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〃I　don't　want　a　fuss；〃　said　Harry　quickly；　envisaging　the　additional　strain　this　would　put　on　them　all。　〃Really；　Mrs。　Weasley；　just　a　normal　dinner　would　be　fine。　。　。　。　It's　the　day　before　the　wedding。　。　。　。〃
〃Oh；　well；　if　you're　sure；　dear。　I'll　invite　Remus　and　Tonks；　shall　I？　And　how　about　Hagrid？〃
〃That'd　be　great；〃　said　Harry。　〃But　please；　don't　go　to　loads　of　trouble。〃
〃Not　at　all；　not　at　all　。　。　。　It's　no　trouble。　。　。　。〃
She　looked　at　him；　a　long；　searching　look；　then　smiled　a　little　sadly；　straightened　up；　and　walked　away。　Harry　watched　as　she　waved　her　wand　near　the　washing　line；　and　the　damp　clothes　rose　into　the　air　to　hang　themselves　up；　and　suddenly　he　felt　a　great　wave　of　remorse　for　the　inconvenience　and　the　pain　he　was　giving　her。

pC0=〃Chapter　Seven：　The　Will　of　Albus　Dumbledore〃
bChapter　Seven
iThe　Will　of　Albus　Dumbledoreib
He　was　walking　along　a　mountain　road　in　the　cool　blue　light　of　dawn。　Far　below；　swathed　in　mist；　was　the　shadow　of　a　small　town。　Was　the　man　he　sought　down　there；　the　man　he　needed　so　badly　he　could　think　of　little　else；　the　man　who　held　the　answer；　the　answer　to　his　problem。。。？
〃Oi；　wake　up。〃
Harry　opened　his　eyes。　He　was　lying　again　on　the　camp　bed　in　Ron's　dingy　attic　room。　The　sun　had　not　yet　risen　and　the　room　was　still　shadowy。　Pigwidgeon　was　asleep　with　his　head　under　his　tiny　wing。　The　scar　on　Harry's　forehead　was　prickling。
〃You　were　muttering　in　your　sleep。〃
〃Was　I？〃
〃Yeah。　'Gregorovitch。'　You　kept　saying　'Gregorovitch。'〃
Harry　was　not　wearing　his　glasses；　Ron's　face　appeared　slightly　blurred。
〃Who's　Gregorovitch？〃
〃I　dunno；　do　I？〃　You　were　the　one　saying　it。〃
Harry　rubbed　his　forehead；　thinking。　He　had　a　vague　idea　he　had　heard　the　name　before；　but　he　could　not　think　where。
〃I　think　Voldemort's　looking　for　him。〃
〃Poor　bloke；〃　said　Ron　fervently。
Harry　sat　up；　still　rubbing　his　scar；　now　wide　awake。　He　tried　to　remember　exactly　what　he　had　seen　in　the　dream；　but　all　that　came　back　was　a　mountainous　horizon　and　the　outline　of　the　little　village　cradled　in　a　deep　valley。
〃I　think　he's　abroad。〃
〃Who；　Gregorovitch？〃
〃Voldemort。　I　think　he's　somewhere　abroad；　looking　for　Gregorovitch。　It　didn't　look　like　anywhere　in　Britain。〃
〃You　reckon　you　were　seeing　into　his　mind　again？〃
Ron　sounded　worried。
〃Do　me　a　favor　and　don't　tell　Hermione；〃　said　Harry。　〃Although　how　she　expects　me　to　stop　seeing　stuff　in　my　sleep。。。〃
He　gazed　up　at　little　Pigwidgeon's　cage；　thinking。。。Why　was　the　name　〃Gregorovitch〃　familiar？
〃I　think；〃　he　said　slowly；　〃he's　got　something　to　do　with　Quidditch。　There's　some　connection；　but　I　can'ta150a150I　can't　think　what　it　is。〃
〃Quidditch？〃　said　Ron。　〃Sure　you're　not　thinking　of　Gorgovitch？〃
〃Who？〃
〃Dragomir　Gorgovitch；　Chaser；　transferred　to　the　Chudley　Cannons　for　a　record　fee　two　years　ago。　Record　holder　for　most　Quaffle　drops　in　a　season。〃
〃No；〃　said　Harry。　〃I'm　definitely　not　thinking　of　Gorgovitch。〃
〃I　try　not　to　either；〃　said　Ron。　〃Well；　happy　birthday　anyway。〃
〃Wow　a150a150　that's　right；　I　forgot！　I'm　seventeen！〃
Harry　seized　the　wand　lying　beside　his　camp　bed；　pointed　it　at　the　cluttered　desk　where　he　had　left　his　glasses；　and　said；　〃iAccio　Glasses！i〃　Although　they　were　only　around　a　foot　away；　there　was　something　immensely　satisfying　about　seeing　them　zoom　toward　him；　at　least　until　they　poked　him　in　the　eye。
〃Slick；〃　snorted　Ron。
