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Killed?" Said Hagrid Loudly, Staring Down At Harry. "snape Killed? What're Yeh On Abou', Harry?" "dumbledore," Said Harry. "snape Killed... Dumbledore.

Silence Fell Between The Four Of Them As They Looked Up At The Sky. There Was No Sign Of Movement, The Stars Stared Back, Unblinking, Indifferent, Unobscured By Flying Friends. Where Was Ron? Where Were Fred And Mr Weasley? Where Were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus?

I’ll Make Goyle Do Lines, It’ll Kill Him, He Hates Writing,” Said Ron Happily. He Lowered His Voice To Goyle’s Low Grunt And, Screwing Up His Face In A Look Of Pained Concentration, Mimed Writing In Midair. “i... Must... Not... Look... Like... A... Baboon’s... Backside.

Then You Should Have Died! Died, Rather Than Betray Your Friends, As We Would Have Done For You!

Friday Was An Important Day For Harry And Ron. They Finally Managed To Find Their Way Down To The Great Hall Without Getting Lost Once.