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"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."
He had been standing alone in this very office, savoring the triumph that was his after so many years of dreaming and scheming, when he had heard a cough behind him, just like tonight, and turned to find that ugly little portrait talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about to arrive and introduce himself
Narcissa began to cry in earnest, gazing beseechingly all the while at Snape.
"I don't mean to be rude —" he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable.
Krum had come to say good-bye to Hermione. "Could I have a vord?" he asked her.
He set the bottle back on the sideboard and sighed. It was then that his gaze fell upon Harry.
"Wormtail will get us drinks, if you'd like them," said Snape. "And then he will return to his bedroom."
She sat up, her face paper-white, her eyes huge.
"Yes . . . well . . . very gracious ... as I say ..."
"He was talking to her, in his hand," said Hermione. "He knew, of course. That's how she's been getting all those nice little interviews with the Slytherins. They wouldn't care that she was doing something illegal, as long as they were giving her horrible stuff
"All right, all right, I'll do it!"
Harry had been sure Slughorn would be one of those wizards who could not bear to hear Voldemort's name spoken aloud, and was not disappointed: Slughorn gave a shudder and a squawk of protest, which Harry ignored.
The minute hand on the alarm clock reached the number twelve and, at that precise moment, the street-lamp outside the window went out.
He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him and with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing a narrow staircase upon which a small man stood frozen.
"My dear Prime Minister, you can't honestly think I'm still Minister of Magic after all this? I was sacked three days ago! The whole Wizarding community has been screaming for my resignation for a fortnight. I've never known them so united in my whole term of office!" said Fudge, with a brave attempt at a smile.
Harry jumped up as though he had received an electric shock, knocked over his chair, and started snatching anything and everything within reach from the floor and throwing it into the trunk. Even as he lobbed a set of robes, two spellbooks, and a packet of crisps across the room, the doorbell rang. Downstairs in the living room his Uncle Vernon shouted, "Who the blazes is calling at this lime of night?"。