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

destination: Hogsmeade. Closing his eyes, gripping Dumbledore’s arm as tightly as he could, he stepped forwards into that feeling of horrible compression.
    He knew it had worked before he opened his eyes: the smell of salt, the sea breeze had gone. He and Dumbledore were shivering and dripping in the middle of the dark High Street in Hogsmeade. For one horrible moment Harry’s imagination showed him more Inferi creeping towards him around the sides of shops, but he blinked and saw that nothing was stirring; all was still, the darkness complete but for a few streetlamps and lit upper windows.
    ‘We did it, Professor!’ Harry whispered with difficulty; he suddenly realised that he had a searing stitch in his chest. ‘We did it! We got the Horcrux!’
    Dumbledore staggered against him. For a moment, Harry thought that his inexpert Apparition had thrown Dumbledore off-balance; then he saw his face, paler and damper than ever in the distant light of a streetlamp.
    ‘Sir, are you all right?’
    ‘I’ve been better,’ said Dumbledore weakly, though the corners of his mouth twitched. ‘That potion … was no health drink …’
    And to Harry’s horror, Dumbledore sank on to the ground.
    ‘Sir – it’s OK, sir, you’re going to be all right, don’t worry –’
    He looked around desperately for help, but there was nobody to be seen and all he could think was that he must somehow get Dumbledore quickly to the hospital wing.
    ‘We need to get you up to the school, sir … Madam Pomfrey …’
    ‘No,’ said Dumbledore. ‘It is … Professor Snape whom I need … but I do not think … I can walk very far just yet …’
    ‘Right – sir, listen – I’m going to knock on a door, find a place you can stay – then I can run and get Madam –’
    ‘Severus,’ said Dumbledore clearly. ‘I need Severus …’
    ‘All right then, Snape – but I’m going to have to leave you for a moment so I can –’
    Before Harry could make a move, however, he heard running footsteps. His heart leapt: somebody had seen, somebody knew they needed help – and looking around he saw Madam Rosmerta scurrying down the dark street towards them on high-heeled, fluffy slippers, wearing a silk dressing-gown embroidered with dragons.
    ‘I saw you Apparate as I was pulling my bedroom curtains! Thank goodness, thank goodness, I couldn’t think what to – but what’s wrong with Albus?’
    She came to a halt, panting, and stared down, wide-eyed, at Dumbledore.
    ‘He’s hurt,’ said Harry. ‘Madam Rosmerta, can he come into the Three Broomsticks while I go up to the school and get help for him?’
    ‘You can’t go up there alone! Don’t you realise – haven’t you seen –?’
    ‘If you help me support him,’ said Harry, not listening to her, ‘I think we can get him inside –’
    ‘What has happened?’ asked Dumbledore. ‘Rosmerta, what’s wrong?’
    ‘The – the Dark Mark, Albus.’
    And she pointed into the sky, in the direction of Hogwarts. Dread flooded Harry at the sound of the words … he turned and looked.
    There it was, hanging in the sky above the school: the blazing green skull with a serpent tongue, the mark Death Eaters left behind whenever they had entered a building … wherever they had murdered …
    ‘When did it appear?’ asked Dumbledore, and his hand clenched painfully upon Harry’s shoulder as he struggled to his feet.
    ‘Must have been minutes ago, it wasn’t there when I put the cat out, but when I got upstairs –’
    ‘We need to return to the castle at once,’ said Dumbledore. ‘Rosmerta,’ and though he staggered a little, he seemed wholly in command of the situation, ‘we need transport – brooms –’
    ‘I’ve got a couple behind the bar,’ she said, looking very frightened. ‘Shall I run and fetch –?’
    ‘No, Harry can do it.’
    Harry raised his wand at once.
    ‘Accio Rosmerta’s brooms.’
    A second later they heard a loud bang as the front door of the pub burst open; two brooms had shot out into the street and were racing each other to Harry’s side, where they stopped dead, quivering slightly, at waist height.
    ‘Rosmerta, please send a message to the Ministry,’ said Dumbledore, as he mounted the broom nearest him. ‘It might be that nobody within Hogwarts has yet realised anything is wrong … Harry, put on your Invisibility Cloak.’
    Harry pulled his Cloak out of his pocket and threw it over himself before mounting his broom; Madam Rosmerta was