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The current whereabouts of the prophecy, if it exists, are unknown, although (ctd. page2, column 5)
"I'm fine," said Harry, rubbing his ears, which felt as though they had left Privet Drive rather reluctantly. "But I think I might prefer brooms. . . ."
"But then," bleated the Prime Minister, "why hasn't a former Prime Minister warned me--?"
Nothing about any of it. If you ask me. Fudge is forcing them to keep quiet."
"Keep your wand at the ready, Harry," he said brightly.
Fudge took a great, deep breath and said, "Prime Minister, I am very sorry to have to tell you that he's back. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back."
"It was cruel," said Dumbledore softly, "that you and Sirius had such a short time together. A brutal ending to what should have been a long and happy relationship."
The man in the painting looked inquiringly at the Prime Minister.
"The end," said Dumbledore, looking around at them all, "of another year."
"But for heaven's sake--you're wizards! You can do magic! Surely you can sort out--well--anything!"
"If I had murdered Harry Potter, the Dark Lord could not have used his blood to regenerate, making him invincible —"
Though he already knew it by heart, Harry had been stealing glances at this missive every few minutes since seven o'clock that evening, when he had first taken up his position beside his bedroom window, which had a reasonable view of both ends of Privet Drive. He knew it was pointless to keep rereading Dumbledore's words; Harry had sent back his "yes" with the delivering owl, as requested, and all he could do now was wait: Either Dumbledore was going to come, or he was not.
Not at all reluctant to obey, Harry jumped to his feet. Slughorn sinned taken aback.
2. Particular care should be taken during the hours of darkness. Wherever possible, arrange to complete journeys before night has fallen.
Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower the following evening. From what Hermione and Ron told him, Dumbledore had spoken to the school that morning at breakfast. He had merely requested that they leave Harry alone, that nobody ask him questions or badger him to tell the story of what had happened in the maze. Most people, he noticed, were skirting him in the corridors, avoiding his eyes. Some whispered behind their hands as he passed.
Harry nodded, his eyes fixed resolutely on the spider now climbing Dumbledore's hat. He could tell that Dumbledore understood, that he might even suspect that until his letter arrived, Harry had spent nearly all his time at the Dursleys' lying on his bed, refusing meals, and staring at the misted window, full of the chill emptiness i hat he had come to associate with dementors.。