Harry felt winded, as though he had just walked into something heavy. He had last seen those cool gray eyes through slits in a Death Eaterโs hood, and last heard that manโs voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him. He could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here, in the Ministry of Magic, or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater.
J. K. RowlingI see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.
J. K. RowlingDonโ you worry, Harry. Youโll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, youโll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know itโs hard. Yehโve been singled out, anโ thatโs always hard. But yehโll have a great time at Hogwarts โ I did โ still do, โsmatter of fact.
J. K. RowlingOh, for heavenโs sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!โ A bearlike black dog had appeared at Harryโs side as Harry clambered over the various trunks cluttering the hall to get to Mrs. Weasley. โOh honestly,โ said Mrs. Weasley despairingly. โWell, on your own head be it!โ The great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Harry couldnโt help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time.
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