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Then
Ginny
nudged
him
again
and
he
looked
round
.
Hagrid
was
walking
slowly
up
the
aisle
between
the
chairs
.
He
was
crying
quite
silently
,
his
face
gleaming
with
tears
,
and
in
his
arms
,
wrapped
in
purple
velvet
spangled
with
golden
stars
,
was
what
Harry
knew
to
be
Dumbledore
's
body
.
A
sharp
pain
rose
in
Harry
's
throat
at
this
sight
:
for
a
moment
,
the
strange
music
and
the
knowledge
that
Dumbledore
's
body
was
so
close
seemed
to
take
all
warmth
from
the
day
.
Ron
looked
white
and
shocked
.
Tears
were
falling
thick
and
fast
into
both
Ginny
and
Hermione
's
laps
.
They
could
not
see
clearly
what
was
happening
at
the
front
.
Hagrid
seemed
to
have
placed
the
body
carefully
upon
the
table
.
Now
he
retreated
down
the
aisle
,
blowing
his
nose
with
loud
trumpeting
noises
that
drew
scandalised
looks
from
some
,
including
,
Harry
saw
,
Dolores
Umbridge
...
but
Harry
knew
that
Dumbledore
would
not
have
cared
.
He
tried
to
make
a
friendly
gesture
to
Hagrid
as
he
passed
,
but
Hagrid
's
eyes
were
so
swollen
it
was
a
wonder
he
could
see
where
he
was
going
.
Harry
glanced
at
the
back
row
to
which
Hagrid
was
heading
and
realised
what
was
guiding
him
,
for
there
,
dressed
in
a
jacket
and
trousers
each
the
size
of
a
small
marquee
,
was
the
giant
Grawp
,
his
great
ugly
boulder-like
head
bowed
,
docile
,
almost
human
.
Hagrid
sat
down
next
to
his
half-brother
and
Grawp
patted
Hagrid
hard
on
the
head
,
so
that
his
chair
legs
sank
into
the
ground
.
Harry
had
a
wonderful
momentary
urge
to
laugh
.
But
then
the
music
stopped
and
he
turned
to
face
the
front
again
.
A
little
tufty-haired
man
in
plain
black
robes
had
got
to
his
feet
and
stood
now
in
front
of
Dumbledore
's
body
.
Harry
could
not
hear
what
he
was
saying
.
Odd
words
floated
back
to
them
over
the
hundreds
of
beads
.
"
Nobility
of
spirit
"
...
"
intellectual
contribution
"
...
"
greatness
of
heart
"
...
it
did
not
mean
very
much
.
It
had
little
to
do
with
Dumbledore
as
Harry
had
known
him
.
He
suddenly
remembered
Dumbledore
's
idea
of
a
few
words
:
"
nitwit
"
,
"
oddment
"
,
"
blubber
"
and
"
tweak
"
,
and
again
,
had
to
suppress
a
grin
...
what
was
the
matter
with
him
?
There
was
a
soft
splashing
noise
to
his
left
and
he
saw
that
the
merpeople
had
broken
the
surface
to
listen
,
too
.
He
remembered
Dumbledore
crouching
at
the
water
's
edge
two
years
ago
,
very
close
to
where
Harry
now
sat
,
and
conversing
in
Mermish
with
the
Merchieftainess
.
Harry
wondered
where
Dumbledore
had
learned
Mermish
.
There
was
so
much
he
had
never
asked
him
,
so
much
he
should
have
said
...
And
then
,
without
warning
,
it
swept
over
him
,
the
dreadful
truth
,
more
completely
and
undeniably
than
it
had
until
now
.
Dumbledore
was
dead
,
gone
...
he
clutched
the
cold
locket
in
his
hand
so
tightly
that
it
hurt
,
but
he
could
not
prevent
hot
tears
spilling
from
his
eyes
:
he
looked
away
from
Ginny
and
the
others
and
stared
out
over
the
lake
,
towards
the
Forest
,
as
the
little
man
in
black
droned
on
...
there
was
movement
among
the
trees
.
The
centaurs
had
come
to
pay
their
respects
,
too
.
They
did
not
move
into
the
open
but
Harry
saw
them
standing
quite
still
,
half-hidden
in
shadow
,
watching
the
wizards
,
their
bows
hanging
at
their
sides
.
And
Harry
remembered
his
first
nightmarish
trip
into
the
Forest
,
the
first
time
he
had
ever
encountered
the
thing
that
was
then
Voldemort
,
and
how
he
had
faced
him
,
and
how
he
and
Dumbledore
had
discussed
fighting
a
losing
battle
not
long
thereafter
.
It
was
important
,
Dumbledore
said
,
to
fight
,
and
fight
again
,
and
keep
fighting
,
for
only
then
could
evil
be
kept
at
bay
,
though
never
quite
eradicated
...
And
Harry
saw
very
clearly
as
be
sat
there
under
the
hot
sun
how
people
who
cared
about
him
had
stood
in
front
of
him
one
by
one
,
his
mother
,
his
father
,
his
godfather
,
and
finally
Dumbledore
,
all
determined
to
protect
him
;
but
now
that
was
over
.
He
could
not
let
anybody
else
stand
between
him
and
Voldemort
;
he
must
abandon
for
ever
the
illusion
he
ought
to
have
lost
at
the
age
of
one
:
that
the
shelter
of
a
parent
's
arms
meant
that
nothing
could
hurt
him
.
There
was
no
waking
from
his
nightmare
,
no
comforting
whisper
in
the
dark
that
he
was
safe
really
,
that
it
was
all
in
his
imagination
;
the
last
and
greatest
of
his
protectors
had
died
and
he
was
more
alone
than
he
had
ever
been
before
.
The
little
man
in
black
had
stopped
speaking
at
last
and
resumed
his
seat
.
Harry
waited
for
somebody
else
to
get
to
their
feet
;
he
expected
speeches
,
probably
from
the
Minister
,
but
nobody
moved
.
Then
several
people
screamed
.
Bright
,
white
flames
had
erupted
around
Dumbledore
's
body
and
the
table
upon
which
it
lay
:
higher
and
higher
they
rose
,
obscuring
the
body
.
