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             <p>Ron started to look a little annoyed.</p>
             <p>Harry held up the palm of his hand. "She didn't tell me anything directly, but you know she's almost as bad at the touchy-feely business as I am. I made a guess and your face just confirmed it, mate." Harry sighed. "Look, I tend to get into a lot of rubbish I didn't ask for. Sometimes I can see it coming, other times I can't. If I didn't anticipate them going completely off their nut, how could you expect to?"</p>
             <p>"Blimey, Harry, how can you talk about something like that like it's no big deal? You could have died!"</p>
-            <p>"I'm not trying to be blasé about this Ron&#8230; But&#8230; I haven't been normal since that mad bastard threw the killing curse at me when I was a baby." Harry made a face. "You get used to something if that's all you experience, yeah? Maybe your family can show me what normal is like."</p>
+            <p>"I'm not trying to be blas&#233; about this Ron&#8230; But&#8230; I haven't been normal since that mad bastard threw the killing curse at me when I was a baby." Harry made a face. "You get used to something if that's all you experience, yeah? Maybe your family can show me what normal is like."</p>
             <p>"Dunno if we qualify as normal, Harry. I think Mum's out to fatten you up like a Christmas goose though."</p>
             <p>Harry rubbed at his ribs. "That actually doesn't sound too bad." He gave Ron an even look. "So are you all right now?"</p>
             <p>Ron nodded.</p>

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             <p>His godfather stared at him in shock. "How do you know this?" he asked.</p>
             <p>"I, er, sort of killed his host."</p>
             <p>Sirius looked from Harry to Arthur, eyes widening. Mr. Weasley glanced sidelong at Harry and shook his head. "Ron told me about it. Harry stumbled across Professor Quirrell as he was trying to slip past the outer defences. Harry triggered it while he was in the middle."</p>
-            <p>Harry shrugged. "He tried to grab me after he was hurt. Whatever my Mum did that night finished him off when he laid hands on me." He was purposefully trying to act blasé about the whole incident. Hopefully a little premeditated immaturity would set their minds at ease.</p>
+            <p>Harry shrugged. "He tried to grab me after he was hurt. Whatever my Mum did that night finished him off when he laid hands on me." He was purposefully trying to act blas&#233; about the whole incident. Hopefully a little premeditated immaturity would set their minds at ease.</p>
             <p>"I should hope that will not be necessary in the future," Arthur said crisply.</p>
             <p>Harry shrugged. "From what that dark tosser said, I think I'm supposed to be the one who kicks his arse."</p>
             <p>Arthur sighed, and just for an instant Harry thought he saw Sirius' lips twitch. He'd give almost anything to make the man smile. He'd spent twelve years in Azkaban, another year on the run, and then a final year under house arrest at Twelve Grimmauld Place&#8230; only to be murdered by his cousin trying to save Harry from his own stupidity. <em>Between his rotten family and everything else, the poor bastard never got a break. Well, this time he's got me and it's going to be different. I don't care what I have to do, he's going to get out of here and live the life he deserves,</em> Harry silently vowed.</p>

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             <p>Harry gave his friends a disgusted look, but Hermione and Neville just shrugged. Ron was still glaring at Draco and fingering his wand. Harry really hoped a fire-fight didn't break out when he wasn't there to join in. He noticed Ginny was standing slightly in front of Luna, shielding her from the Slytherins. Harry felt an odd surge of pride, but he hoped she knew some kind of blocking spell.</p>
             <p>Lockhart quick-marched him to the Defence classroom. "A word to the wise, Harry," he said as he opened the door. "I was trying to cover for you out there. If both of us sign a picture for the lad, it doesn't look quite so bad; otherwise, at this stage in your career, handing out autographed photos like that&#8230; it looks a bit big-headed you know?"</p>
             <p>Harry sighed and made a sincere effort to rein in his temper. "Did you listen to anything I said out there?" he said sharply. "I wasn't signing any photos of me. Colin took a photo of about half the Gryffindor second-years and Draco Malfoy tried to make a big deal out of it. I have absolutely no interest in cultivating my 'fame' as such. I got this scar the night my parents were murdered, so I hope you'll understand if I consider it less than a blessing."</p>
-            <p>"Oh Harry," Lockhart said with a quiet laugh and laid his hand on Harry's shoulder in a disquietingly familiar manner. "You are so naïve it's almost painful. We can only make do with what we are given. You have a scar gained in a most spectacular manner. I have devastatingly good looks, unmatched magical skills, and unquestioned literary talents. It's all about getting as much as you can with the gifts you have."</p>
