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But
when
Harry
burst
into
the
circular
office
he
found
a
change
.
The
portraits
that
hung
all
around
the
walls
were
empty
.
Not
a
single
headmaster
or
headmistress
remained
to
see
him
;
all
,
it
seemed
,
had
flitted
away
,
charging
through
the
paintings
that
lined
the
castle
so
that
they
could
have
a
clear
view
of
what
was
going
on
.
Harry
glanced
hopelessly
at
Dumbledore
's
deserted
frame
,
which
hung
directly
behind
the
headmaster
's
chair
,
then
turned
his
back
on
it
.
The
stone
Pensieve
lay
in
the
cabinet
where
it
had
always
been
.
Harry
heaved
it
onto
the
desk
and
poured
Snape
's
memories
into
the
wide
basin
with
its
runic
markings
around
the
edge
.
To
escape
into
someone
else
's
head
would
be
a
blessed
relief
...
Nothing
that
even
Snape
had
left
him
could
be
worse
than
his
own
thoughts
.
The
memories
swirled
,
silver
white
and
strange
,
and
without
hesitating
,
with
a
feeling
of
reckless
abandonment
,
as
though
this
would
assuage
his
torturing
grief
,
Harry
dived
.
He
fell
headlong
into
sunlight
,
and
his
feet
found
warm
ground
.
When
he
straightened
up
,
he
saw
that
he
was
in
a
nearly
deserted
playground
.
A
single
huge
chimney
dominated
the
distant
skyline
.
Two
girls
were
swinging
backward
and
forward
,
and
a
skinny
boy
was
watching
them
from
behind
a
clump
of
bushes
.
His
black
hair
was
overlong
and
his
clothes
were
so
mismatched
that
it
looked
deliberate
:
too
short
jeans
,
a
shabby
,
overlarge
coat
that
might
have
belonged
to
a
grown
man
,
an
odd
smocklike
shirt
.
Harry
moved
closer
to
the
boy
.
Snape
looked
no
more
than
nine
or
ten
years
old
,
sallow
,
small
,
stringy
.
There
was
undisguised
greed
in
his
thin
face
as
he
watched
the
younger
of
the
two
girls
swinging
higher
and
higher
than
her
sister
.
"
Lily
,
do
n't
do
it
!
"
shrieked
the
elder
of
the
two
.
But
the
girl
had
let
go
of
the
swing
at
the
very
height
of
its
arc
and
flown
into
the
air
,
quite
literally
flown
,
launched
herself
skyward
with
a
great
shout
of
laughter
,
and
instead
of
crumpling
on
the
playground
asphalt
,
she
soared
like
a
trapeze
artist
through
the
air
,
staying
up
far
too
long
,
landing
far
too
lightly
.
"
Mummy
told
you
not
to
!
"
Petunia
stopped
her
swing
by
dragging
the
heels
of
her
sandals
on
the
ground
,
making
a
crunching
,
grinding
sound
,
then
leapt
up
,
hands
on
hips
.
"
Mummy
said
you
were
n't
allowed
,
Lily
!
"
"
But
I
'm
fine
,
"
said
Lily
,
still
giggling
.
"
Tuney
,
look
at
this
.
Watch
what
I
can
do
.
"
