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"I don't understand you, Kreacher, he said finally. Voldemort tried to kill you, Regulus died to bring Voldemort down, but you were still happy to betray Sirius to Voldemort? You were happy to go to Narccisa and Bellatrix, and pass information to Voldemort through them"?

"Harry, Kreacher doesn't think like that", said Hermione, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "He's a slave; house elves are used to bad, even brutal treatment; what Voldemort did to Kreacher wasn't that far out of the common way/ What do wizard wars mean to an elf like Kreacher? He's loyal to people who are kind to him, and Mrs. Black must have been, and Regulus certainly was, so he served them willingly and parroted their belifes. I know what your'e going to say", she went on, as Harry began to protest, "that Regulus changed his mind...but he doesn't know why. Kreacher and Regulus's family were all safer if they kepy to the old pure blood line. Regulus was trying to protect them all."

"Sirius-"

"Sirius was horrible to Kreacher, Harry, and it's no good looking like that, you know it''s true. Kreacher had been alone for a long time when Sirius came to live here, and he was probably starving for a bit of affection. I'm sure "Miss Ciccy and Miss Bella" were perfectly lovely to Kreacher when he turned up, so he did them a favour and told them everything they wanted to know. I've said all along wizards would pay for how they treat house elves. Well, Voldemort did...and so did Sirius.

Harry had no retort. As he watched Kreacher sobbing on the floor, he remembered  what Dumbledore had said to him, mere hours after Sirius's death: I do not think Sirius ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a human's..."   

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"Romoulus, do you maintain, as you have every time you've appeared on our programme, that Harry Potter is still alive?"

"I do," said Lupin firmly. "There is no doubt at all in my mind that his death would be proclaimed as widely as possible by the Death Eaters if it had happend, because it would strike a deadly blow at the morale of those resisting the new regime. The "Boy Who Lived" remains a symbol of everything for which we are fighting: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, the need to keep resisting".

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He closed his eyes, and turned the stone over in his nad, three times.

He knew it had happened, because he heard slight movements around him that suggested frail bodies shifting their footing on the earthy, twig strewn ground that marked the outer edge of the forest. He opened his eyes and looked around.

They were neither gost nor truly flesh, he could see that. They resembled most closley the Riddle that had escaped from the diary, so long ago, and he had been memory nearly solid. Less substantial of living bodies, but much more that ghosts, they moved towards him, and on each face there was the same loving smile.

James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr Weasley's.  

Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings.

Lily's smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily as though she would never be able to look at him enough.

"Yov'e been so brave".

He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough.

"You are nearly there," said James. "Very close. We are...so proud of you"

"Does it hurt?"

The childish question has fallen from Harry's lips before he could stop it.

"Dying? Not al all, said Sirius. "Quicker and easier that falling asleep."

"Abd he will want it to be quick. He wants it over", said Lupin.

"I didn't want you to die", Harry said. These words came without his volition, "Any of you I'm sorry-"

He addressed Lupin more that any of them, beseeching him.

"-right after you'd had your son...Remus, I'm sorry-"

"I am sorry too," said Lupin. "Sorry I will never know him...but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could have a happier life."

A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Harry's brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would have to be his decision.

"You'll stay with me?"

"Until the very end", said James.

"They won't be able to see you?" asked Harry.

"We are part of you," said Sirius, "Invisible to anyone else".

.Harry looked at his mother

"Stay close to me," he said quietly.

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He spun around. Albus Dumbleore was walking towards him, sprightly and upright, wearing sweeping robes of midnight blue.

"Harry." He spread his arms wide, and his hands were both hole and white and undamaged. "You wonderful boy. Your brave, brave man. Let us walk."

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But Harry had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait directly behind the Headmaster's chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry with the same balm as phoenix song.

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קטעים כ"כ מרגשים, כ"כ יפים.