+            <p>"Oh Harry," Lockhart said with a quiet laugh and laid his hand on Harry's shoulder in a disquietingly familiar manner. "You are so na&#239;ve it's almost painful. We can only make do with what we are given. You have a scar gained in a most spectacular manner. I have devastatingly good looks, unmatched magical skills, and unquestioned literary talents. It's all about getting as much as you can with the gifts you have."</p>
             <p>"The gifts&#8230; you do know that your predecessor was possessed by Voldemort and tried to kill me, right?" Harry asked.</p>
             <p>"Harry&#8230; into each life a little rain must fall. Do you know how many young witches have tried to break into my flat?" Lockhart asked rhetorically. "Some of them were not so young, either." He finished the last sentence with a shudder.</p>
             <p>Harry stared at the professor. <em>This man is not even speaking the same language I am.</em></p>

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             <p>"I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about, sir."</p>
             <p>"I read the article in today's Prophet. Very dramatic, and it got you on the front page, but dabbling in politics&#8230; it can't be good for your career in the long term."</p>
             <p>"My career, sir?" Harry decided to hold himself as stiff and formal as possible. It wouldn't do to lose control of his temper and tell this strutting peacock what he really thought.</p>
-            <p>"As a celebrity. I'm glad to see you are finally realizing the truth of my words but this&#8230; it doesn't do to make too many enemies, Harry. Especially this early in the game. Politicians have long memories and you can sacrifice too many opportunities. Now, I've taken the liberty of crafting a masterful retraction for you." With that he picked up a parchment covered with lavender ink. "Just sign this and I'll send it off to my press agent to distribute and you can put this nasty blunder behind you. He's agreed to take care of this, free of charge, if you'll consent to have lunch with us this weekend. He's found this wonderful little café that's opened near&#8212;"</p>
+            <p>"As a celebrity. I'm glad to see you are finally realizing the truth of my words but this&#8230; it doesn't do to make too many enemies, Harry. Especially this early in the game. Politicians have long memories and you can sacrifice too many opportunities. Now, I've taken the liberty of crafting a masterful retraction for you." With that he picked up a parchment covered with lavender ink. "Just sign this and I'll send it off to my press agent to distribute and you can put this nasty blunder behind you. He's agreed to take care of this, free of charge, if you'll consent to have lunch with us this weekend. He's found this wonderful little caf&#233; that's opened near&#8212;"</p>
             <p>Having already bit back his first three responses, Harry interrupted, "I'm sorry, sir, but I had to give Ms. Skeeter a signed affidavit regarding the facts before she would print the article. I don't think a retraction would hold much water."</p>
             <p>Lockhart frowned. "You poor boy! I had no idea you were such a babe in the woods. You should never, ever, agree to something like that," he said, wagging his finger. "It's almost impossible to say you were misquoted if you do that!"</p>
             <p>"That doesn't really matter to me, sir. I only gave her that information because I want my Godfather released."</p>

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             <p>Mrs. Weasley reported that the new faces in the village were still there, and several suspicious looking people had been spotted near The Burrow. After one of these people triggered the outermost wards, the rest kept their distance. None of them wished to be stunned for the better part of a day. Harry was just glad the man had fallen backwards instead of forwards. If he'd been a little more stubborn about breaking through, the results might have been &#8211; messy.</p>
             <p>Goldfarb at least had nothing but good news. After a short legal proceeding, the Dursleys lost their home. It seems Vernon had taken out a second mortgage the previous year and his credit rating was rather shaky. With the loss of Vernon's income, his arrest for fiscal malfeasance, and indirect pressure from Goldfarb's agents, the holders of his note decided to immediately call it due. The icing on the cake was a newspaper clipping taken from the Surrey Advertiser. Petunia had been arrested for shoplifting at the grocers.</p>
             <p>Harry cracked a nasty grin and wondered if he was an awful person for taking such delight in their misery. He shrugged. With all he was doing to save people he'd likely never meet, he figured karma owed him a little petty behaviour. Besides, he was just helping his so-called relatives pay their own karmic debts, right?</p>
