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The Sky Outside The Window Was Changing Rapidly From Deep, Velvety Blue To Cold, Steely Gray And Then, Slowly, To Pink Shot With Gold.

Longbottom, If Brains Were Gold, You'd Be Poorer Than Weasley, And That's Saying Something.

Ginny Came In To Visit While You Were Unconscious", He Said, After A Long Pause, And Harry's Imagination Zoomed Into Overdrive, Rapidly Constructing A Scene In Which Ginny, Weeking Over His Lifeless Form, Confessed Her Feelings Of Deep Attraction To Him While Ron Gave Them His Blessing.

And Now A Chill Settled Over Them Where They Stood, And Harry Heard The Rasping Breath Of The Dementors That Patrolled The Outer Trees. They Would Not Affect Him Now. The Fact Of His Own Survival Burned Inside Him, A Talisman Against Them, As Though His Father's Stag Kept Guardian In His Heart.