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He
now
proceeded
a
little
more
cautiously
.
Kneeling
down
beside
the
trunk
again
,
he
groped
around
in
the
bottom
and
,
after
retrieving
an
old
badge
that
flickered
feebly
between
SUPPORT
CEDRIC
DIGGORY
and
POTTER
STINKS
,
a
cracked
and
worn-out
Sneakoscope
,
and
a
gold
locket
inside
which
a
note
signed
R.
A.
B.
had
been
hidden
,
he
finally
discovered
the
sharp
edge
that
had
done
the
damage
.
He
recognized
it
at
once
.
It
was
a
two-inch-long
fragment
of
the
enchanted
mirror
that
his
dead
godfather
,
Sirius
,
had
given
him
.
Harry
laid
it
aside
and
felt
cautiously
around
the
trunk
for
the
rest
,
but
nothing
more
remained
of
his
godfather
's
last
gift
except
powdered
glass
,
which
clung
to
the
deepest
layer
of
debris
like
glittering
grit
.
Harry
sat
up
and
examined
the
jagged
piece
on
which
he
had
cut
himself
,
seeing
nothing
but
his
own
bright
green
eye
reflected
back
at
him
.
Then
he
placed
the
fragment
on
top
of
that
morning
's
Daily
prophet
,
which
lay
unread
on
the
bed
,
and
attempted
to
stem
the
sudden
upsurge
of
bitter
memories
,
the
stabs
of
regret
and
of
longing
the
discovery
of
the
broken
mirror
had
occasioned
,
by
attacking
the
rest
of
the
rubbish
in
the
trunk
.
It
took
another
hour
to
empty
it
completely
,
throw
away
the
useless
items
,
and
sort
the
remainder
in
piles
according
to
whether
or
not
he
would
need
them
from
now
on
.
His
school
and
Quidditch
robes
,
cauldron
,
parchment
,
quills
,
and
most
of
his
textbooks
were
piled
in
a
corner
,
to
be
left
behind
.
He
wondered
what
his
aunt
and
uncle
would
do
with
them
;
burn
them
in
the
dead
of
night
,
probably
,
as
if
they
were
evidence
of
some
dreadful
crime
.
His
Muggle
clothing
,
Invisibility
Cloak
,
potion-making
kit
,
certain
books
,
the
photograph
album
Hagrid
had
once
given
him
,
a
stack
of
letters
,
and
his
wand
had
been
repacked
into
an
old
rucksack
.
In
a
front
pocket
were
the
Marauder
's
Map
and
the
locket
with
the
note
signed
R.
A.
B.
inside
it
.
The
locket
was
accorded
this
place
of
honor
not
because
it
was
valuable
--
in
all
usual
senses
it
was
worthless
--
but
because
of
what
it
had
cost
to
attain
it
.
This
left
a
sizable
stack
of
newspapers
sitting
on
his
desk
beside
his
snowy
owl
,
Hedwig
:
one
for
each
of
the
days
Harry
had
spent
at
Privet
Drive
this
summer
.
He
got
up
off
the
floor
,
stretched
,
and
moved
across
to
his
desk
.
Hedwig
made
no
movement
as
he
began
to
flick
through
newspapers
,
throwing
them
into
the
rubbish
pile
one
by
one
.
The
owl
was
asleep
or
else
faking
;
she
was
angry
with
Harry
about
the
limited
amount
of
time
she
was
allowed
out
of
her
cage
at
the
moment
.
As
he
neared
the
bottom
of
the
pile
of
newspapers
,
Harry
slowed
down
,
searching
for
one
particular
issue
that
he
knew
had
arrived
shortly
after
he
had
returned
to
Privet
Drive
for
the
summer
;
he
remembered
that
there
had
been
a
small
mention
on
the
front
about
the
resignation
of
Charity
Burbage
,
the
Muggle
Studies
teacher
at
Hogwarts
.
At
last
he
found
it
.
Turning
to
page
ten
,
he
sank
into
his
desk
chair
and
reread
the
article
he
had
been
looking
for
.
ALBUS
DUMBLEDORE
REMEMBERED
By
Elphias
Doge
