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"And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm?"
"My information has been conveyed directly to the Dark Lord," said Snape. "If he chooses not to share it with you —"
"He . . . lately, we ... I am asking you, Snape!"
Weasley held him to her. His mother s face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.
Harry said nothing.
----ISSUED ON BEHALF OF----
"Now . . . you came to ask me for help, Narcissa?"
"It is a long time since my last visit," said Dumbledore, peering down his crooked nose at Uncle Vernon. "I must say, your agapanthus are flourishing."
"Who's there?" said a nervous voice he recognized as Mrs. Weasley's. "Declare yourself!"
The Prime Minister did not know what to say to this, but a persistent habit of wishing to appear well-informed on any subject that came up made him cast around for any details he could remember of their previous conversations.
"Is it to do with Voldemort?"
"If I'm having lessons with you, I won't have to do Occlumency lessons with Snape, will I?"
"But he won't succeed!" sobbed Narcissa. "How can he, when the Dark Lord himself— ?"
With a second and louder pop, another hooded figure materialized.
"Ingenious," said Dumbledore. "But it sounds a rather tiring existence for a broken-down old buffer in search of a quiet life. Now, if you were to return to Hogwarts —"
"You can keep using it as headquarters," said Harry. "I don't care. You can have it, I don't really want it." Harry never wanted to set foot in number twelve, Grimmauld Place again if he could help it. He thought he would be haunted forever by the memory of Sirius prowling its dark musty rooms alone, imprisoned within the place he had wanted so desperately to leave.。