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"
Really
gives
a
feeling
for
the
scope
and
tragedy
of
the
thing
,
does
n't
it
?
"
said
Ron
,
pushing
open
a
door
to
let
Harry
and
Hermione
through
.
Happiness
would
come
,
Harry
though
,
but
at
the
moment
it
was
muffled
by
exhaustion
,
and
the
pain
of
losing
Fred
and
Lupin
and
Tonks
pierced
him
like
a
physical
wound
every
few
steps
.
Most
of
all
he
felt
the
most
stupendous
relief
,
and
a
longing
to
sleep
.
But
first
he
owed
an
explanation
to
Ron
and
Hermione
,
who
had
stuck
with
him
for
so
long
,
and
who
deserved
the
truth
.
Painstakingly
he
recounted
what
he
had
seem
in
the
Pensieve
and
what
had
happened
in
the
forest
,
and
they
had
not
even
begun
to
express
all
their
shock
and
amazement
,
when
at
last
they
arrived
at
the
place
to
which
they
had
been
walking
,
though
none
of
them
had
mentioned
their
destination
.
Since
he
had
last
seen
it
,
the
gargoyle
guarding
the
entrance
to
the
headmaster
's
study
had
been
knocked
aside
;
it
stood
lopsided
,
looking
a
little
punch-drunk
,
and
Harry
wondered
whether
it
would
be
able
to
distinguish
passwords
anymore
.
"
Can
we
go
up
?
"
he
asked
the
gargoyle
.
"
Feel
free
,
"
groaned
the
statue
.
They
clambered
over
him
and
onto
the
spiral
stone
staircase
that
moved
slowly
upward
like
an
escalator
.
Harry
pushed
open
the
door
at
the
top
.
He
had
one
,
brief
glimpse
of
the
stone
Pensieve
on
the
desk
where
he
had
left
it
,
and
then
an
earsplitting
noise
made
him
cry
out
,
thinking
of
curses
and
returning
Death
Eaters
and
the
rebirth
of
Voldemort
--
But
it
was
applause
.
All
around
the
walls
,
the
headmasters
and
headmistresses
of
Hogwarts
were
giving
him
a
standing
ovation
;
they
waved
their
hats
and
in
some
cases
their
wigs
,
they
reached
through
their
frames
to
grip
each
other
's
hands
;
they
danced
up
and
down
on
their
chairs
in
which
they
have
been
painted
:
Dilys
Derwent
sobbed
unashamedly
;
Dexter
Fortescue
was
waving
his
ear-trumpet
;
and
Phineas
Nigellus
called
,
in
his
high
,
reedy
voice
,
"
And
let
it
be
noted
that
Slytherin
House
played
its
part
!
Let
our
contribution
not
be
forgotten
!
"
But
Harry
had
eyes
only
for
the
man
who
stood
in
the
largest
portrait
directly
behind
the
headmaster
's
chair
.
Tears
were
sliding
down
from
behind
the
half-moon
spectacles
into
the
long
silver
beard
,
and
the
pride
and
the
gratitude
emanating
from
him
filled
Harry
with
the
same
balm
as
phoenix
song
.
At
last
,
Harry
held
up
his
hands
,
and
the
portraits
fell
respectfully
silent
,
beaming
and
mopping
their
eyes
and
waiting
eagerly
for
him
to
speak
.
He
directed
his
words
at
Dumbledore
,
however
,
and
chose
them
with
enormous
care
.
Exhausted
and
bleary-eyed
though
he
was
,
he
must
make
one
last
effort
,
seeking
one
last
piece
of
advice
.
