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"
Oh
,
do
n't
be
silly
,
dear
!
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
at
once
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
--
well
,
your
safety
's
much
more
important
!
Actually
,
I
've
been
wanting
to
ask
you
how
you
want
to
celebrate
your
birthday
,
Harry
.
Seventeen
,
after
all
,
it
's
an
important
day
...
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
a
fuss
,
"
said
Harry
quickly
,
envisaging
the
additional
strain
this
would
put
on
them
all
.
"
Really
,
Mrs.
Weasley
,
just
a
normal
dinner
would
be
fine
...
.
It
's
the
day
before
the
wedding
...
.
"
"
Oh
,
well
,
if
you
're
sure
,
dear
.
I
'll
invite
Remus
and
Tonks
,
shall
I
?
And
how
about
Hagrid
?
"
"
That
'd
be
great
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
But
please
,
do
n't
go
to
loads
of
trouble
.
"
"
Not
at
all
,
not
at
all
...
It
's
no
trouble
...
.
"
She
looked
at
him
,
a
long
,
searching
look
,
then
smiled
a
little
sadly
,
straightened
up
,
and
walked
away
.
Harry
watched
as
she
waved
her
wand
near
the
washing
line
,
and
the
damp
clothes
rose
into
the
air
to
hang
themselves
up
,
and
suddenly
he
felt
a
great
wave
of
remorse
for
the
inconvenience
and
the
pain
he
was
giving
her
.
He
was
walking
along
a
mountain
road
in
the
cool
blue
light
of
dawn
.
Far
below
,
swathed
in
mist
,
was
the
shadow
of
a
small
town
.
Was
the
man
he
sought
down
there
,
the
man
he
needed
so
badly
he
could
think
of
little
else
,
the
man
who
held
the
answer
,
the
answer
to
his
problem
...
?
"
Oi
,
wake
up
.
"
Harry
opened
his
eyes
.
He
was
lying
again
on
the
camp
bed
in
Ron
's
dingy
attic
room
.
The
sun
had
not
yet
risen
and
the
room
was
still
shadowy
.
Pigwidgeon
was
asleep
with
his
head
under
his
tiny
wing
.
The
scar
on
Harry
's
forehead
was
prickling
.
"
You
were
muttering
in
your
sleep
.
"