-            <p>Harry set the letters aside and stretched out. There didn't seem to be anything he could do now, but he nonetheless felt like he was forgetting something. He wished he could write down his plans and objectives so he could try to organize everything. But he couldn't take the chance. Snape could demand he turn out his pockets any time he saw him. His seven-year plan for Destroying Voldemort and Saving the Wizarding World™ would be very interesting reading &#8211; and damn hard to explain if it fell into the wrong hands.</p>
+            <p>Harry set the letters aside and stretched out. There didn't seem to be anything he could do now, but he nonetheless felt like he was forgetting something. He wished he could write down his plans and objectives so he could try to organize everything. But he couldn't take the chance. Snape could demand he turn out his pockets any time he saw him. His seven-year plan for Destroying Voldemort and Saving the Wizarding World&#8482; would be very interesting reading &#8211; and damn hard to explain if it fell into the wrong hands.</p>
             <p>He tried to relax and let the normal post-game adrenalin fade. He'd taken an unwholesome glee in making Draco wish he'd never learned to fly a broom, but something about the smarmy bigot made Harry want to thrash him. The little ponce played a key role in Dumbledore's death, even if he didn't have the stones to cast the fatal spell. The death of the only wizard Voldemort ever feared made the Hogwarts Massacre inevitable.</p>
             <p>Harry sighed. He'd tell the headmaster everything he knew, if he could just be sure the man would act appropriately. Surprisingly enough, the man's portrait had counselled against immediately disclosing future events. Evidently the personality-imprint remembered some fleeting concerns he'd had about Harry when he first came to Hogwarts. It also knew the reason for his unwavering support of Severus Snape. It made sense when put in the right context. Harry acknowledged this freely. It still didn't mean that the consequences were any less severe.</p>
             <p>On the other hand, the conversation he'd overheard between the two of them gave him some hope. He doubted Dumbledore would have rebuked Snape like that in front of others, but the fact that he did so at all was encouraging. The headmaster also hadn't tried his Legilimency on Harry since the previous year. He hoped that stopping Quirrell and his master from reaching the stone last spring had earned him a little trust in Professor Dumbledore's eyes.</p>
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             <p>Of course, the minute they followed him out of the Great Hall, Harry's friends insisted on dragging him to the hospital wing. Not that he was too reluctant; his shoulder ached abominably and the sleeve of his robes was soaked with blood.</p>
-            <p>Madame Pomfrey fussed over him with her wand and a foul-smelling salve. "Duelling Clubs! What sorts of idiocy will that fool come up with next?" she muttered, scowling.</p>
+            <p>Madam Pomfrey fussed over him with her wand and a foul-smelling salve. "Duelling Clubs! What sorts of idiocy will that fool come up with next?" she muttered, scowling.</p>
             <p>Harry resisted the urge to shrug. "If you are referring to whom I think you are, he is. But he did call for disarming spells only. Draco just doesn't like to follow rules."</p>
             <p>Ron and the others protested when they were asked to wait outside the treatment area. It would be curfew soon and they didn't want to be shooed back to the Gryffindor tower without Harry. But as he sat there on a bed with his robes and shirt removed, Harry began to regret interceding with Madam Pomfrey. Ginny applied a great deal of concentration to casting <em>Scourgify</em> on Harry's blood-stained robes.</p>
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             <p>Harry and Hermione left the Room of Requirement in plenty of time to go to dinner with everyone in the Great Hall. A few whispers followed them through the corridors, but it was hard to tell if they were muttering about Harry, who was awake after his coma, or Ginny, who had disappeared shortly before the entire school had been locked down.</p>
             <p>Not that it really mattered. Harry sent pointed glares at the worst offenders and tried to ignore the rest. Ron also looked particularly murderous, and the back of his neck was bright red. From what Hermione had told him, his friend got detention while Harry was unconscious in the hospital wing for decking a fourth year Slytherin student who'd picked a bad time to crow about the comatose Gryffindor.</p>
-            <p>Ginny didn't act like she had a care in the world, and Harry envied her aplomb. Luna maintained an equally clueless façade. Maybe. Neville, on the other hand, seemed to be channelling his grandmother, and looked down his nose with extreme scorn at the students who did not meet his standards of acceptable behaviour.</p>
