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"
...
has
it
gone
?
"
"
Oh
yes
!
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
Yes
,
he
destroyed
it
.
Your
soul
is
whole
,
and
completely
your
own
,
Harry
.
"
"
But
then
...
"
Harry
trembled
over
his
shoulder
to
where
the
small
,
maimed
creature
trembled
under
the
chair
.
"
What
is
that
,
Professor
?
"
"
Something
that
is
beyond
either
of
our
help
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
But
if
Voldemort
used
the
Killing
Curse
,
"
Harry
started
again
,
"
and
nobody
died
for
me
this
time
--
how
can
I
be
alive
?
"
"
I
think
you
know
,
"
said
Dumbledore
.
"
Think
back
.
Remember
what
he
did
,
in
his
ignorance
,
in
his
greed
and
his
cruelty
.
"
Harry
thought
.
He
let
his
gaze
drift
over
his
surroundings
.
If
it
was
indeed
a
palace
in
which
they
sat
,
it
was
an
odd
one
,
with
chairs
set
in
little
rows
and
bits
of
railing
here
and
there
,
and
still
,
he
and
Dumbledore
and
the
stunted
creatures
under
the
chair
were
the
only
beings
there
.
Then
the
answer
rose
to
his
lips
easily
,
without
effort
.
"
He
took
my
blood
,
"
said
Harry
.
