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Harry
had
known
there
was
no
hope
from
the
moment
that
the
full
Body-Bind
Curse
Dumbledore
had
placed
upon
him
lifted
,
known
that
it
could
have
happened
only
because
its
caster
was
dead
,
but
there
was
still
no
preparation
for
seeing
him
here
,
spread-eagled
,
broken
:
the
greatest
wizard
Harry
had
ever
,
or
would
ever
,
meet
.
Dumbledore
's
eyes
were
closed
;
but
for
the
strange
angle
of
his
arms
and
legs
,
he
might
have
been
sleeping
.
Harry
reached
out
,
straightened
the
half-moon
spectacles
upon
the
crooked
nose
,
and
wiped
a
trickle
of
blood
from
the
mouth
with
his
own
sleeve
.
Then
he
gazed
down
at
the
wise
old
face
and
tried
to
absorb
the
enormous
and
incomprehensible
truth
:
that
never
again
would
Dumbledore
speak
to
him
,
never
again
could
he
help
...
The
crowd
murmured
behind
Harry
.
After
what
seemed
like
a
long
time
,
he
became
aware
that
he
was
kneeling
upon
something
hard
and
looked
down
The
locket
they
had
managed
to
steal
so
many
hours
before
had
fallen
out
of
Dumbledore
's
pocket
.
It
had
opened
,
perhaps
due
to
the
force
with
which
it
hit
the
ground
.
And
although
he
could
not
feel
more
shock
or
horror
or
sadness
than
he
felt
already
,
Harry
knew
,
as
he
picked
it
up
,
that
there
was
something
wrong
--
He
turned
the
locket
over
in
his
hands
.
This
was
neither
as
large
as
the
locket
he
remembered
seeing
in
the
Pensieve
,
nor
were
there
any
markings
upon
it
,
no
sign
of
the
ornate
S
that
was
supposed
to
be
Slytherin
's
mark
.
Moreover
,
there
was
nothing
inside
but
for
a
scrap
of
folded
parchment
wedged
tightly
into
the
place
where
a
portrait
should
have
been
.
Automatically
,
without
really
thinking
about
what
he
was
doing
,
Harry
pulled
out
the
fragment
of
parchment
,
opened
it
,
and
read
by
the
light
of
the
many
wands
that
had
now
been
lit
behind
him
:
To
the
Dark
Lord
I
know
I
will
be
dead
long
before
you
read
this
but
I
want
you
to
know
that
it
was
I
who
dicovered
your
secret
.
I
have
stolen
the
real
Horcrux
and
intend
to
destroy
it
as
soon
as
I
can
.
I
face
death
in
the
hope
that
when
you
meet
your
match
you
will
be
mortal
once
more
.
R.
A.
B.