Reveling　in　the　removal　of　his　Trace；　Harry　sent　Ron's　possessions　flying　around　the　room；　causing　Pigwidgeon　to　wake　up　and　flutter　excitedly　around　his　cage。　Harry　also　tried　tying　the　laces　of　his　trainers　by　magic　（the　resultant　knot　took　several　minutes　to　untie　by　hand）　and；　purely　for　the　pleasure　of　it；　turned　the　orange　robes　on　Ron's　Chudley　Cannons　posters　bright　blue。
〃I'd　do　your　fly　by　hand；　though；〃　Ron　advised　Harry；　sniggering　when　Harry　immediately　checked　it。　〃Here's　your　present。　Unwrap　it　up　here；　it's　not　for　my　mother's　eyes。〃
〃A　book？〃　said　Harry　as　he　took　the　rectangular　parcel。　〃Bit　of　a　departure　from　tradition；　isn't　it？〃
〃This　isn't　your　average　book；〃　said　Ron。　〃It'd　pure　gold：　Twelve　Fail…Safe　Ways　to　Charm　Witches。　Explains　everything　you　need　to　know　about　girls。　If　only　I'd　had　this　last　year　I'd　have　known　exactly　how　to　get　rid　of　Lavender　and　I　would've　known　how　to　get　going　with。。。　Well；　Fred　and　George　gave　me　a　copy；　and　I've　learned　a　lot。　You'd　be　surprised；　it's　not　all　about　wandwork；　either。〃
When　they　arrived　in　the　kitchen　they　found　a　pile　of　presents　waiting　on　the　table。　Bill　and　Monsieur　Delacour　were　finishing　their　breakfasts；　while　Mrs。　Weasley　stood　chatting　to　them　over　the　frying　pan。
〃Arthur　told　me　to　wish　you　a　happy　seventeenth；　Harry；〃　said　Mrs。　Weasley；　beaming　at　him。　〃He　had　to　leave　early　for　work；　but　he'll　be　back　for　dinner。　That's　our　present　on　top。〃
Harry　sat　down；　took　the　square　parcel　she　had　indicated；　and　unwrapped　it。　Inside　was　a　watch　very　like　the　one　Mr。　and　Mrs。　Weasley　had　given　Ron　for　his　seventeenth；　it　was　gold；　with　stars　circling　around　the　race　instead　of　hands。
〃It's　traditional　to　give　a　wizard　a　watch　when　he　comes　of　age；〃　said　Mrs。　Weasley；　watching　him　anxiously　from　beside　the　cooker。　〃I'm　afraid　that　one　isn't　new　like　Ron's；　it　was　actually　my　brother　Fabian's　and　he　wasn't　terribly　careful　with　his　possessions；　it's　a　bit　dented　on　the　back；　buta150a150〃
The　rest　of　her　speech　was　lost；　Harry　had　got　up　and　hugged　her。　He　tried　to　put　a　lot　of　unsaid　things　into　the　hug　and　perhaps　she　understood　them；　because　she　patted　his　cheek　clumsily　when　he　released　her；　then　waved　her　wand　in　a　slightly　random　way；　causing　half　a　pack　of　bacon　to　flop　out　of　the　frying　pan　onto　the　floor。
〃Happy　birthday；　Harry！〃　said　Hermione；　hurrying　into　the　kitchen　and　adding　her　own　present　to　the　top　of　the　pile。　〃It's　not　much；　but　I　hope　you　like　it。　What　did　you　get　him？〃　she　added　to　Ron；　who　seemed　not　to　hear　her。
〃Come　on；　then；　open　Hermione's！〃　said　Ron。
She　had　bought　him　a　new　Sneakoscope。　The　other　packages　contained　an　enchanted　razor　from　Bill　and　Fleur　（〃Ah　yes；　zis　will　give　you　ze　smoothest　shave　you　will　ever　'ave；〃　Monsieur　Delacour　assured　him；　〃but　you　must　tell　it　clearly　what　you　want。。。ozzerwise　you　might　find　you　'ave　a　leetle　less　hair　zan　you　would　like。。。〃）；　chocolates　from　the　Delacours；　and　an　enormous　box　of　the　latest　Weasleys'　Wizard　Wheezes　merchandise　from　Fred　and　George。
Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　did　not　linger　at　the　table；　as　the　arrival　of　Madame　Delacour；　Fleur；　and　Gabrielle　made　the　kitchen　uncomfortably　crowded。
〃I'll　pack　these　for　you；〃　Hermione　said　brightly；　taking　Harry's　presents　out　of　his　arms　as　the　three　of　them　headed　back　upstairs。　〃I'm　nearly　done；　I'm　just　waiting　for　the　rest　of　your　underpants　to　come　out　of　the　wash；　Rona150a150〃
