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"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've picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you you ought to choose your company more carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first day at Hogwarts?
"I didn't want —"
Harry waited hopefully, but Dumbledore did not elaborate, so ho asked something else that had been bothering him slightly.
"It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write to me again."
"No, I thought not. You have not asked me, for instance, what is my favorite flavor of jam, to check that I am indeed Professor Dumbledore and not an impostor."
While the Prime Minister surreptitiously touched the wood of his desk, Fudge continued, "But Blacks by-the-by now. The point is, we're at war, Prime Minister, and steps must be taken."
Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station.
"Yes," said Dumbledore simply, "I shall."
"Interesting effect," said George, looking down at Crabbe. "Who used the Furnunculus Curse?"
"But why did you keep him alive?"
"Sir, I saw in the Daily Prophet that Fudge has been sacked. . . ."
"I..." hesitated the Prime Minister.
"And you will need to move a little closer," he said.
"Oh yes she is," said Hermione happily, brandishing the jar at them.
Harry Potter was snoring loudly. He had been sitting in a chair beside his bedroom window for the best part of four hours, staring out at the darkening street, and had finally fallen asleep with one side of his face pressed against the cold windowpane, his glasses askew and his mouth wide open. The misty fug his breath had left on the window sparkled in the orange glare of the streetlamp outside, and the artificial light drained his face of all color, so that he looked ghostly beneath his shock of untidy black hair.。