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'
You
have
all
used
a
Portkey
before
?
'
asked
Dumbledore
,
and
they
nodded
,
each
reaching
out
to
touch
some
part
of
the
blackened
kettle
.
'
Good
.
On
the
count
of
three
,
then
...
one
...
two
...
'
It
happened
in
a
fraction
of
a
second
:
in
the
infinitesimal
pause
before
Dumbledore
said
'
three
'
,
Harry
looked
up
at
him
--
they
were
very
close
together
--
and
Dumbledore
's
clear
blue
gaze
moved
from
the
Portkey
to
Harry
's
face
.
At
once
,
Harry
's
scar
burned
white-hot
,
as
though
the
old
wound
had
burst
open
again
--
and
unbidden
,
unwanted
,
but
terrifyingly
strong
,
there
rose
within
Harry
a
hatred
so
powerful
he
felt
,
for
that
instant
,
he
would
like
nothing
better
than
to
strike
--
to
bite
--
to
sink
his
fangs
into
the
man
before
him
--
'
...
three
.
'
Harry
felt
a
powerful
jerk
behind
his
navel
,
the
ground
vanished
from
beneath
his
feet
,
his
hand
was
glued
to
the
kettle
;
he
was
banging
into
the
others
as
they
all
sped
forwards
in
a
swirl
of
colours
and
a
rush
of
wind
,
the
kettle
pulling
them
onwards
...
until
his
feet
hit
the
ground
so
hard
his
knees
buckled
,
the
kettle
clattered
to
the
ground
,
and
somewhere
close
at
hand
a
voice
said
:
'
Back
again
,
the
blood-traitor
brats
.
Is
it
true
their
father
's
dying
?
'
'
OUT
!
'
roared
a
second
voice
.
Harry
scrambled
to
his
feet
and
looked
around
;
they
had
arrived
in
the
gloomy
basement
kitchen
of
number
twelve
,
Grimmauld
Place
.
The
only
sources
of
light
were
the
fire
and
one
guttering
candle
,
which
illuminated
the
remains
of
a
solitary
supper
.
Kreacher
was
disappearing
through
the
door
to
the
hall
,
looking
back
at
them
malevolently
as
he
hitched
up
his
loincloth
;
Sirius
was
hurrying
towards
them
all
,
looking
anxious
.
He
was
unshaven
and
still
in
his
day
clothes
;
there
was
also
a
slightly
Mundungus-like
whiff
of
stale
drink
about
him
.
'
What
's
going
on
?
'
he
said
,
stretching
out
a
hand
to
help
Ginny
up
.
'
Thineas
Nigellus
said
Arthur
's
been
badly
injured
--
'
'
Ask
Harry
,
'
said
Fred
.
