Failure Means A Stripping Away Of The

Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

Ah" Said Dumbledore Gently, "yes I Thought We Might Hit That Little Snag!" "snag?" Said Fudge, His Voice Still Vibrating With Joy. "i See No Snag, Dumbledore!" "well," Said Dumbledore Apologetically, "i'm Afraid I Do." "oh, Really?" "well It's Just That You Seem To Be Labouring Under The Delusion That I Am Going To -- Come Quietly. I Am Afraid I Am Not Going To Come Quietly At All, Cornelius. I Have Absolutely No Intention Of Being Sent To Azkaban. I Could Break Out, Of Course -- But What A Waste Of Time, And Frankly, I Can Think Of A Whole Host Of Things I Would Rather Be Doing.

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.

Hope Springs Forever.

Only One Thing Mattered: This Was Not A Horcrux. Dumbledore Had Weakened Himself By Drinking That Horrible Potion For Nothing. Harry Crumpled The Parchment In His Hand And His Eyes Burned With Tears As Behind Him Fang Began To Howl.