves. His eyes were glittering madly, a sneer was widened across his face, his hair was drenched with sweat.

"I don't think it's a good idea to have you mucking around while the rest of us aren't here," Garrett said silkily. He tightened his grip around Harry's neck. "Follow me into the hallway. This earthquake business must have something to do with you...."

And he strode hurriedly to the door, dragging Harry forcefully behind him. It took Harry an extra amount of energy to remain upright as Garrett pulled him forward pitilessly. Harry was too shocked to struggle with him.

They traveled through the corridor until they reached the massive stadium-sized room. Garrett ran behind other precariously placed statues and fountains that stood at odd intervals in the room; he then threw Harry indelicately behind the large fountain with cupids surrounding its edges and ran toward a cloaked figure that was making a beeline straight for him.

Garrett got out his wand and began throwing hexes at the cloaked man without shouting the curses out loud; his opponent was doing the same thing but with heightened difficulty. They moved far from Harry, Garrett forcing his attacker to duel and walk backwards while doing it. More cloaked beings emerged from doors and Harry made sure to remain concealed behind one of the larger cupids. Many of Yorick's friends went forward to defend the caves, the infrastructure buckling as curses made contact with walls and the ceiling. Slabs of rock fell, colliding with the smooth floor, making deafening crashes.

It wasn't until Bilks came within close range that he realized who the cloaked figures must be: Death Eaters. The masks were similar to the ones he saw at the Quidditch World Cup in his fourth year at Hogwarts. The eyes visible through the masks were cold, determined, and glittering callously.

Eventually, the Death Eater dueling with Bilks shouted out a curse that rang throughout the giant hall, intermixing with the shouts and blasts of curses from the others.

"Impedementa!"

The curse hit Bilks head on, he stood stock still, surprised at the sudden slowing down of his movements. Before he could retaliate any further, the Death Eater shoved Bilks into the fountain. Harry dodged away just in time; none of the water splashed onto his skin, but the damage was already done.

Harry stood up and gazed down at Bilks, his head was resting upon stone, his eyes were glazed and his mouth was hanging wide open, as if waiting for something to drink. He was drenched completely with the water from the fountain, which meant one thing: His memory was fading away faster than lightning, the waters from within the Lethe Caves had claimed another victim.

"Potter?" came a horribly familiar voice. Harry jumped and fell back against the wall. It had been the cloaked Death Eater who had spoken... but...but it couldn't be him....

The Death Eater edged ever closer to Harry, he turned to the left and then to the right evasively, checking that no one was watching them. Then, he pulled off his mask so that Harry could glimpse at the face underneath. It was Snape.

Harry's throat became suddenly dry and he let out a muffled gasp that sounded more like a frog croaking.

"Snape? What-you're, you're a-!"

"Silence!" Snape hissed. His voice was so deadly that Harry obeyed without a second thought and without any defiance in his system. Snape replaced his mask back upon his head, gazed around the room evasively once more and tapped his wand on Harry's head. The feeling of trickling water falling down his head commenced, like a cool stream or waterfall was cascading delicately down his face and back... all the way to his feet. And then, upon looking down and seeing a faint outline of himself amidst his surroundings, Harry realized that Snape had just placed a Disillusionment Charm upon him. He hid behind the giant fountain and performed the charm upon himself.

"Stay close to me," Snape muttered threateningly after disillusioning himself. He then walked slowly, wand still out in case anyone dared try to duel with him.

Harry saw Yorick brandishing a curse that hit a Death Eater square in the chest; the Death Eater flew into the air and collided with a statue that broke free from the ground.

"We have to get out of here quickly," Snape said, a hint of panic in his voice.

"Follow me," Harry said. He ran quickly to the door from which Garrett and he had just come.

"Potter, get back here now! You're in enough trouble-"

But Harry didn't hear the rest; he was careening down the blue-candled corridor, to the double doors which remained open. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and entered.

"Where are you taking me, Potter!"

Harry ignored Snape, who had just reached the room, standing behind Harry, still camouflaged completely from view. The capes that Lucia had been working on lay neatly in a small pile to his right. He dashed over to them and looked at each one, trying to remember which one Yorick used the night before when he had kidnapped Harry. And he found it, the jet-black cape, a tad creased but nonetheless wearable.

"Put this on!" Harry said as silently as possible.

"What?" Snape snarled with obvious consternation.

"Put this on!" Harry repeated desperately.

"How good will a cape help us escape this place? It's just a mere piece of cloth!"

"It'll make you fly," Harry yelled, irritated at Snape's lack of faith in him. "Just please, put it on! Please!"

Snape grudgingly snatched it from Harry's grasp, fastened it around his neck and made sure it was still on. He then walked next to Harry and said softly. "Hold onto my leg." Harry obeyed without a moment's pause. "We'll see how easy it is to fly with the burden of you at my feet."

Snape was rising from the floor in a matter of seconds and he began to soar away when Harry realized that the cape was still visible to the naked eye!

"Sna-Professor!" Harry shouted. "You can still see the cape!"

Snape swore loudly, hovering ten feet off the ground. He raised his wand and performed the Disillusionment Charm upon the cloak, with a bit of difficulty as he was in an awkward position to do it. The cape soon mimicked its surroundings like camouflage and Snape floated slowly toward the exit. Harry took a glance back and saw the room that Yorick and Garrett had been in before the Death Eater's trespass. The doors were standing wide open. Harry screwed his eyes to focus and saw a giant green glow, almost a sparkle radiating from the room. But that was it... nothing more....

He tried to get Snape's attention... To have him turn around and go to the room...

But they were leaving, heading down the corridor, picking up speed the further they went. Soon, Snape and Harry were both rocketing over the guerilla battle that was still waging on in the hall with the cupid fountain. Bilks was still lying in the fountain, but not motionless any longer. Garrett was shouting curses at two Death Eaters that had cornered him. Lucia, Harry could see, was huddled in the corner, nursing her arm from a wound. He could not find Yorick. Despite his rather unorthodox method of kidnapping him, and his less than hospitable welcome, Harry felt as if he should say good-bye to him, wherever he was. But he couldn't....

Snape and Harry sped through the pitch black chasm-filled passageway, through the arena-shaped room with the fountain where Yorick and Harry conversed in-depth about the so-called ‘weapon' and his father Grindelwald and how the Ministry were complete imbeciles.

They flew, without speaking, through the final pathway out of the caves. Harry could feel sunlight beaming down upon him as they shot out of the mouth of the Lethe Caves and into the dense forests. Harry chanced a look back at the cave opening and saw the mouth of it grinning wickedly as they flew in the opposite direction. It was as if it knew where they were and had seen their escape and were about to tell Yorick of what they had just done.

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