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Dear Mr. Potter,
"Yes... her voice went all deep and her eyes rolled and she said ... she said Voldemort's servant was going to set out to return to him before midnight.... She said the servant would help him come back to power." Harry stared up at Dumbledore. "And then she sort of became normal again, and she couldn't remember anything she'd said. Was it -- was she making a real prediction?"
"Oh, Mum -"
But Hermione was fumbling with the neck of her robes, pulling from beneath them a very long, very fine gold chain.
"Yeh shouldn've come!" Hagrid whispered. He stood back, then shut the door quickly.
Snape turned on his heel and marched through the door Fudge was still holding. It closed behind them, and Dumbledore turned to Harry and Hermione. They both burst into speech at the same time.
"Not that I'm not pleased to meet you," said Harry quickly, "but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?"
"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear," she said. "Come in and have some breakfast."
Harry didn't understand. He couldn't think anymore. He felt the last of his strength leave him, and his head hit the ground as he fainted.
Careful not to blink, Harry stared up into Buckbeak's fierce orange eyes once more and bowed. Buckbeak sank to his scaly knees and then stood up again. Harry began to fumble with the knot of rope tying Buckbeak to the fence.
And Dumbledore left the office, leaving Harry to his very confused thoughts.
"Indeed?" said Dumbledore. "Er -- stranger than usual, you mean?"
"I'd -- I'd think I'd gone mad," said Harry, "or I'd think there was some Dark Magic going on --"
The cat-flap rattled and Aunt Petunias hand appeared, pushing a bowl of canned soup into the room. Harry, whose insides were aching with hunger, jumped off his bed and seized it. The soup was stone-cold, but he drank half of it in one gulp. Then he crossed the room to Hedwig's cage and tipped the soggy vegetables at the bottom of the bowl into her empty food tray. She ruffled her feathers and gave him a look of deep disgust.
"Well, whoever owns him will be an old wizarding family, and they'll be rich," said Fred.