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'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 -?'

'Yes,' said Harry, shaking so violently he could not hold his head up properly. 'Yeah, I'm - where's Voldemort, where - who are all these - what's -

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.

'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 -?'

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

He walked away from the pool to the place where the golden wizard's head lay on the floor. He pointed his wand at it and muttered, 'Portus.' The head glowed blue and trembled noisily against the wooden floor for a few seconds, then became still once more.

'If you proceed downstairs into the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius,' said Dumbledore - apparently satisfied that Harry was all right, and walking forwards so that the newcomers realised he was there for the first time (a few of them raised their wands; others simply looked amazed; the statues of the elf and goblin applauded and Fudge jumped so much that his slipper-clad feet left the floor) - 'you will find several escaped Death Eaters contained in the Death Chamber, bound by an Anti-Disapparation Jinx and awaiting your decision as to what to do with them.'

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

And I'll see Sirius again:

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.

His voice faltered as Dumbledore surveyed him magisterially over his half-moon spectacles.

'Yes,' said Harry, shaking so violently he could not hold his head up properly. 'Yeah, I'm - where's Voldemort, where - who are all these - what's -

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

'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.'

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

'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 -?'

He walked away from the pool to the place where the golden wizard's head lay on the floor. He pointed his wand at it and muttered, 'Portus.' The head glowed blue and trembled noisily against the wooden floor for a few seconds, then became still once more.

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.

And as Harry's heart filled with emotion, the creature's coils loosened, the pain was gone; Harry was lying face down on the floor, his glasses gone, shivering as though he lay upon ice, not wood:

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

He walked away from the pool to the place where the golden wizard's head lay on the floor. He pointed his wand at it and muttered, 'Portus.' The head glowed blue and trembled noisily against the wooden floor for a few seconds, then became still once more.

'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.

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