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"
Professor
Dumbledore
cared
about
Harry
,
very
much
,
"
said
Hermione
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Did
he
now
?
"
said
Aberforth
.
"
Funny
thing
how
many
of
the
people
my
brother
cared
about
very
much
ended
up
in
a
worse
state
than
if
he
'd
left
'em
well
alone
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
asked
Hermione
breathlessly
.
"
Never
you
mind
,
"
said
Aberforth
.
"
But
that
's
a
really
serious
thing
to
say
!
"
said
Hermione
.
"
Are
you
--
are
you
talking
about
your
sister
?
"
Aberforth
glared
at
her
:
His
lips
moved
as
if
he
were
chewing
the
words
he
was
holding
back
.
Then
he
burst
into
speech
.
"
When
my
sister
was
six
years
old
,
she
was
attacked
,
by
three
Muggle
boys
.
They
'd
seen
her
doing
magic
,
spying
through
the
back
garden
hedge
:
She
was
a
kid
,
she
could
n't
control
it
,
no
witch
or
wizard
can
at
that
age
.
What
they
saw
,
scared
them
,
I
expect
.
They
forced
their
way
through
the
hedge
,
and
when
she
could
n't
show
them
the
trick
,
they
got
a
bit
carried
away
trying
to
stop
the
little
freak
doing
it
.
"
Hermione
's
eyes
were
huge
in
the
firelight
;
Ron
looked
slightly
sick
.
Aberforth
stood
up
,
tall
as
Albus
,
and
suddenly
terrible
in
his
anger
and
the
intensity
of
his
pain
.
"
It
destroyed
her
,
what
they
did
:
She
was
never
right
again
.
She
would
n't
use
magic
,
but
she
could
n't
get
rid
of
it
;
it
turned
inward
and
drove
her
mad
,
it
exploded
out
of
her
when
she
could
n't
control
it
,
and
at
times
she
was
strange
and
dangerous
.
But
mostly
she
was
sweet
and
scared
and
harmless
.
