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Maniacal
laughter
was
ringing
in
his
ears
...
he
was
happier
than
he
had
been
in
a
very
long
time
...
jubilant
,
ecstatic
,
triumphant
...
a
wonderful
,
wonderful
thing
had
happened
...
'
Harry
?
HARRY
!
'
Someone
had
hit
him
around
the
face
.
The
insane
laughter
was
punctuated
with
a
cry
of
pain
.
The
happiness
was
draining
out
of
him
,
but
the
laughter
continued
...
He
opened
his
eyes
and
,
as
he
did
so
,
he
became
aware
that
the
wild
laughter
was
coming
out
of
his
own
mouth
.
The
moment
he
realised
this
,
it
died
away
;
Harry
lay
panting
on
the
floor
,
staring
up
at
the
ceiling
,
the
scar
on
his
forehead
throbbing
horribly
.
Ron
was
bending
over
him
,
looking
very
worried
.
'
What
happened
?
'
he
said
.
'
I.
.
.
dunno
...
'
Harry
gasped
,
sitting
up
again
.
'
He
's
really
happy
...
really
happy
...
'
'
You-Know-Who
is
?
'
'S
omething
good
's
happened
,
'
mumbled
Harry
.
He
was
shaking
as
badly
as
he
had
done
after
seeing
the
snake
attack
Mr.
Weasley
and
felt
very
sick
.
'S
omething
he
's
been
hoping
for
.
'
The
words
came
,
just
as
they
had
back
in
the
Gryffindor
changing
room
,
as
though
a
stranger
was
speaking
them
through
Harry
's
mouth
,
yet
he
knew
they
were
true
.
He
took
deep
breaths
,
willing
himself
not
to
vomit
all
over
Ron
.
He
was
very
glad
that
Dean
and
Seamus
were
not
here
to
watch
this
time
'
Hermione
told
me
to
come
and
check
on
you
,
'
said
Ron
in
a
low
voice
,
helping
Harry
to
his
feet
.
'S
he
says
your
defences
will
be
low
at
the
moment
,
after
Snape
's
been
fiddling
around
with
your
mind
...
still
,
I
suppose
it
'll
help
in
the
long
run
,
wo
n't
it
?
'
He
looked
doubtfully
at
Harry
as
he
helped
him
towards
his
bed
.
Harry
nodded
without
any
conviction
and
slumped
back
on
his
pillows
,
aching
all
over
from
having
fallen
to
the
floor
so
often
that
evening
,
his
scar
still
prickling
painfully
.
He
could
not
help
feeling
that
his
first
foray
into
Occlumency
had
weakened
his
mind
's
resistance
rather
than
strengthening
it
,
and
he
wondered
,
with
a
feeling
of
great
trepidation
,
what
had
happened
to
make
Lord
Voldemort
the
happiest
he
had
been
in
fourteen
years
.