Ron's　splutter　was　interrupted　by　the　opening　of　a　door　on　the　first…floor　landing。
〃Harry；　will　you　come　in　here　a　moment？〃
It　was　Ginny。　Ron　came　to　an　abrupt　halt；　but　Hermione　took　him　by　the　elbow　and　tugged　him　on　up　the　stairs。　Feeling　nervous；　Harry　followed　Ginny　into　her　room。
He　had　never　been　inside　it　before。　It　was　small；　but　bright。　There　was　a　large　poster　of　the　Wizarding　band　the　Weird　Sisters　on　one　wall；　and　a　picture　of　Gwenog　Jones；　Captain　of　the　all…witch　Quidditch　team　the　Holyhead　Harpies；　on　the　other。　A　desk　stood　facing　the　open　window；　which　looked　out　over　the　orchard　where　he　and　Ginny　had　once　played　a　two…a…side　Quidditch　with　Ron　and　Hermione；　and　which　now　housed　a　large；　pearly　white　marquee。　The　golden　flag　on　top　was　level　with　Ginny's　window。
Ginny　looked　up　into　Harry's　face；　took　a　deep　breath；　and　said；　〃Happy　seventeenth。〃
〃Yeah。。。thanks。〃
She　was　looking　at　him　steadily；　he　however；　found　it　difficult　to　look　back　at　her；　it　was　like　gazing　into　a　brilliant　light。
〃Nice　view；〃　he　said　feebly；　pointing　toward　with　window。
She　ignored　this。　He　could　not　blame　her。
〃I　couldn't　think　what　to　get　you；〃　she　said。
〃You　didn't　have　to　get　me　anything。〃
She　disregarded　this　too。
〃I　didn't　know　what　would　be　useful。　Nothing　too　big；　because　you　wouldn't　be　able　to　take　it　with　you。〃
He　chanced　a　glance　at　her。　She　was　not　tearful；　that　was　one　of　the　many　wonderful　things　about　Ginny；　she　was　rarely　weepy。　He　had　sometimes　thought　that　having　six　brothers　must　have　toughened　her　up。
She　took　a　step　closer　to　him。
〃So　then　I　thought；　I'd　like　you　to　have　something　to　remember　me　by；　you　know；　if　you　meet　some　veela　when　you're　off　doing　whatever　you're　doing。〃
〃I　think　dating　opportunities　are　going　to　be　pretty　thin　on　the　ground；　to　be　honest。〃
〃There's　the　silver　lining　I've　been　looking　for；〃　she　whispered；　and　then　she　was　kissing　him　as　she　had　never　kissed　him　before；　and　Harry　was　kissing　her　back；　and　it　was　blissful　oblivion　better　than　firewhisky；　she　was　the　only　real　thing　in　the　world；　Ginny；　the　feel　of　her；　one　hand　at　her　back　and　one　in　her　long；　sweet…smelling　haira150a150
The　door　banged　open　behind　them　and　they　jumped　apart。
〃Oh；〃　said　Ron　pointedly。　〃Sorry。〃
〃Ron！〃　Hermione　was　just　behind　him；　slight　out　of　breath。　There　was　a　strained　silence；　then　Ginny　had　said　in　a　flat　little　voice；
〃Well；　happy　birthday　anyway；　Harry。〃
Ron's　ears　were　scarlet；　Hermione　looked　nervous。　Harry　wanted　to　slam　the　door　in　their　faces；　but　it　felt　as　though　a　cold　draft　had　entered　the　room　when　the　door　opened；　and　his　shining　moment　had　popped　like　a　soap　bubble。　All　the　reasons　for　ending　his　relationship　with　Ginny；　for　staying　well　away　from　her；　seemed　to　have　slunk　inside　the　room　with　Ron；　and　all　happy　forgetfulness　was　gone。
He　looked　at　Ginny；　wanting　to　say　something；　though　he　hardly　knew　what；　but　she　had　turned　her　back　on　him。　He　thought　that　she　might　have　succumbed；　for　once；　to　tears。　He　could　not　do　anything　to　comfort　her　in　front　of　Ron。
〃I'll　see　you　later；〃　he　said；　and　followed　the　other　two　out　of　the　bedroom。
Ron　marched　downstairs；　though　the　still…crowded　kitchen　and　into　the　yard；　and　Harry　kept　pace　with　him　all　the　way；　Hermione　trotting　along　behind　them　looking　scared。
Once　he　reached　the　seclusion　of　the　freshly　mown　lawn；　Ron　rounded　on　Harry。
〃You　ditched　her。　What　are　you　doing　now；　messing　her　around？〃
〃I'm