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You
gave
Ron
the
Deluminator
...
You
understood
him
...
You
gave
him
a
way
back
...
And
you
understood
Wormtail
too
...
You
knew
there
was
a
bit
of
regret
there
,
somewhere
...
And
if
you
knew
them
...
What
did
you
know
about
me
,
Dumbledore
?
Am
I
meant
to
know
but
not
to
seek
?
Did
you
know
how
hard
I
'd
feel
that
?
Is
that
why
you
made
it
this
difficult
?
So
I
'd
have
time
to
work
that
out
?
Harry
stood
quite
still
,
eyes
glazed
,
watching
the
place
where
a
bright
gold
ray
of
dazzling
sun
was
rising
over
the
horizon
.
Then
he
looked
down
at
his
clean
hands
and
was
momentarily
surprised
to
see
the
cloth
he
was
holding
in
them
.
He
set
it
down
and
returned
to
the
hall
,
and
as
he
did
so
,
he
felt
his
scar
pulse
angrily
,
and
then
flashed
across
his
mind
,
swift
as
the
reflection
of
a
dragonfly
over
water
,
the
outline
of
a
building
he
knew
extremely
well
.
Bill
and
Fleur
were
standing
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
.
"
I
need
to
speak
to
Griphook
and
Ollivander
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
No
,
"
said
Fleur
.
"
You
will
'
ave
to
wait
,
'
Arry
.
Zey
are
both
too
tired
--
"
"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
he
said
without
heat
,
"
but
it
ca
n't
wait
.
I
need
to
talk
to
them
now
.
Privately
--
and
separately
.
It
's
urgent
.
"
