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Dumbledore's Man Through And Through, Aren't You Potter?" "yeah I Am," Said Harry. "glad We Straightened That Out.

He Had No Memory Of Ever Being Hugged Like This, As Though By A Mother. The Full Weight Of Everything He Had Seen That Night Seemed To Fall In Upon Him As Mrs. Weasley Held Him To Her. His Mother's Face, His Father's Voice, The Sight Of Cedric, Dead On The Ground All Started Spinning In His Head Until He Could Hardly Bear It, Until He Was Screwing Up His Face Against The Howl Of Misery Fighting To Get Out Of Him.

Well, I'm Sure You'll Find Someone Somewhere Who'll Have You.

Don't Call Me Nymphadora, Remus.

And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her.