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　　　〃It　wasn't　your　fault。　Harry；〃　Mrs。　Weasley　whispered。
　　　〃I　told　him　to　take　the　cup　with　me；〃　said　Harry。
　　　Now　the　burning　feeling　was　in　his　throat　too。　He　wished　Ron　would　look　away。
　　　Mrs。　Weasley　set　the　potion　down　on　the　bedside　cabinet；　bent　down；　and　put　her　arms　around　Harry。　He　had　no　memory　of　ever　being　hugged　like　this；　as　though　by　a　mother。　The　full　weight　of　everything　he　had　seen　that　night　seemed　to　fall　in　upon　him　as　Mrs。　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。
　　　There　was　a　loud　slamming　noise；　and　Mrs。　Weasley　and　Harry　broke　apart。　Hermione　was　standing　by　the　window。　She　was　holding　something　tight　in　her　hand。
　　　〃Sorry；〃　she　whispered。
　　　〃Your　potion；　Harry；〃　said　Mrs。　Weasley　quickly；　wiping　her　eyes　on　the　back　of　her　hand。
　　　Harry　drank　it　in　one　gulp。　The　effect　was　instantaneous。　Heavy；　irresistible　waves　of　dreamless　sleep　broke　over　him；　he　fell　back　onto　his　pillows　and　thought　no　more。
　　　
　　　
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　　　When　he　looked　back；　even　a　month　later；　Harry　found　he　had　only　scattered　memories　of　the　next　few　days。　It　was　as　though　he　had　been　through　too　much　to　take　in　any　more。　The　recollections　he　did　have　were　very　painful。　The　worst；　perhaps；　was　the　meeting　with　the　Diggorys　that　took　place　the　following　morning。
　　　They　did　not　blame　him　for　what　had　happened；　on　the　contrary；　both　thanked　him　for　returning　Cedric's　body　to　them。　Mr。　Diggory　sobbed　through　most　of　the　interview。　Mrs。　Diggory's　grief　seemed　to　be　beyond　tears。
　　　〃He　suffered　very　little　then；〃　she　said；　when　Harry　had　told　her　how　Cedric　had　died。　〃And　after　all；　Amos　。。。he　died　just　when　he'd　won　the　tournament。　He　must　have　been　happy。〃
　　　When　they　got　to　their　feet；　she　looked　down　at　Harry　and　said；　〃You　look　after　yourself；　now。〃
　　　Harry　seized　the　sack　of　gold　on　the　bedside　table。
　　　〃You　take　this；〃　he　muttered　to　her。　〃It　should've　been　Cedric's；　he　got　there　first；　you　take　it…〃
　　　But　she　backed　away　from　him。
　　　〃Oh　no；　it's　yours；　dear；　I　couldn't。。。　you　keep　it。〃
　　　
　　　Harry　returned　to　Gryffindor　Tower　the　following　evening。　From　what　Hermione　and　Ron　told　him；　Dumbledore　had　spoken　to　the　school　that　morning　at　breakfast。　He　had　merely　requested　that　they　leave　Harry　alone；　that　nobody　ask　him　questions　or　badger　him　to　tell　the　story　of　what　had　happened　in　the　maze。　Most　people；　he　noticed；　were　skirting　him　in　the　corridors；　avoiding　his　eyes。　Some　whispered　behind　their　hands　as　he　passed。　He　guessed　that　many　of　them　had　believed　Rita　Skeeter's　article　about　how　disturbed　and　possibly　dangerous　he　was。　Perhaps　they　were　formulating　their　own　theories　about　how　Cedric　had　died。　He　found　he　didn't　care　very　much。　He　liked　it　best　when　he　was　with　Ron　and　Hermione　and　they　were　talking　about　other　things；　or　else　letting　him　sit　in　silence　while　they　played　chess。　He　felt　as　though　all　three　of　them　had　reached　an　understanding　they　didn't　need　to　put　into　words；　that　each　was　waiting　for　some　sign；　some　word；　of　what　was　going　on　outside　Hogwarts…and　that　it　was　useless　to　speculate　about　what　might　be　ing　until　they　knew　anything　for　certain。　The　only　time　they　touched　upon　the　subject　was　when　Ron　told　Harry　about　a　meeting　Mrs。　Weasley　had　had　with　Dumbledore　before　going　home。
