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Hermione
shook
her
head
,
but
Harry
laughed
.
"
Well
,
we
're
N.
E.
W.
T.
students
now
!
"
grinned
Ron
.
"
Mum
,
are
there
any
more
sausages
?
"
Harry
looked
back
down
at
his
results
.
They
were
as
good
as
he
could
have
hoped
for
.
He
felt
just
one
tiny
twinge
of
regret
...
This
was
the
end
of
his
ambition
to
become
an
Auror
.
He
had
not
secured
the
required
Potions
grade
He
had
known
all
along
that
he
would
n't
,
but
he
still
felt
a
sinking
in
his
stomach
as
he
looked
again
at
that
small
black
E.
It
was
odd
,
really
,
seeing
that
it
had
been
a
Death
Eater
in
disguise
who
had
first
told
Harry
he
would
make
a
good
Auror
,
but
somehow
the
idea
had
taken
hold
of
him
,
and
he
could
n't
really
think
of
anything
else
he
would
like
to
be
.
Moreover
,
it
had
seemed
the
right
destiny
for
him
since
he
had
heard
the
prophecy
a
few
weeks
ago
...
Neither
can
live
while
the
other
survives
...
Would
n't
he
be
living
up
to
the
prophecy
,
and
giving
himself
the
best
chance
of
survival
,
if
he
joined
those
highly
trained
wizards
whose
job
it
was
to
find
and
kill
Voldemort
?
Harry
remained
within
the
confines
of
the
Burrow
's
garden
over
the
next
few
weeks
.
He
spent
most
of
his
days
playing
two-a-side
Quidditch
in
the
Weasleys
'
orchard
(
he
and
Hermione
against
Ron
and
Ginny
;
Hermione
was
dreadful
and
Ginny
good
,
so
they
were
reasonably
well
matched
)
and
his
evenings
eating
triple
helpings
of
everything
Mrs.
Weasley
put
in
front
of
him
.
It
would
have
been
a
happy
,
peaceful
holiday
had
it
not
been
for
the
stories
of
disappearances
,
odd
accidents
,
even
of
deaths
now
appearing
almost
daily
in
the
Prophet
.
Sometimes
Bill
and
Mr.
Weasley
brought
home
news
before
it
even
reached
the
paper
.
To
Mrs.
Weasley
's
displeasure
,
Harry
's
sixteenth
birthday
celebrations
were
marred
by
grisly
tidings
brought
to
the
party
by
Remus
Lupin
,
who
was
looking
gaunt
and
grim
,
his
brown
hair
streaked
liberally
with
gray
,
his
clothes
more
ragged
and
patched
than
ever
.
"
There
have
been
another
couple
of
dementor
attacks
,
"
he
announced
,
as
Mrs.
Weasley
passed
him
a
large
slice
of
birthday
cake
.
"
And
they
've
found
Igor
Karkaroff
's
body
in
a
shack
up
north
.
The
Dark
Mark
had
been
set
over
it
...
well
,
frankly
,
I
'm
surprised
he
stayed
alive
for
even
a
year
after
deserting
the
Death
Eaters
;
Sirius
's
brother
,
Regulus
,
only
managed
a
few
days
as
far
as
I
can
remember
.
"
"
Yes
,
well
,
"
said
Mrs.
Weasley
,
frowning
,
"
perhaps
we
should
talk
about
something
diff
...
"
"
Did
you
hear
about
Florean
Fortescue
,
Remus
?
"
asked
Bill
,
who
was
being
plied
with
wine
by
Fleur
.
