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"Aunt Marge?" he blurted out. "Sh -- she's not coming here, is she?"
He turned. Rufus Scrimgeour was limping rapidly towards him around the bank, leaning on his walking stick.
Chapter 28: Flight of the Prince
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But a reckless rage had come over Harry. He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon.
And then, Harry did not quite see how it happened, both , women were crying and hugging each other. Completely bewildered, wondering whether the world had gone mad, he turned around: Ron looked as stunned as he felt and Ginny and Hermione were exchanging startled looks.
After glancing once at this portrait, Professor McGonagall made an odd movement as though steeling herself, then rounded the' desk to look at Harry, her face taut and lined.
"Is it true?" whispered the Fat Lady as he approached her. "It is really true? Dumbledore - dead?"
"I am sure Dumbledore would have wanted the school to remain open," said Professor Sprout. "I feel that if a single pupil wants to come, then the school ought to remain open for that pupil."
'My dear boy ... even Dumbledore cannot return from the-'
Stan came back downstairs, followed by a faintly green witch wrapped in a traveling cloak.
'No, Draco,' said Dumbledore quietly. 'It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now.'
"Anyway," Ginny went on, "he must have been checking whether the coast was clear to let the Death Eaters out, because the moment he saw us he threw something into the air and it all went pitch-black -"
T thought she wasn't much of a looker,' said Ron. Hermione ignored him.
"Right," he snapped finally. "I shall monitor your behavior carefully during Marge's visit. If, at the end of it, you've toed the line and kept to the story, I'll sign your ruddy form."
"Rosmerta?" said Professor McGonagall incredulously, but before she could go on, there was a knock on the door behind them and Professors Sprout, Flitwick, and Slughorn traipsed into the room, followed by Hagrid, who was still weeping copiously, his huge frame trembling with grief.,