　　　〃She　went　to　ask　him　if　you　could　e　straight　to　us　this　summer；〃　he　said。　〃But　he　wants　you　to　go　back　to　the　Dursleys；　at　least　at　first。〃
　　　〃Why？〃　said　Harry。
　　　〃She　said　Dumbledore's　got　his　reasons；〃　said　Ron；　shaking　his　head　darkly。　〃I　suppose　we've　got　to　trust　him；　haven't　we？〃
　　　The　only　person　apart　from　Ron　and　Hermione　that　Harry　felt　able　to　talk　to　was　Hagrid。　As　there　was　no　longer　a　Defense　Against　the　Dark　Arts　teacher；　they　had　those　lessons　free。　They　used　the　one　on　Thursday　afternoon　to　go　down　and　visit　Hagrid　in　his　cabin。　It　was　a　bright　and　sunny　day；　Fang　bounded　out　of　the　open　door　as　they　approached；　barking　and　wagging　his　tail　madly。
　　　〃Who's　that？〃　called　Hagrid；　ing　to　the　door。　〃Harry！〃
　　　He　strode　out　to　meet　them；　pulled　Harry　into　a　one…armed　hug；　ruffled　his　hair；　and　said；　〃Good　ter　see　yeh；　mate。　Good　ter　see　yeh。〃
　　　They　saw　two　bucket…size　cups　and　saucers　on　the　wooden　table　in　front　of　the　fireplace　when　they　entered　Hagrid's　cabin。
　　　〃Bin　havin'　a　cuppa　with　Olympe；〃　Hagrid　said。　〃She's　jus'　left。〃
　　　〃Who？〃　said　Ron　curiously。
　　　〃Madame　Maxime；　o'　course！〃　said　Hagrid。
　　　〃You　two　made　up；　have　you？〃　said　Ron。
　　　〃Dunno　what　yeh're　talkin'　about；〃　said　Hagrid　airily；　fetching　more　cups　from　the　dresser。　When　he　had　made　tea　and　offered　around　a　plate　of　doughy　cookies；　he　leaned　back　in　his　chair　and　surveyed　Harry　closely　through　his　beetle…black　eyes。
　　　〃You　all　righ'？〃　he　said　gruffly
　　　〃Yeah；〃　said　Harry。
　　　〃No；　yeh're　not；〃　said　Hagrid。　〃Course　yeh're　not。　But　yeh　will　be。〃
　　　Harry　said　nothing。
　　　〃Knew　he　was　goin'　ter　e　back；〃　said　Hagrid；　and　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　looked　up　at　him；　shocked。　〃Known　it　fer　years。　Harry。　Knew　he　was　out　there；　bidin'　his　time。　It　had　ter　happen。　Well；　now　it　has；　an'　we'll　jus'　have　ter　get　on　with　it。　We'll　fight。　Migh'　be　able　ter　stop　him　before　he　gets　a　good　hold。　That's　Dumbledores　plan；　anyway。　Great　man；　Dumbledore。　'S　long　as　we've　got　him；　I'm　not　too　worried。〃
　　　Hagrid　raised　his　bushy　eyebrows　at　the　disbelieving　expressions　on　their　faces。
　　　〃No　good　sittin'　worryin'　abou'　it；〃　he　said。　〃What's　in'　will　e；　an　we'll　meet　it　when　it　does。　Dumbledore　told　me　wha'　you　did。　Harry。〃
　　　Hagrid's　chest　swelled　as　he　looked　at　Harry。
　　　〃Yeh　did　as　much　as　yer　father　would've　done；　an'　I　can'　give　yeh　no　higher　praise　than　that。〃
　　　Harry　smiled　back　at　him。　It　was　the　first　time　he'd　smiled　in　days。　〃What's　Dumbledore　asked　you　to　do；　Hagrid？〃　he　asked。　〃He　sent　Professor　McGonagall　to　ask　you　and　Madame　Maxime　to　meet　him…that　night。〃
