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He
put
the
bottle
down
a
little
harder
than
he
meant
to
,
and
it
slopped
over
on
to
the
table
.
No
one
took
any
notice
.
Then
a
burst
of
fire
in
midair
illuminated
the
dirty
plates
in
front
of
them
and
,
as
they
gave
cries
of
shock
,
a
scroll
of
parchment
fell
with
a
thud
on
to
the
table
,
accompanied
by
a
single
golden
phoenix
tail
feather
.
'
Fawkes
!
'
said
Sirius
at
once
,
snatching
up
the
parchment
.
'
That
's
not
Dumbledore
's
writing
--
it
must
be
a
message
from
your
mother
--
here
--
'
He
thrust
the
letter
into
George
's
hand
,
who
ripped
it
open
and
read
aloud
:
'D
ad
is
still
alive
.
I
am
setting
out
for
St.
Mungo
's
now
.
Stay
where
you
are
.
I
will
send
news
as
soon
as
I
can
.
Mum
.
'
George
looked
around
the
table
.
'S
till
alive
...
'
he
said
slowly
.
'
But
that
makes
it
sound
...
'
He
did
not
need
to
finish
the
sentence
.
It
sounded
to
Harry
,
too
,
as
though
Mr.
Weasley
was
hovering
somewhere
between
life
and
death
.
Still
exceptionally
pale
,
Ron
stared
at
the
back
of
his
mother
's
letter
as
though
it
might
speak
words
of
comfort
to
him
.
Fred
pulled
the
parchment
out
of
George
's
hands
and
read
it
for
himself
,
then
looked
up
at
Harry
,
who
felt
his
hand
shaking
on
his
Butterbeer
bottle
again
and
clenched
it
more
tightly
to
stop
the
trembling
.
If
Harry
had
ever
sat
through
a
longer
night
than
this
one
,
he
could
not
remember
it
.
Sirius
suggested
once
,
without
any
real
conviction
,
that
they
all
go
to
bed
,
but
the
Weasleys
'
looks
of
disgust
were
answer
enough
.
They
mostly
sat
in
silence
around
the
table
,
watching
the
candle
wick
sinking
lower
and
lower
into
liquid
wax
,
occasionally
raising
a
bottle
to
their
lips
,
speaking
only
to
check
the
time
,
to
wonder
aloud
what
was
happening
,
and
to
reassure
each
other
that
if
there
was
bad
news
,
they
would
know
straightaway
,
for
Mrs.
Weasley
must
long
since
have
arrived
at
St.
Mungo
's
.
Fred
fell
into
a
doze
,
his
head
lolling
sideways
on
to
his
shoulder
.
Ginny
was
curled
like
a
cat
on
her
chair
,
but
her
eyes
were
open
;
Harry
could
see
them
reflecting
the
firelight
.
Ron
was
sitting
with
his
head
in
his
hands
,
whether
awake
or
asleep
it
was
impossible
to
tell
.
Harry
and
Sirius
looked
at
each
other
every
so
often
,
intruders
upon
the
family
grief
,
waiting
...
waiting
...