+            <p>Ginny didn't act like she had a care in the world, and Harry envied her aplomb. Luna maintained an equally clueless fa&#231;ade. Maybe. Neville, on the other hand, seemed to be channelling his grandmother, and looked down his nose with extreme scorn at the students who did not meet his standards of acceptable behaviour.</p>
             <p>One glance at his friend even jarred Ron out of his sour mood. As they sat down in their usual places, he whispered, "That's bloody brilliant, Neville."</p>
             <p>The stocky boy shrugged. "Luna suggested it. She said if it intimidated me, it should work really well on others. It's sort of fun, really, being on the other side of that."</p>
             <p>Harry also wondered if it would make such glares from Madam Longbottom a bit less effective on her grandson. He gave Luna a quick smile, but she didn't seem to notice.</p>

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             <p>Harry winced. "And how did you reply to that?" he asked in a small voice.</p>
             <p>Ginny tossed her head and used a large elastic band to tie her hair back into a loose pony-tail. "I said that any boy who'd be intimidated by that wasn't worth wasting time on. And then I told her <em>you</em> were proud of me for beating you."</p>
             <p>Harry coughed. "I imagine that went over well."</p>
-            <p>Ginny shrugged as she turned toward the hallway. "She didn't bat an eye, so I'd say you were right, she at least considers it a possibility. But she did look at me like I was hopelessly naïve."</p>
+            <p>Ginny shrugged as she turned toward the hallway. "She didn't bat an eye, so I'd say you were right, she at least considers it a possibility. But she did look at me like I was hopelessly na&#239;ve."</p>
             <p>"Well," Harry said as he followed her down the stairs, "if I turn into a prat again as I get older, you can always hex me."</p>
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             <p>"Fear of what?" the man snapped.</p>
             <p>"Fear of change. Fear of the Muggles and, by extension, the Muggle-born. Muggle technology is advancing faster and faster, and in some areas, it has surpassed what we can do with magic. The Muggle population grows larger and larger while ours stagnates. More and more Muggle-borns enter Hogwarts every generation, and some of the pure-bloods are afraid of them."</p>
             <p>"Boy, do you realize that I'm a pure-blood, as well as nearly everyone else in this building?"</p>
-            <p>"I said <em>some</em> of them. I live with a pure-blood family, but <em>they</em> don't feel threatened by Muggles. It's the ones that are afraid of change, that hold onto past glories as proof of their worth that I'm talking about. They seize upon blood purity as their cause because that's something they will always have that the newcomers will always lack. If that's what truly matters, then they never have to worry about being supplanted or surpassed. Voldemort told them that every problem in the Wizarding World can be traced back to the "Mudbloods", and so they flocked to his banner. They gave him their power in exchange for a few lies &#8211; words he doesn't believe himself since he was born a Half-blood." Harry took a deep breath. "And I don't think, after what happened to her son, that Madam Longbottom would invite <em>that</em> kind of pure-blood to her party."</p>
+            <p>"I said <em>some</em> of them. I live with a pure-blood family, but <em>they</em> don't feel threatened by Muggles. It's the ones that are afraid of change, that hold onto past glories as proof of their worth that I'm talking about. They seize upon blood purity as their cause because that's something they will always have that the newcomers will always lack. If that's what truly matters, then they never have to worry about being supplanted or surpassed. Voldemort told them that every problem in the Wizarding World can be traced back to the "Mudbloods", and so they flocked to his banner. They gave him their power in exchange for a few lies &#8211; words he doesn't believe himself since he was born a half-blood." Harry took a deep breath. "And I don't think, after what happened to her son, that Madam Longbottom would invite <em>that</em> kind of pure-blood to her party."</p>
             <p>Scrimgeour just stared at Harry for a long moment. "Where did you come up with that, Mr. Potter?"</p>
             <p>Harry shook his head. "That's just it. I read about what happened and it seems so obvious to me&#8230; I can't really understand how someone could not come to that conclusion."</p>
             <p>Hermione tentatively cleared her throat, "Harry was pretty much raised as a Muggle-born, like myself," she offered, "and I came to much the same conclusions after reading <em>Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts</em>. Perhaps the Muggle primary education predisposes us to see it that way, especially given the parallels with the rise of Adolf Hitler in Germany."</p>