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CONTENTS

ONE

The Dark Lord Ascending

TWO

In Memoriam

THREE

The Dursleys Departing

FOUR

The Seven Potters

FIVE

Fallen Warrior

SIX

The Ghoul in Pyjamas

SEVEN

The Will of Albus Dumbledore

EIGHT

The Wedding

NINE

A Place to Hide

TEN

Kreacher’s Tale

ELEVEN

The Bribe

TWELVE

Magic is Might

THIRTEEN

The Muggle-Born Registration Commission

FOURTEEN

The Thief

FIFTEEN

The Goblin’s Revenge

EPILOGUE

Godric’s Hollow

SEVENTEEN

Bathilda’s Secret

EIGHTEEN

The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore

NINETEEN

The Silver Doe

TWENTY

Xenophilius Lovegood

TWENTY-ONE

The Tale of the Three Brothers

TWENTY-TWO

The Deathly Hallows

TWENTY-THREE

Malfoy Manor

TWENTY-FOUR

The Wandmaker

TWENTY-FIVE

Shell Cottage

TWENTY-SIX

Gringotts

TWENTY-SEVEN

The Final Hiding Place

TWENTY-EIGHT

The Missing Mirror

TWENTY-NINE

The Lost Diadem

THIRTY

The Sacking of Severus Snape

THIRTY-ONE

The Battle of Hogwarts

THIRTY-TWO

The Elder Wand

THIRTY-THREE

The Prince’s Tale

THIRTY-FOUR

The Forest Again

THIRTY-FIVE

King’s Cross

THIRTY-SIX

The Flaw in the Plan

EPILOGUE

Nineteen Years Later

The dedication of this book is split seven ways: to Neil, to Jessica, to David, to Kenzie, to Di, to Anne, and to you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end.

Oh, the torment bred in the race,

the grinding scream of death

and the stroke that hits the vein,

the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,

the curse no man can bear.

But there is a cure in the house,

and not outside it, no,

not from others but from them,

their bloody strife. We sing to you,

dark gods beneath the earth.

Now hear, you blissful powers underground —

answer the call, send help.

Bless the children, give them triumph now.

Aeschylus, The Libation Bearers

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

William Penn, More Fruits of SolitudeZcKv6iglIJV8Qw/KKceunOUEmP25CNTLLtQjykl4FwhZmw8N5Oexh6CrcJW5zP/L

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