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Harry, however, was looking past them. Professor Dumbledore was standing by the mantelpiece, beaming, next to Professor McGonagall, who was taking great, steadying gasps, clutching her chest. Fawkes went whooshing past Harry's ear and settled on Dumbledore's shoulder, just as Harry found himself and Ron being swept into Mrs. Weasleys tight embrace.
"Sit down, Harry," he said, and Harry sat, feeling unaccountably nervous.
"Voldemort put a bit of himself in me?" Harry said, thunderstruck.
Moaning Myrtle was sitting on the tank of the end toilet.
Harry looked sideways at Ron. His mouth was still open in the silent scream, but his eyes weren't popping anymore.
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
Harry's insides did a horrible somersault. Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and he and Ron entered. .
"What's that?" spat Mr. Malfoy. "What did you say?"
Harry blundered after Ron toward the light, stumbling and tripping, and a moment later they had emerged into a clearing.
"We'll have to use the Invisibility Cloak again," Harry told Ron. "We can take Fang with us. He's used to going into the forest with Hagrid, he might be some help."
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But -- he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone.
"We've come this far," said Ron.
But he fell silent, a lurking doubt resurfacing in his mind.
There was a loud, explosive spitting sound right above him, and then something heavy hit Harry so hard that he was smashed into the wall. Waiting for fangs to sink through his body he heard more mad hissing, something thrashing wildly off the pillars
"How?" said Harry.
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater," said Ginny. "That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was -- you know - attacked. You won't tease him, will you?" she added anxiously.？