HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter...

I still remember a few years back when i knew nothing about Harry Potter until my niece from London came here for holidays. She asked me if i've read Harry Potter and i said no. Before they left home, she gave me the 1st book. So, i read it....and after finished reading it, i went out and bought the other 2 books...hehe. That was good then. When i read the 4th book, i find that JK Rowling is taking us round n round over some ideas and trying to make the story long. Thats when i stopped. So, i din follow the last 2 books. Nevertheless, the story was quite intriguing then.

so, today out of curiousity, i downloaded the first 10chapters of 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows'. What? u say. Yes...can dl liao.

Here's a sneak peek at the 1st chapter.....taddaaaaaaaaaaa..

Chapter One The Dark Lord Ascending

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The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table. The room’s usual furniture had been pushed carelessly up against the walls. Illumination came from a roaring fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded mirror. Snape and Yaxley lingered for a moment on the threshold. As their eyes grew accustomed to the lack of light, they were drawn upward to the strangest feature of the scene: an apparently unconscious human figure hanging upside down over the table, revolving slowly as if suspended by an invisible rope, and reflected in the mirror and in the bare, polished surface of the table below. None of the people seated underneath this singular sight was looking at it except for a pale young man sitting almost directly below it. He seemed unable to prevent himself from glancing upward every minute or so.

“Yaxley. Snape,” said a high, clear voice from the head of the table. “You are very nearly late.”
The speaker was seated directly in front of the fireplace, so that it was difficult, at first, for the new arrivals to make out more than his silhouette. As they drew nearer, however, his face shone through the gloom, hairless, snakelike, with slits for nostrils and gleaming red eyes whose pupils were vertical. He was so pale that he seemed to emit a pearly glow.
“Severus, here,” said Voldemort, indicating the seat on his immediate right. “Yaxley – beside Dolohov.”

The two men took their allotted places. Most of the eyes around the table followed Snape, and it was to him that Voldemort spoke first.