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Fudge wheeled around and stared at Harry, who was still standing against the wall beside the fallen statue that had guarded him during Dumbledore and Voldemort's duel.

'Are you all right, Harry?'

'I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too - in the Ministry of Magic - great heavens above - it doesn't seem possible - my word - how can this be -?'

'Are you all right, Harry?'

'I - don't - well - ' blustered Fudge, looking around as though hoping somebody was going to tell him what to do. When nobody did, he said, 'Very well - Dawlish Go down to the Department of Mysteries and see: Dumbledore, you - you will need to tell me exactly - the Fountain of Magical Brethren - what happened?' he added in a kind of whimper, staring around at the floor, where the remains of the statues of the witch, wizard and centaur now lay scattered.

The Atrium was full of people; the floor was reflecting the emerald green flames that had burst into life in all the fireplaces along one wall; and streams of witches and wizards were emerging from them. As Dumbledore pulled him back to his feet, Harry saw the tiny gold statues of the house-elf and the goblin, leading a stunned-looking Cornelius Fudge forward.

'I - you - '

'Dumbledore' gasped Fudge, beside himself with amazement. 'You-here-I-I - '

'Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men - and win, again'

The Atrium was full of people; the floor was reflecting the emerald green flames that had burst into life in all the fireplaces along one wall; and streams of witches and wizards were emerging from them. As Dumbledore pulled him back to his feet, Harry saw the tiny gold statues of the house-elf and the goblin, leading a stunned-looking Cornelius Fudge forward.

'I shall explain everything,' repeated Dumbledore, 'when Harry is back at school.'

'He - here?' said Fudge, goggling at Harry. 'Why - what's all this about?'

'Are you all right, Harry?'

'Harry - Harry Potter?'

'I - you - '

Let the pain stop, thought Harry: let him kill us: end it, Dumbledore: death is nothing compared to this:

'He - here?' said Fudge, goggling at Harry. 'Why - what's all this about?'

'We can discuss that after I have sent Harry back to Hogwarts,' said Dumbledore.

'Now see here, Dumbledore You can't do things like that right in front of the Minister for Magic, you - you - '

'I shall explain everything,' repeated Dumbledore, 'when Harry is back at school.'

'Harry - Harry Potter?'

And there were voices echoing through the hall, more voices than there should have been: Harry opened his eyes, saw his glasses lying by the heel of the headless statue that had been guarding him, but which now lay flat on its back, cracked and immobile. He put them on and raised his head a little to find Dumbledore's crooked nose inches from his own.

'Dumbledore' gasped Fudge, beside himself with amazement. 'You-here-I-I - '

Fudge wheeled around and stared at Harry, who was still standing against the wall beside the fallen statue that had guarded him during Dumbledore and Voldemort's duel.

And I'll see Sirius again:

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