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"I don't think so," said Dumbledore quietly, peering behind an overstuffed armchair lying on its side.
"You will, will you?"
"Won't, won't, won’t, WON'T!"
----ISSUED ON BEHALF OF----
His smirk widened. Crabbe and Goyle leered.
The woman named Narcissa gained the top of the bank, where a line of old railings separated the river from a narrow, cobbled street. The other woman, Bella, followed at once. Side by side they stood looking across the road at the rows and rows of dilapidated brick houses, their windows dull and blind in the darkness.
Harry had the impression that Hermione had been dying to tell them this for days, but that she had restrained herself in light of everything else that had happened.
"It wasn't your fault. Harry," Mrs. Weasley whispered.
"Karkaroff did not steer," said a gruff voice. "He stayed in his cabin and let us do the vork."
"Professor, what happened to your — ?"
"But what use have you been?" sneered Bellatrix. "What useful information have we had from you?"
"Back? When you say 'back'... he's alive? I mean--"
"Hello, Professor," she said. " Wotcher, Harry."
"But how are you going to find out if I'm allowed to own it?"
"I was Head of Slytherin," said Slughorn. "Oh, now," he went on quickly, seeing the expression on Harry's face and wagging a stubby ringer at him, "don't go holding that against me! You'll be Gryffindor like her, I suppose? Yes, it usually goes in families. Not always, though. Ever heard of Sirius Black? You must have done — been in the papers for the last couple of years — died a few weeks ago —"
But then, with a very faint pop, a slim, hooded figure appeared out of thin air on the edge of the river. The fox froze, wary eyes fixed upon this strange new phenomenon. The figure seemed to take its bearings for a few moments, then set off with light, quick strides, its long cloak rustling over the grass.
"Well, yes, it is true that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has never sought a fight with Dumbledore," he muttered grudgingly. "And I suppose one could argue that as I have not joined the Death Kilters, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can hardly count me a friend . . . in which case, I might well be safer a little closer to Albus. . . . I cannot pretend that Amelia Bones's death did not shake me. . . . If she, with all her Ministry contacts and protection . . .";