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"
Bill
!
Thank
God
,
thank
God
--
"
Mrs.
Weasley
ran
forward
,
but
the
hug
Bill
bestowed
upon
her
was
perfunctory
.
Looking
directly
at
his
father
,
he
said
,
"
Mad-Eye
's
dead
.
"
Nobody
spoke
,
nobody
moved
.
Harry
felt
as
though
something
inside
him
was
falling
,
falling
through
the
earth
,
leaving
him
forever
.
"
We
saw
it
,
"
said
Bill
;
Fleur
nodded
,
tear
tracks
glittering
on
her
cheeks
in
the
light
from
the
kitchen
window
.
"
It
happened
just
after
we
broke
out
of
the
circle
:
Mad-Eye
and
Dung
were
close
by
us
,
they
were
heading
north
too
.
Voldemort
--
he
can
fly
--
went
straight
for
them
.
Dung
panicked
,
I
heard
him
cry
out
,
Mad-Eye
tried
to
stop
him
,
but
he
Disapparated
.
Voldemort
's
curse
hit
Mad-Eye
full
in
the
face
,
he
fell
backward
off
his
broom
and
--
there
was
nothing
we
could
do
,
nothing
,
we
had
half
a
dozen
of
them
on
our
own
tail
--
"
Bill
's
voice
broke
.
"
Of
course
you
could
n't
have
done
anything
,
"
said
Lupin
.
They
all
stood
looking
at
each
other
.
Harry
could
not
quite
comprehend
it
.
Mad-Eye
dead
;
it
could
not
be
...
.
Mad-Eye
,
so
tough
,
so
brave
,
the
consummate
survivor
...
At
last
it
seemed
to
dawn
on
everyone
,
though
nobody
said
it
,
that
there
was
no
point
of
waiting
in
the
yard
anymore
,
and
in
silence
they
followed
Mr.
And
Mrs.
Weasley
back
into
the
Burrow
,
and
into
the
living
room
,
where
Fred
and
George
were
laughing
together
.
"
What
's
wrong
?
"
said
Fred
,
scanning
their
faces
as
they
entered
,
"
What
's
happened
?
Who
's
--
?
"
