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Hermione
jumped
and
clutched
Harry
's
arm
.
"
It
's
okay
,
"
said
Harry
reassuringly
,
and
he
led
the
way
into
the
sitting
room
.
Bathilda
was
tottering
around
the
place
lighting
candles
,
but
it
was
still
very
dark
,
not
to
mention
extremely
dirty
.
Thick
dust
crunched
beneath
their
feet
,
and
Harry
's
nose
detected
,
underneath
the
dank
and
mildewed
smell
,
something
worse
,
like
meat
gone
bad
.
He
wondered
when
was
the
last
time
anyone
had
been
inside
Bathilda
's
house
to
check
whether
she
was
coping
.
She
seemed
to
have
forgotten
that
she
could
do
magic
,
too
,
for
she
lit
the
candles
clumsily
by
hand
,
her
trailing
lace
cuff
in
constant
danger
of
catching
fire
.
"
Let
me
do
that
,
"
offered
Harry
,
and
he
took
the
matches
from
her
.
She
stood
watching
him
as
he
finished
lighting
the
candle
stubs
that
stood
on
saucers
around
the
room
,
perched
precariously
on
stacks
of
books
and
on
side
tables
crammed
with
cracked
and
moldy
cups
.
The
last
surface
on
which
Harry
spotted
a
candle
was
a
bow-fronted
chest
of
drawers
on
which
there
stood
a
large
number
of
photographs
.
When
the
flame
danced
into
life
,
its
reflection
wavered
on
their
dusty
glass
and
silver
.
He
saw
a
few
tiny
movements
from
the
pictures
.
As
Bathilda
fumbled
with
logs
for
the
fire
,
he
muttered
"
Tergeo
"
:
The
dust
vanished
from
the
photographs
,
and
he
saw
at
once
that
half
a
dozen
were
missing
from
the
largest
and
most
ornate
frames
.
He
wondered
whether
Bathilda
or
somebody
else
had
removed
them
.
Then
the
sight
of
a
photograph
near
the
back
of
the
collection
caught
his
eye
,
and
he
snatched
it
up
.
It
was
the
golden-haired
,
merry-faced
thief
,
the
young
man
who
had
perched
on
Gregorovitch
's
windowsill
,
smiling
lazily
up
at
Harry
out
of
the
silver
frame
.
And
it
came
to
Harry
instantly
where
he
had
seen
the
boy
before
:
in
The
Life
and
Lies
of
Albus
Dumbledore
,
arm
in
arm
with
the
teenage
Dumbledore
,
and
that
must
be
where
all
the
missing
photographs
were
:
in
Rita
's
book
.
"
Mrs.
--
Miss
--
Bagshot
?
"
he
said
,
and
his
voice
shook
slightly
.
"
Who
is
this
?
"
Bathilda
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
watching
Hermione
light
the
fire
for
her
.
