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The
castle
was
empty
.
He
felt
ghostly
striding
through
it
alone
,
as
if
he
had
already
died
.
The
portrait
people
were
still
missing
from
their
frames
;
the
whole
place
was
eerily
still
,
as
if
all
its
remaining
lifeblood
were
concentrated
in
the
Great
Hall
where
the
dead
and
the
mourners
were
crammed
.
Harry
pulled
the
Invisibility
Cloak
over
himself
and
descended
through
the
floors
,
at
last
walking
down
the
marble
staircase
into
the
entrance
hall
.
Perhaps
some
tiny
part
of
him
hoped
to
be
sensed
,
to
be
seen
,
to
be
stopped
,
but
the
Cloak
was
,
as
ever
,
impenetrable
,
perfect
,
and
he
reached
the
front
doors
easily
.
Then
Neville
nearly
walked
into
him
.
He
was
one
half
of
a
pair
that
was
carrying
a
body
in
from
the
grounds
.
Harry
glanced
down
and
felt
another
dull
blow
to
his
stomach
:
Colin
Creevey
,
though
underage
,
must
have
sneaked
back
just
as
Malfoy
,
Crabbe
,
and
Goyle
had
done
.
He
was
tiny
in
death
.
"
You
know
what
?
I
can
manage
him
alone
,
Neville
,
"
said
Oliver
Wood
,
and
he
heaved
Colin
over
his
shoulder
in
a
fireman
's
lift
and
carried
him
into
the
Great
Hall
.
Neville
leaned
against
the
door
frame
for
a
moment
and
wiped
his
forehead
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
He
looked
like
an
old
man
.
Then
he
set
off
on
the
steps
again
into
the
darkness
to
recover
more
bodies
.
Harry
took
one
glance
back
at
the
entrance
of
the
Great
Hall
.
People
were
moving
around
,
trying
to
comfort
each
other
,
drinking
,
kneeling
beside
the
dead
,
but
he
could
not
see
any
of
the
people
he
loved
,
no
hint
of
Hermione
,
Ron
,
Ginny
,
or
any
of
the
other
Weasleys
,
no
Luna
.
He
felt
he
would
have
given
all
the
time
remaining
to
him
for
just
one
last
look
at
them
;
but
then
,
would
he
ever
have
the
strength
to
stop
looking
?
It
was
better
like
this
.
He
moved
down
the
steps
and
out
into
the
darkness
.
It
was
nearly
four
in
the
morning
,
and
the
deathly
stillness
of
the
grounds
felt
as
though
they
were
holding
their
breath
,
waiting
to
see
whether
he
could
do
what
he
must
.
Harry
moved
toward
Neville
,
who
was
bending
over
another
body
.
"
Neville
.
"
