Harry Potter 06 - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Dumbledore cut across him.
    ‘I do not wish to discuss the matter any further.’
    Harry bit back his retort, scared that he had gone too far, that he had ruined his chance of accompanying Dumbledore, but Dumbledore went on, ‘Do you wish to come with me tonight?’
    ‘Yes,’ said Harry at once.
    ‘Very well, then: listen.’
    Dumbledore drew himself up to his full height.
    ‘I take you with me on one condition: that you obey any command I might give you at once, and without question.’
    ‘Of course.’
    ‘Be sure to understand me, Harry. I mean that you must follow even such orders as “run”, “hide” or “go back”. Do I have your word?’
    ‘I – yes, of course.’
    ‘If I tell you to hide, you will do so?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘If I tell you to flee, you will obey?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘If I tell you to leave me, and save yourself, you will do as I tell you?’
    ‘I –’
    ‘Harry?’
    They looked at each other for a moment.
    ‘Yes, sir.’
    ‘Very good. Then I wish you to go and fetch your Cloak and meet me in the Entrance Hall in five minutes’ time.’
    Dumbledore turned back to look out of the fiery window; the sun was now a ruby-red glare along the horizon. Harry walked quickly from the office and down the spiral staircase. His mind was oddly clear all of a sudden. He knew what to do.
    Ron and Hermione were sitting together in the common room when he came back. ‘What does Dumbledore want?’ Hermione said at once. ‘Harry, are you OK?’ she added anxiously.
    ‘I’m fine,’ said Harry shortly, racing past them. He dashed up the stairs and into his dormitory, where he flung open his trunk and pulled out the Marauder’s Map and a pair of balled-up socks. Then he sped back down the stairs and into the common room, skidding to a halt where Ron and Hermione sat, looking stunned.
    ‘I haven’t got much time,’ Harry panted, ‘Dumbledore thinks I’m getting my Invisibility Cloak. Listen …’
    Quickly he told them where he was going, and why. He did not pause either for Hermione’s gasps of horror or for Ron’s hasty questions; they could work out the finer details for themselves later.
    ‘… so you see what this means?’ Harry finished at a gallop. ‘Dumbledore won’t be here tonight, so Malfoy’s going to have another clear shot at whatever he’s up to. No, listen to me! ’ he hissed angrily, as both Ron and Hermione showed every sign of interrupting. ‘I know it was Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Here –’ He shoved the Marauder’s Map into Hermione’s hand. ‘You’ve got to watch him and you’ve got to watch Snape, too. Use anyone else who you can rustle up from the DA. Hermione, those contact Galleons will still work, right? Dumbledore says he’s put extra protection in the school, but if Snape’s involved, he’ll know what Dumbledore’s protection is, and how to avoid it – but he won’t be expecting you lot to be on the watch, will he?’
    ‘Harry –’ began Hermione, her eyes huge with fear.
    ‘I haven’t got time to argue,’ said Harry curtly. ‘Take this as well –’ He thrust the socks into Ron’s hands.
    ‘Thanks,’ said Ron. ‘Er – why do I need socks?’
    ‘You need what’s wrapped in them, it’s the Felix Felicis. Share it between yourselves and Ginny too. Say goodbye to her from me. I’d better go, Dumbledore’s waiting –’
    ‘No!’ said Hermione, as Ron unwrapped the tiny little bottle of golden potion, looking awestruck. ‘We don’t want it, you take it, who knows what you’re going to be facing?’
    ‘I’ll be fine, I’ll be with Dumbledore,’ said Harry. ‘I want to know you lot are OK … don’t look like that, Hermione, I’ll see you later …’
    And he was off, hurrying back through the portrait hole towards the Entrance Hall.
    Dumbledore was waiting beside the oaken front doors. He turned as Harry came skidding out on to the topmost stone step, panting hard, a searing stitch in his side.
    ‘I would like you to wear your Cloak, please,’ said Dumbledore, and he waited until Harry had thrown it on before saying, ‘Very good. Shall we go?’
    Dumbledore set off at once down the stone steps, his own travelling cloak barely stirring in the still summer air. Harry hurried alongside him under the Invisibility Cloak, still panting and sweating rather a lot.
    ‘But what will people think when they see you leaving, Professor?’ Harry asked, his mind on Malfoy and Snape.
    ‘That I am off