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Harry
raised
his
wand
at
once
.
"
Accio
Rosmerta
's
brooms
.
"
A
second
later
they
heard
a
loud
bang
as
the
front
door
of
the
pub
burst
open
;
two
brooms
had
shot
out
into
the
street
and
were
racing
each
other
to
Harry
's
side
,
where
they
stopped
dead
,
quivering
slightly
,
at
waist
height
.
"
Rosmerta
,
please
send
a
message
to
the
Ministry
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
as
he
mounted
the
broom
nearest
him
.
"
It
might
be
that
nobody
within
Hogwarts
has
yet
realised
anything
is
wrong
...
Harry
,
put
on
your
Invisibility
Cloak
.
"
Harry
pulled
his
Cloak
out
of
his
pocket
and
threw
it
over
himself
before
mounting
his
broom
;
Madam
Rosmerta
was
already
tottering
back
towards
her
pub
as
Harry
and
Dumbledore
kicked
off
from
the
ground
and
rose
up
into
the
air
.
As
they
sped
towards
the
castle
,
Harry
glanced
sideways
at
Dumbledore
,
ready
to
grab
him
should
he
fall
,
but
the
sight
of
the
Dark
Mark
seemed
to
have
acted
upon
Dumbledore
like
a
stimulant
:
he
was
bent
low
over
his
broom
,
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
Mark
,
his
long
silver
hair
and
beard
flying
behind
him
in
the
night
air
.
And
Harry
,
too
,
looked
ahead
at
the
skull
,
and
fear
swelled
inside
him
like
a
venomous
bubble
,
compressing
his
lungs
,
driving
all
other
discomfort
from
his
mind
...
How
long
had
they
been
away
?
Had
Ron
,
Hermione
and
Ginny
's
luck
run
out
by
now
?
Was
it
one
of
them
who
had
caused
the
Mark
to
be
set
over
the
school
,
or
was
it
Neville
,
or
Luna
,
or
some
other
member
of
the
DA
?
And
if
it
was
...
he
was
the
one
who
had
told
them
to
patrol
the
corridors
,
he
had
asked
them
to
leave
the
safety
of
their
beds
...
would
he
be
responsible
,
again
,
for
the
death
of
a
friend
?
As
they
flew
over
the
dark
,
twisting
lane
down
which
they
had
walked
earlier
,
Harry
heard
,
over
the
whistling
of
the
night
air
in
his
ears
,
Dumbledore
muttering
in
some
strange
language
again
.
He
thought
he
understood
why
as
he
felt
his
broom
shudder
for
a
moment
when
they
flew
over
the
boundary
wall
into
the
grounds
:
Dumbledore
was
undoing
the
enchantments
he
himself
had
set
around
the
castle
,
so
that
they
could
enter
at
speed
.
The
Dark
Mark
was
glittering
directly
above
the
Astronomy
Tower
,
the
highest
of
the
castle
.
Did
that
mean
the
death
had
occurred
there
?
Dumbledore
had
already
crossed
the
crenellated
ramparts
and
was
dismounting
;
Harry
landed
next
to
him
seconds
later
and
looked
around
.
The
ramparts
were
deserted
.
The
door
to
the
spiral
staircase
that
led
back
into
the
castle
was
closed
.
There
was
no
sign
of
a
struggle
,
of
a
fight
to
the
death
,
of
a
body
.