　　　〃Got　a　little　job　fer　me　over　the　summer；〃　said　Hagrid。　〃Secret；　though。　I'm　not　s'pposed　ter　talk　abou'　it；　no；　not　even　ter　you　lot。　Olympe…Madame　Maxime　ter　you…might　be　in'　with　me。　I　think　she　will。　Think　I　got　her　persuaded。〃
　　　〃Is　it　to　do　with　Voldemort？〃
　　　Hagrid　flinched　at　the　sound　of　the　name。
　　　〃Migh'　be；〃　he　said　evasively。　〃Now。。。　who'd　like　ter　e　an'　visit　the　las'　skrewt　with　me？　I　was　jokin'…jokin'！〃　he　added　hastily；　seeing　the　looks　on　their　faces。
　　　
　　　It　was　with　a　heavy　heart　that　Harry　packed　his　trunk　up　in　the　dormitory　on　the　night　before　his　return　to　Privet　Drive。　He　was　dreading　the　Leaving　Feast；　which　was　usually　a　cause　for　celebration；　when　the　winner　of　the　Inter…House　Championship　would　be　announced。　He　had　avoided　being　in　the　Great　Hall　when　it　was　full　ever　since　he　had　left　the　hospital　wing；　preferring　to　eat　when　it　was　nearly　empty　to　avoid　the　stares　of　his　fellow　students。
　　　When　he；　Ron；　and　Hermione　entered　the　Hall；　they　saw　at　once　that　the　usual　decorations　were　missing。　The　Great　Hall　was　normally　decorated　with　the　winning　House's　colors　for　the　Leaving　Feast。　Tonight；　however；　there　were　black　drapes　on　the　wall　behind　the　teachers'　table。　Harry　knew　instantly　that　they　were　there　as　a　mark　of　respect　to　Cedric。
　　　The　real　Mad…Eye　Moody　was　at　the　staff　table　now；　his　wooden　leg　and　his　magical　eye　back　in　place。　He　was　extremely　twitchy；　jumping　every　time　someone　spoke　to　him。　Harry　couldn't　blame　him；　Moodys　fear　of　attack　was　bound　to　have　been　increased　by　his　ten…month　imprisonment　in　his　own　trunk。　Professor　Karkaroff　s　chair　was　empty。　Harry　wondered；　as　he　sat　down　with　the　other　Gryffindors；　where　Karkaroff　was　now；　and　whether　Voldemort　had　caught　up　with　him。
　　　Madame　Maxime　was　still　there。　She　was　sitting　next　to　Hagrid。　They　were　talking　quietly　together。　Further　along　the　table；　sitting　next　to　Professor　McGonagall；　was　Snape。　His　eyes　lingered　on　Harry　for　a　moment　as　Harry　looked　at　him。　His　expression　was　difficult　to　read。　He　looked　as　sour　and　unpleasant　as　ever。　Harry　continued　to　watch　him；　long　after　Snape　had　looked　away。
　　　What　was　it　that　Snape　had　done　on　Dumbledores　orders；　the　night　that　Voldemort　had　returned？　And　why。。。　why。。。　was　Dumbledore　so　convinced　that　Snape　was　truly　on　their　side？　He　had　been　their　spy；　Dumbledore　had　said　so　in　the　Pensieve。　Snape　had　turned　spy　against　Voldemort；　〃at　great　personal　risk。〃　Was　that　the　job　he　had　taken　up　again？　Had　he　made　contact　with　the　Death　Eaters；　perhaps？　Pretended　that　he　had　never　really　gone　over　to　Dumbledore；　that　he　had　been；　like　Voldemort　himself；　biding　his　time？
　　　Harry's　musings　were　ended　by　Professor　Dumbledore；　who　stood　up　at　the　staff　table。　The　Great　Hall；　which　in　any　case　had　been　less　noisy　than　it　usually　was　at　the　Leaving　Feast；　became　very　quiet。
　　　〃The　end；〃　said　Dumbledore；　looking　around　at　them　all；　〃of　another　year。〃
　　　He　paused；　and　his　eyes　fell　upon　the　Hufflepuff　table。　Theirs　had　been　the　most　subdued　table　before　he　had　gotten　to　his　feet；　and　theirs　were　still　the　saddest　and　palest　faces　in　the