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In
spite
of
the
feeling
of
dread
that
had
just
swept
through
him
,
his
spirits
could
not
help
but
lift
at
the
sight
of
it
.
Ron
was
in
there
...
and
so
was
Mrs.
Weasley
,
who
could
cook
better
than
anyone
he
knew
...
"
If
you
do
n't
mind
,
Harry
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
as
they
passed
through
the
gate
,
"
I
'd
like
a
few
words
with
you
before
we
part
.
In
private
.
Perhaps
in
here
?
"
Dumbledore
pointed
toward
a
run-down
stone
outhouse
where
the
Weasleys
kept
their
broomsticks
.
A
little
puzzled
,
Harry
followed
Dumbledore
through
the
creaking
door
into
a
space
a
little
smaller
than
the
average
cupboard
.
Dumbledore
illuminated
the
tip
of
his
wand
,
so
that
it
glowed
like
a
torch
,
and
smiled
down
at
Harry
.
"
I
hope
you
will
forgive
me
for
mentioning
it
,
Harry
,
but
I
am
pleased
and
a
little
proud
at
how
well
you
seem
to
be
coping
after
everything
that
happened
at
the
Ministry
.
Permit
me
to
say
that
I
think
Sirius
would
have
been
proud
of
you
.
"
Harry
swallowed
;
his
voice
seemed
to
have
deserted
him
.
He
did
not
think
he
could
stand
to
discuss
Sirius
;
it
had
been
painful
enough
to
hear
Uncle
Vernon
say
"
His
godfather
's
dead
?
"
and
even
worse
to
hear
Sirius
's
name
thrown
out
casually
by
Slughorn
.
"
It
was
cruel
,
"
said
Dumbledore
softly
,
"
that
you
and
Sirius
had
such
a
short
time
together
.
A
brutal
ending
to
what
should
have
been
a
long
and
happy
relationship
.
"
Harry
nodded
,
his
eyes
fixed
resolutely
on
the
spider
now
climbing
Dumbledore
's
hat
.
He
could
tell
that
Dumbledore
understood
,
that
he
might
even
suspect
that
until
his
letter
arrived
,
Harry
had
spent
nearly
all
his
time
at
the
Dursleys
'
lying
on
his
bed
,
refusing
meals
,
and
staring
at
the
misted
window
,
full
of
the
chill
emptiness
that
he
had
come
to
associate
with
dementors
.
"
It
's
just
hard
,
"
Harry
said
finally
,
in
a
low
voice
,
"
to
realize
he
wo
n't
write
to
me
again
.
"
His
eyes
burned
suddenly
and
he
blinked
.
He
felt
stupid
for
admitting
it
,
but
the
fact
that
he
had
had
someone
outside
Hogwarts
who
cared
what
happened
to
him
,
almost
like
a
parent
,
had
been
one
of
the
best
things
about
discovering
his
godfather
...
and
now
the
post
owls
would
never
bring
him
that
comfort
again
...
