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be silly, Molly," said Tonks at once. "How's George?" asked Lupin.
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"He's lost –" But the end of Mrs. Weasley's sentence was drowned in
a general outcry. A thestral had just soared into sight and landed a
few feet from them. Bill and Fleur slid from its back, windswept but
unhurt. "Bill! Thank God, thank God –" Mrs. Weasley ran forward,
but the hug Bill bestowed upon her was perfunctory. Looking directly at
his father, he said, "Mad-Eye's dead." Nobody spoke, nobody moved.
Harry felt as though something inside him was falling, falling through
the earth, leaving him forever. "We saw it," said Bill; Fleur
nodded, tear tracks glittering on her cheeks in the light from the
kitchen window. "It happened just after we broke out of the circle:
Mad-Eye and Dung were close by us, they were heading north too.
Voldemort – he can fly – went straight for them. Dung panicked, I heard
him cry out, Mad-Eye tried to stop him, but he Disapparated.
Voldemort's curse hit Mad-Eye full in the face, he fell backward off
his broom and – there was nothing we could do, nothing, we had half a
dozen of them on our own tail –" Bill's voice broke. "Of course you
couldn't have done anything," said Lupin. They all stood looking at
each other. Harry could not quite comprehend it. Mad-Eye dead; it
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so tough, so brave, the consummate survivor . . . At last it
seemed to dawn on everyone, though nobody said it, that there was no
point of waiting in the yard anymore, and in silence they followed
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the living room, where Fred and George were laughing together.
"What's wrong?" said Fred, scanning their faces as they entered,
"What's happened? Who's --?" "Mad-Eye," said Mr. Weasley, "Dead."
The twins' grins turned to grimaces of shock. Nobody seemed to know
what to do. Tonks was crying silently into a handkerchief: She had been
close to Mad-Eye, Harry knew, his favorite and his protégée at the
Ministry of Magic. Hagrid, who had sat down on the floor in the corner
where he had most space, was dabbing at his eyes with his
tablecloth-sized handkerchief. Bill walked over to the sideboard
and pulled out a bottle of fire-whisky and some glasses. "Here,"
he said, and with a wave of his wand, eh sent twelve full glasses
soaring through the room to each of them, holding the thirteenth aloft.
"Mad-Eye." "Mad-Eye," they all said, and drank. "Mad-Eye,"
echoed Hagrid, a lit nike air max turbulence tle late, with a hiccup.
The firewhisky seared Harry's throat. It seemed to burn feeling back
into him, dispelling the numbness and sense of unreality firing him with
something that was like courage. "So Mundungus disappeared?" said
Lupin, wh nike air max women
o had drained his own glass in one. The atmosphere changed at
once. Everybody looked nike air max 2003 tense, watching Lupin, both
wanting him to go on, it seemed to Harry, and slightly afraid of what
they might hear. "I know what you're thinking," said Bill, "and I
wondered that too, on the way back here, because they seemed to be
expecting us, didn't they? But Mundungus can't have betrayed us. They
didn't know there would be seven Harrys, that confused them the
moment we appeared, and in case you've forgotten, it was Mundungus who
suggested that little bit of skullduggery. Why wouldn't he have told
them the essential point? I think Dung panicked, it's as simple as
that. He didn't want to come in the first place, but Mad-Eye made him,
and You-Know-Who went straight for them. It was enough to make anyone
panic." "You-Know-Who acted exactly as Mad-Eye expected him to,"
sniffed Tonks. "Mad-Eye said he'd expect the real Harry to be with the
toughest, most skilled Aurors. He chased Mad-Eye first, and when
Mundungus gave them away he switched to Kingsley. . . . " "Yes,
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outsider. It is ze only explanation for zem knowing ze date but not ze
'ole plan." She glared around at them all, tear tracks still etched
on her beautiful face, silently daring any of them to contradict her.
Nobody did. The only sound to break the silence was that of Hagrid
hiccupping from behind his handkerchief. Harry glanced at Hagrid, who
had just risked his own life to save Harry's – Hagrid, whom he loved,
whom he trusted, who had once been tricked into giving Voldemort
crucial information in exchange for a dragon's egg. . . . "No,"
Harry said aloud, and they all looked at him, surprised: The firewhisky
seemed to have amplified his voice. "I mean . . . if somebody made a
mistake," Harry went on, "and let something slip, I know they didn't
mean to do it. It's not their fault," he repeated, again a little
louder than he would usually have spoken. "We've got to trust each
other. I trust all of you, I don't think anyone in this room would ever
sell me to Voldemort." More silence followed his words. They were
all looking at him; Harry felt a little hot again, and drank some more
firewhisky for something to do. As he drank, he thought of Mad-Eye.
