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He pushed past Harry, his face turned resolutely away with the air of a man trying to resist temptation.
"My only son . . . my only son . . ."
"You can keep using it as headquarters," said Harry. "I don't care. You can have it, I don't really want it." Harry never wanted to set foot in number twelve, Grimmauld Place again if he could help it. He thought he would be haunted forever by the memory of Sirius prowling its dark musty rooms alone, imprisoned within the place he had wanted so desperately to leave.
"He's been left a house?" said Uncle Vernon greedily, his small eyes narrowing, but nobody answered him.
"We've given up," said George, shrugging.
"That's right. And they're breeding. That's what's causing all this mist."
"Nah," said George gloomily. "Nothing like that. Stupid git. He wouldn't have the brains."
"Do I — do I have to keep him with me?" Harry asked, aghast, us Kreacher thrashed around at his feet.
She closed her eyes and two large tears seeped from beneath her eyelids.
Slughorn looked down at him in surprise. "You mustn't think I'm prejudiced!" he said. "No, no, no! Haven't I just said your mother was one of my all-time favorite students? And there was Dirk Cresswell in the year after her too — now Head of the Goblin Liaison Office, of course — another Muggle-born, a very gifted student, and still gives me excellent inside information on the goings-on at Gringotts!"
Diggory's grief seemed to be beyond tears.
"Er — where exactly are we?"
"I tell you all this," Dumbledore continued, "not to turn you against Horace — or, as we must now call him, Professor Slughorn — but to put you on your guard. He will undoubtedly try to collect you, Harry. You would be the jewel of his collection; 'the Boy Who Lived' ... or, as they call you these days, 'the Chosen One.'"
"Aren't —- aren't we leaving, sir?" Harry asked anxiously.
"As you will no doubt be aware, Harry comes of age in a years time —"
"We have the same concerns," Fudge interrupted. "The Brock-dale Bridge didn't wear out. That wasn't really a hurricane. Those murders were not the work of Muggles. And Herbert Chorley's family would be safer without him. We are currently making arrangements to have him transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. The move should be effected tonight."
Dumbledore pointed toward a run-down stone outhouse where the Weasleys kept their broomsticks. A little puzzled, Harry followed Dumbledore through the creaking door into a space a little smaller than the average cupboard. Dumbledore illuminated the tip of his wand, so that it glowed like a torch, and smiled down at Harry.;