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677 pages, ebook
First published November 8, 2005
Harry reached down further, plunging through dark water and tearing webs, and back into the hole underneath the webs. It seemed almost tame now, no longer seething with power, and he sank through it, and down, and down, and still found no trace of new magic waiting for him.
Then he called.
With wild rejoicing, with a glad cry, the power was free, and rushed up and around him. Harry had never felt such magic. It was mad. It would tear everything apart if it could, take the sun and the moon from the sky and use them as juggling balls. It knew no boundaries, no limitations.
Except that it will, thought Harry, and brought down his own will upon it.
The magic bucked and fought him like a wild horse, and it was ten times worse than Tom Riddle’s fighting had been, because Riddle was at least foreign to his mind, and this was familiar. But Harry was stern.
