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Harry blinked and looked around. Of course: He was in the hospital wing. The sky outside was indigo streaked with crimson. The match must have finished hours ago ... as had any hope of cornering Malfoy. Harry's head felt strangely heavy; he raised a hand and felt a stiff turban of bandages.
"You don't want to get hold of him, he's the size of a troll," said
"No one from the Order writes to me anymore," said Harry, "not since Sirius —“ He saw that her eyes had filled with tears.
Harry did not answer. The thought of that little golden bottle had hovered on the edges of his imagination for some time; vague and unformulated plans that involved Ginny splitting up with Dean, and Ron somehow being happy to see her with a new boyfriend, had been fermenting in the depths of his brain, unacknowledged except during dreams or the twilight time between sleeping and waking. . . .
"Oh, stop that," Ron begged her, "I feel sick enough as it is — quick, hide me!"
"No, nothing," said Dumbledore, and a great sadness filled his face. "The time is long gone when I could frighten you with a burning wardrobe and force you to make repayment for your crimes. But I wish I could, Tom. ... I wish I could. . . ."
"No," said Harry confidently. "I'm going to Hagrid's, I've got a good feeling about going to Hagrid's."
'Why will she be in there?' asked Ron anxiously, hurrying to keep up.
"Please close the door and sit down, Harry," said Dumbledore, sounding rather tired.
"Hagrid," he said, in a deep, grave voice. "So very sorry to hear of your loss."
"Oh yes," said Voldemort quietly. "Yes, I'm very well. ..."
"Well then, I dunno," said Ron.
"I know what you are known as," said Dumbledore, smiling, pleasantly. "But to me, I'm afraid, you will always be Tom Riddle. It is one of the irritating things about old teachers. I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges' youthful beginnings."
They shook their heads.
Harry scrutinised him suspiciously.
The three of them stepped out into the back garden. The moon was glistening palely through the trees now, and its rays mingled with the light spilling from Hagrid's window to illuminate Aragogs body lying on the edge of a massive pit beside a ten-foot- high mound of freshly dug earth.;