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"
Harry
,
"
sobbed
Hagrid
.
"
Oh
,
Harry
...
Harry
...
"
Harry
shut
his
eyes
tight
again
.
He
knew
that
they
were
approaching
the
castle
and
strained
his
ears
to
distinguish
,
above
the
gleeful
voices
of
the
Death
Eaters
and
their
tramping
footsteps
,
signs
of
life
from
those
within
.
"
Stop
.
"
The
Death
Eaters
came
to
a
halt
;
Harry
heard
them
spreading
out
in
a
line
facing
the
open
front
doors
of
the
school
.
He
could
see
,
even
though
his
closed
lids
,
the
teddish
glow
that
meant
light
streamed
upon
him
from
the
entrance
hall
.
He
waited
.
Any
moment
,
the
people
for
whom
he
had
tried
to
die
would
see
him
,
lying
apparently
dead
,
in
Hagrid
's
arms
.
"
NO
!
"
The
scream
was
the
more
terrible
because
he
had
never
expected
or
dreamed
that
Professor
McGonagall
could
make
such
a
sound
.
He
heard
another
women
laughing
nearby
,
and
knew
that
Bellatrix
gloried
in
McGonagall
's
despair
.
He
squinted
again
for
a
single
second
and
saw
the
open
doorway
filling
with
people
,
as
the
survivors
of
the
battle
came
out
onto
the
front
steps
to
face
their
vanquishers
and
see
the
truth
of
Harry
's
death
for
themselves
.
He
saw
Voldemort
standing
a
little
in
front
of
him
,
stroking
Nagini
's
head
with
a
single
white
finger
.
He
closed
his
eyes
again
.
"
No
!
"
"
No
!
"
"
Harry
!
HARRY
!
"
