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Then
a
noise
reached
him
through
the
unformed
nothingness
that
surrounded
him
:
the
small
soft
thumpings
of
something
that
flapped
,
flailed
,
and
struggled
.
It
was
a
pitiful
noise
,
yet
also
slightly
indecent
.
He
had
the
uncomfortable
feeling
that
he
was
eavesdropping
on
something
furtive
,
shameful
.
For
the
first
time
,
he
wished
he
were
clothed
.
Barely
had
the
wish
formed
in
his
head
than
robes
appeared
a
short
distance
away
.
He
took
them
and
pulled
them
on
.
They
were
soft
,
clean
,
and
warm
.
It
was
extraordinary
how
they
had
appeared
just
like
that
,
the
moment
he
had
wanted
them
...
He
stood
up
,
looking
around
.
Was
he
in
some
great
Room
of
Requirement
?
The
longer
he
looked
,
the
more
there
was
to
see
.
A
great
domed
glass
roof
glittered
high
above
him
in
sunlight
.
Perhaps
it
was
a
palace
.
All
was
hushed
and
still
,
except
for
those
odd
thumping
and
whimpering
noises
coming
from
somewhere
close
by
in
the
mist
...
Harry
turned
slowly
on
the
spot
,
and
his
surroundings
seemed
to
invent
themselves
before
his
eyes
.
A
wide-open
space
,
bright
and
clean
,
a
hall
larger
by
far
than
the
Great
Hall
,
with
that
clear
domed
glass
ceiling
.
It
was
quite
empty
.
He
was
the
only
person
there
,
except
for
--
He
recoiled
.
He
had
spotted
the
thing
that
was
making
the
noises
.
It
had
the
form
of
a
small
,
naked
child
,
curled
on
the
ground
,
its
skin
raw
and
rough
,
flayed-looking
,
and
it
lay
shuddering
under
a
seat
where
it
had
been
left
,
unwanted
,
stuffed
out
of
sight
,
struggling
for
breath
.
He
was
afraid
of
it
.
Small
and
fragile
and
wounded
though
it
was
,
he
did
not
want
to
approach
it
.
Nevertheless
he
drew
slowly
nearer
,
ready
to
jump
back
at
any
moment
.
Soon
he
stood
near
enough
to
touch
it
,
yet
he
could
not
bring
himself
to
do
it
.
He
felt
like
a
coward
.
He
ought
to
comfort
it
,
but
it
repulsed
him
.
"
You
can
not
help
.
"
He
spun
around
.
Albus
Dumbledore
was
walking
toward
him
,
sprightly
and
upright
,
wearing
sweeping
robes
of
midnight
blue
.
