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Rita
's
book
lay
on
the
ground
between
them
,
so
that
the
face
of
Albus
Dumbledore
smiled
dolefully
at
both
.
"
Harry
,
I
'm
sorry
,
but
I
think
the
real
reason
you
're
so
angry
is
that
Dumbledore
never
told
you
any
of
this
himself
.
"
"
Maybe
I
am
!
"
Harry
bellowed
,
and
he
flung
his
arms
over
his
head
,
hardly
knowing
whether
he
was
trying
to
hold
in
his
anger
or
protect
himself
from
the
weight
of
his
own
disillusionment
"
Look
what
he
asked
from
me
,
Hermione
!
Risk
your
life
,
Harry
!
And
again
!
And
again
!
And
do
n't
expect
me
to
explain
everything
,
just
trust
me
blindly
,
trust
that
I
know
what
I
'm
doing
,
trust
me
even
though
I
do
n't
trust
you
!
Never
the
whole
truth
!
Never
!
"
His
voice
cracked
with
the
strain
,
and
they
stood
looking
at
each
other
in
the
whiteness
and
the
emptiness
,
and
Harry
felt
they
were
as
insignificant
as
insects
beneath
that
wide
sky
.
"
He
loved
you
,
"
Hermione
whispered
.
"
I
know
he
loved
you
.
"
Harry
dropped
his
arms
.
"
I
do
n't
know
who
he
loved
,
Hermione
,
but
it
was
never
me
.
This
is
n't
love
,
the
mess
he
's
left
me
in
.
He
shared
a
damn
sight
more
of
what
he
was
really
thinking
with
Gellert
Grindelwald
than
he
ever
shared
with
me
.
"
Harry
picked
up
Hermione
's
wand
,
which
he
had
dropped
in
the
snow
,
and
sat
back
down
in
the
entrance
of
the
tent
.
"
Thanks
for
the
tea
.
I
'll
finish
the
watch
.
You
get
back
in
the
warm
.
"
