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"Yes," said Harry.
He gestured sadly at his son, lying between them.
'Yeah, well, you still didn't realise who was behind that stuff, did you?' sneered Malfoy, as Dumbledore slid a little down the ramparts, the strength in his legs apparently fading, and Harry struggled fruitlessly, mutely, against the enchantment binding him.
They all stared at him.
'Anyone else we know died?' Ron asked Hermione, who was perusing the Evening Prophet.
T should've shown the book to Dumbledore,' said Harry. 'All that lime he was showing me how Voldemort was evil even when he was at school, and 1 had proof Snape was, too -'
"Professor Dumbledore always valued your views," said Professor McGonagall kindly, "and so do I."
"And you'll be sticking to that story, boy, or there'll be trouble, spat Uncle Vernon.
Harry didn't return to the kitchen. He went back upstairs to his bedroom. If he was going to act like a real Muggle, he'd better start now. Slowly and sadly he gathered up all his presents and his birthday cards and hid them under the loose floorboard with his homework. Then he went to Hedwig's cage. Errol seemed to have recovered; he and Hedwig were both asleep, heads under their wings. Harry sighed, then poked them both awake.
Dear Mr. Potter,
"Yeh can' stay here, Harry. ... Come on, now...." "No."
Harry considered him for a moment.
supposed to be a tone of delicacy, The Ministry can offer you all sorts of protection, you know, Harry. I would be delighted to place a couple of my Aurors at your service -'
But Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were both looking at Harry suspiciously, so he decided he'd better skip dessert and escape from the table as soon as he could.
Try and come to London,