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"
He
had
it
coming
to
him
,
"
said
Harry
.
Broken
images
were
racing
each
other
through
his
mind
:
Sirius
falling
through
the
veil
;
Dumbledore
suspended
,
broken
,
in
midair
;
a
flash
of
green
light
and
his
mother
's
voice
,
begging
for
mercy
...
"
Parents
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
should
n't
leave
their
kids
unless
--
unless
they
've
got
to
.
"
"
Harry
--
"
said
Hermione
,
stretching
out
a
consoling
hand
,
but
he
shrugged
it
off
and
walked
away
,
his
eyes
on
the
fire
Hermione
had
conjured
.
He
had
once
spoken
to
Lupin
out
of
that
fireplace
,
seeking
reassurance
about
James
,
and
Lupin
had
consoled
him
.
Now
Lupin
's
tortured
white
face
seemed
to
swim
in
the
air
before
him
.
He
felt
a
sickening
surge
of
remorse
.
Neither
Ron
nor
Hermione
spoke
,
but
Harry
felt
sure
that
they
were
looking
at
each
other
behind
his
back
,
communicating
silently
.
He
turned
around
and
caught
them
turning
hurriedly
away
from
each
other
.
"
I
know
I
should
n't
have
called
him
a
coward
.
"
"
No
,
you
should
n't
,
"
said
Ron
at
once
.
"
But
he
's
acting
like
one
.
"
"
All
the
same
...
"
said
Hermione
.
"
I
know
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
But
if
it
makes
him
go
back
to
Tonks
,
it
'll
be
worth
it
,
wo
n't
it
?
"
He
could
not
keep
the
plea
out
of
his
voice
.
Hermione
looked
sympathetic
,
Ron
uncertain
.
