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"
How
are
they
protected
?
"
asked
Harry
.
"
Fidelius
Charm
.
Dad
's
Secret-Keeper
.
And
we
've
done
it
on
this
cottage
too
;
I
'm
Secret-Keeper
here
.
None
of
us
can
go
to
work
,
but
that
's
hardly
the
most
important
thing
now
.
Once
Ollivander
and
Griphook
are
well
enough
,
we
'll
move
them
to
Muriel
's
too
.
There
is
n't
much
room
here
,
but
she
's
got
plenty
.
Griphook
's
legs
are
on
the
mend
.
Fleur
's
given
him
Skele-Gro
--
we
could
probably
move
them
in
an
hour
or
--
"
"
No
,
"
Harry
said
and
Bill
looked
startled
.
"
I
need
both
of
them
here
.
I
need
to
talk
to
them
.
It
's
important
.
"
He
heard
the
authority
of
his
own
voice
,
the
conviction
,
the
voice
of
purpose
that
had
come
to
him
as
he
dug
Dobby
's
grave
.
All
of
their
faces
were
turned
toward
him
looking
puzzled
.
"
I
'm
going
to
wash
,
"
Harry
told
Bill
looking
down
at
his
hands
still
covered
with
mud
and
Dobby
's
blood
.
"
Then
I
'll
need
to
see
them
,
straight
away
.
"
He
walked
into
the
little
kitchen
,
to
the
basin
beneath
a
window
overlooking
the
sea
.
Dawn
was
breaking
over
the
horizon
,
shell
pink
and
faintly
gold
,
as
he
washed
,
again
following
the
train
of
thought
that
had
come
to
him
in
the
dark
garden
...
Dobby
would
never
be
able
to
tell
them
who
had
sent
him
to
the
cellar
,
but
Harry
knew
what
he
had
seen
.
A
piercing
blue
eye
had
looked
out
of
the
mirror
fragment
,
and
then
help
had
come
.
Help
will
always
be
given
at
Hogwarts
to
those
who
ask
for
it
.
Harry
dried
his
hands
,
impervious
to
the
beauty
of
the
scene
outside
the
window
and
to
the
murmuring
of
the
others
in
the
sitting
room
.
He
looked
out
over
the
ocean
and
felt
closer
,
this
dawn
,
than
ever
before
,
closer
to
the
heart
of
it
all
.
And
still
his
scar
prickled
,
and
he
knew
that
Voldemort
was
getting
there
too
.
Harry
understood
and
yet
did
not
understand
.
His
instinct
was
telling
him
one
thing
,
his
brain
quite
another
.
The
Dumbledore
in
Harry
's
head
smiled
,
surveying
Harry
over
the
tips
of
his
fingers
,
pressed
together
as
if
in
prayer
.