Mad-Eye had always been scathing about Dumbledore's willingness to
trust people. "Well said, Harry," said Fred unexpectedly. "Year,
'ear, 'ear," said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of
whose mouth twitched. Lupin was wearing an odd expression as he
looked at Harry. It was close to pitying. "You think I'm a fool?"
demanded Harry. "No, I think you're like James," said Lupin, "who
would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his
friends." Harry knew what Lupin was getting at: that his father had
been betrayed by his friend Peter Pettigrew. He felt irrationally
angry. He wanted to argue, but Lupin had turned away from him, set down
his glass upon a side table, and addressed Bill, "There's work to do. I
can ask Kingsley whether –" "No," said Bill at once, "I'll do it,
I'll come." "Where are you going?" said Tonks and Fleur together.
"Mad-Eye's body," said Lupin. "We need to recover it." "Can't it -- ?"
began Mrs. Weasley with an appealing look at Bill. "Wait?" said Bill,
"Not unless you'd rather the Death Eaters took it?" Nobody spoke.
Lupin and Bill said good bye and left. The rest of them now dropped
into chairs, all except for Harry, who remained standing. The
suddenness and completeness of death was with them like a presence.
"I've got to go too," said Harry. Ten pairs of startled eyes looked at
him. "Don't be si nike air max turnaround lly, Harry," said Mrs.
Weasley, "What are you talking about?" "I can't stay here." He
rubbed his forehead; it was prickling again, he had not hurt like this
for more than a year. "You're all in danger while I'm here. I don't
want –" "But don't be so silly!" said Mrs. Weasley. "The whole
point of tonight was to get you here safely, and thank goodness it
worked. And Fleur's agreed to get married here rather than in France,
we've arranged everything so that we can all stay together and look
after you –" She did not understand; she was making him feel worse,
not better. "If Voldemort finds out I'm here –" "But why should he?"
asked Mrs. Weasley. "There are a dozen places you might be now,
Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "He's got no way of knowing which safe house
you're in." "It's not me I'm worried for!" said Harry. "We know
that," said Mr. Weasley quietly, but it would make our efforts tonight
seem rather pointless if you left." "Yer not goin' anywhere,"
growled Hagrid. "Blimey, Harry, after all we wen' through ter get you
here?" "Yeah, what about my bleeding ear?" said George, hoisting
himself up on his cushions. "I know that –" "Mad-Eye wouldn't want
–" "I KNOW!" Harry bellowed. He felt beleaguered and blackmail
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had done for him, didn't they understand that it was for precisely that
reason that he wanted to go now, before they had to suffer any more on
his behalf? There was a long and awkward silence in which his scar
continued to prickle and throb, and which was broken at last by Mrs.
Weasley. "Where's Hedwig, Harry?" she said coaxingly. "We can put
her up with Pidwidgeon and give her something to eat." His insides
clenched like a fist. He could not tell her the truth. He drank the
last of his firewhisky to avoid answering. "Wait till it gets out
yeh did it again, Harry," said Hagrid. "Escaped him, fought him off
when he was right on top of yeh!" "It wasn't me," said Harry
flatly. "It was my wand. My wand acted of its own accord." After a
few moments, Hermione said gently, "But that's impossible, nike air
max womens Harry. You mean that you did magic without meaning to; you
reacted instinctively." "No," said Harry. "The bike was falling, I
couldn't have told you where Voldemort was, but my wand spun in my hand
and found him and shot a spell at him, and it wasn't even a spell I
recognized. I've never made gold flames appear before." "Often,"
said Mr. Weasley, "when you're in a pressured situation you can produce
magic you never dreamed of. Small children often find, before they're
trained –" "It wasn't like that," said Harry through gritted teeth.
His scar was burning. He felt angry and frustrated; he hated the idea
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imagining him to have power to match Voldemort's. No one said
anything. He knew that they did not believe him. Now that he came to
think of it, he had never heard of a wand performing magic on its own
before. His scar seared with pain, it was
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