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Harry had such a bad case of Twitchy Ears, he had to hold his hands clamped over them as he walked away from the class.
"What if they catch you? What if you're seen?"
"And helped him do it," murmured Moody.
The house-elves gave them a very cheery welcome, bowing and curtsying and bustling around making tea again. Dobby was ecstatic about his present.
Ron, however, was frowning at the chocolate Hagrid had given him. He looked thoroughly put out about something.
"So you think . . . that dream . . . did it really happen?"
He was sitting right next to Albus Dumbledore.
Frowning slightly, he prodded the thoughts within the basin with the tip of his wand.
"No," said Dumbledore, his voice full of a bitterness Harry had never heard there before.
"Didn't sound like that," said Ron.
"He gave his own son to the dementors?" asked Harry quietly.
"They are insane. They are both in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I believe Neville visits them, with his grandmother, during the holidays.
Harry had left the owl's back... he was watching, now, as it fluttered across the room, into a chair with its back to him. . . . There were two dark shapes on the floor beside the chair . . . both of them were stirring. . . .
Harry Potter's Secret Heartache A boy like no other, perhaps - yet a boy suffering all the usual pangs of adolescence, writes Rita Skeeter. Deprived of love since the tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter thought he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss.
the one he himself had pulled out of the Sorting Hat in his second year. The sword had once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, founder of Harry's House. He was gazing at it, remembering how it had come to his aid when he had thought all hope was lost, when he noticed a patch of silvery light, dancing and shimmering on the glass case. He looked around for the source of the light and saw a sliver of silver-white shining brightly from within a black cabinet behind him, whose door had not been closed properly. Harry hesitated, glanced at Fawkes, then got up, walked across the office, and pulled open the cabinet door.