Dumbledore drank like a child dying of thirst

Dumbledore drank like a child dying of thirst, but when he had finished, he yelled again as though his insides were on fire.

“No more, please, no more ...”

Harry scooped up a tenth gobletful of potion and felt the crystal scrape the bottom of the basin.

“We're nearly there, Professor. Drink this, drink it...”

He supported Dumbledore's shoulders and again, Dumbledore drained the glass; then Harry was on his feet once more, refilling the goblet as Dumbledore began to scream in

more anguish than ever, “I want to die! I want to die! Make it stop, make it stop, I want to die!”

“Drink this, Professor. Drink this...”

Dumbledore drank, and no sooner had he finished than he yelled, “KILL ME!”

“This—this one will!” gasped Harry. “Just drink this ... it'll be over ... all over!”

Dumbledore gulped at the goblet, drained every last drop, and then, with a great, rattling gasp, rolled over onto his face.

“No!” shouted Harry, who had stood to refill the goblet again; instead he dropped the cup into the basin, flung himself down beside Dumbledore, and heaved him over

onto his back; Dumbledore's glasses were askew, his mouth agape, his eyes closed. “No.” said Harry, shaking Dumbledore, “no, you're not dead, you said it wasn't

poison, wake up, wake up—Rennervate!” he cried, his wand pointing at Dumbledore's chest; there was a flash of red light but nothing happened. “Rennervate—sir—

please —”

Dumbledore's eyelids flickered; Harry's heart leapt.

“Sir, are you—?”

“Water,” croaked Dumbledore.

“Water,” panted Harry. “—yes —”

He leapt to his feet and seized the goblet he had dropped in the basin; he barely registered the golden locket lying curled beneath it.

“Aguamenti!” he shouted, jabbing the goblet with his wand.

The goblet filled with clear water; Harry dropped to his knees beside Dumbledore, raised his head, and brought the glass to his lips—but it was empty. Dumbledore

groaned and began to pant.

“But I had some—wait—Aguamenti!” said Harry again, pointing his wand at the goblet. Once more, for a second, clear water gleamed within it, but as he approached

Dumbledore's mouth, the water vanished again.

“Sir, I'm trying, I'm trying!” said Harry desperately, but he did not think that Dumbledore could hear him; he had rolled onto his side and was drawing great,

rattling breaths that sounded agonizing. “Aguamenti—Aguamenti—AGUAMENTI!”

The goblet filled and emptied once more. And now Dumbledore's breathing was fading. His brain whirling in panic, Harry knew, instinctively, the only way left to get

water, because Voldemort had planned it so ...