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Once
or
twice
,
Sirius
made
a
noise
as
though
about
to
say
something
,
his
hand
still
tight
on
Harry
's
shoulder
,
but
Dumbledore
raised
his
hand
to
stop
him
,
and
Harry
was
glad
of
this
,
because
it
was
easier
to
keep
going
now
he
had
started
.
It
was
even
a
relief
;
he
felt
almost
as
though
something
poisonous
were
being
extracted
from
him
.
It
was
costing
him
every
bit
of
determination
he
had
to
keep
talking
,
yet
he
sensed
that
once
he
had
finished
,
he
would
feel
better
.
When
Harry
told
of
Wormtail
piercing
his
arm
with
the
dagger
,
however
,
Sirius
let
out
a
vehement
exclamation
and
Dumbledore
stood
up
so
quickly
that
Harry
started
.
Dumbledore
walked
around
the
desk
and
told
Harry
to
stretch
out
his
arm
.
Harry
showed
them
both
the
place
where
his
robes
were
torn
and
the
cut
beneath
them
.
"
He
said
my
blood
would
make
him
stronger
than
if
he
'd
used
someone
else
's
,
"
Harry
told
Dumbledore
.
"
He
said
the
protection
my
-
my
mother
left
in
me
-
he
'd
have
it
too
.
And
he
was
right
-
he
could
touch
me
without
hurting
himself
,
he
touched
my
face
.
"
For
a
fleeting
instant
,
Harry
thought
he
saw
a
gleam
of
something
like
triumph
in
Dumbledore
's
eyes
.
But
next
second
.
Harry
was
sure
he
had
imagined
it
,
for
when
Dumbledore
had
returned
to
his
seat
behind
the
desk
,
he
looked
as
old
and
weary
as
Harry
had
ever
seen
him
.
"
Very
well
,
"
he
said
,
sitting
down
again
.
"
Voldemort
has
overcome
that
particular
barrier
.
Harry
,
continue
,
please
.
"
Harry
went
on
;
he
explained
how
Voldemort
had
emerged
from
the
cauldron
,
and
told
them
all
he
could
remember
of
Voldemort
's
speech
to
the
Death
Eaters
.
Then
he
told
how
Voldemort
had
untied
him
,
returned
his
wand
to
him
,
and
prepared
to
duel
.
But
when
he
reached
the
part
where
the
golden
beam
of
light
had
connected
his
and
Voldemort
's
wands
,
he
found
his
throat
obstructed
.
He
tried
to
keep
talking
,
but
the
memories
of
what
had
come
out
of
Voldemort
's
wand
were
flooding
into
his
mind
.
He
could
see
Cedric
emerging
,
see
the
old
man
,
Bertha
Jorkins
...
his
father
...
his
mother
...
He
was
glad
when
Sirius
broke
the
silence
.
"
The
wands
connected
?
"
he
said
,
looking
from
Harry
to
Dumbledore
.
"
Why
?
"
Harry
looked
up
at
Dumbledore
again
,
on
whose
face
there
was
an
arrested
look
.
