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Dumbledore
glanced
up
and
down
the
street
.
It
seemed
quite
deserted
.
"
Wand
out
and
follow
me
,
Harry
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
He
opened
the
gate
and
walked
swiftly
and
silently
up
the
garden
path
,
Harry
at
his
heels
,
then
pushed
the
front
door
very
slowly
,
his
wand
raised
and
at
the
ready
.
"
Lumos
.
"
Dumbledore
's
wand
tip
ignited
,
casting
its
light
up
a
narrow
hallway
.
To
the
left
,
another
door
stood
open
.
Holding
his
illuminated
wand
aloft
,
Dumbledore
walked
into
the
sitting
room
with
Harry
right
behind
him
.
A
scene
of
total
devastation
met
their
eyes
.
A
grandfather
clock
lay
splintered
at
their
feet
,
its
face
cracked
,
its
pendulum
lying
a
little
farther
away
like
a
dropped
sword
.
A
piano
was
on
its
side
,
its
keys
strewn
across
the
floor
.
The
wreckage
of
a
fallen
chandelier
flittered
nearby
.
Cushions
lay
deflated
,
feathers
oozing
from
slashes
in
their
sides
;
fragments
of
glass
and
china
lay
like
powder
over
everything
.
Dumbledore
raised
his
wand
even
higher
,
so
that
its
light
was
thrown
upon
the
walls
,
where
something
darkly
red
and
glutinous
was
spattered
over
the
wallpaper
.
Harry
's
small
intake
of
breath
made
Dumbledore
look
around
.
"
Not
pretty
,
is
it
?
"
he
said
heavily
.
"
Yes
,
something
horrible
has
happened
here
.
"
Dumbledore
moved
carefully
into
the
middle
of
the
room
,
scrutinizing
the
wreckage
at
his
feet
.
Harry
followed
,
gazing
around
,
half-scared
of
what
he
might
see
hidden
behind
the
wreck
of
the
piano
or
the
overturned
sofa
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
a
body
.
"
Maybe
there
was
a
fight
and
--
and
they
dragged
him
off
,
Professor
?
"
Harry
suggested
,
trying
not
to
imagine
how
badly
wounded
a
man
would
have
to
be
to
leave
those
stains
spattered
halfway
up
the
walls
.
"
I
do
n't
think
so
,
"
said
Dumbledore
quietly
,
peering
behind
an
overstuffed
armchair
lying
on
its
side
.
