and followed him back up the stairs.

“—that I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you ever

Hermione as he looked out into the night, thinking…

“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it, Harry?” said Ron. “He Disapparated!”

moving there. “HELP!”

firework that had flared and died, leaving everything dark, wet, and cold. The sword of

Dumbledore gave a little gasp and began to cry in earnest. Harry reached out and

or sleeping . . . ?

the end of the hall, and before any of them could say another word, a figure had risen up

succumbing again to Voldemort’s rage: His scar was still burning. “Well, there’s