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Harry heard Hagrid’s moan of pain and shock, but he did not stop; he walked
slowly forward until he reached the place where Dumbledore lay and crouched
down beside him.
He had known there was no hope from the moment that the full Body-Bind
Curse Dumbledore had placed upon him lifted, known that it could have
happened only because its caster was dead, but there was still no preparation for
seeing him here, spread-eagled, broken: the greatest wizard Harry had ever, or
would ever, meet.
Dumbledore’s eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and
legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon
spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth
with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb
the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore
speak to him, never again could he help
RIP
slowly forward until he reached the place where Dumbledore lay and crouched
down beside him.
He had known there was no hope from the moment that the full Body-Bind
Curse Dumbledore had placed upon him lifted, known that it could have
happened only because its caster was dead, but there was still no preparation for
seeing him here, spread-eagled, broken: the greatest wizard Harry had ever, or
would ever, meet.
Dumbledore’s eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and
legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon
spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth
with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb
the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore
speak to him, never again could he help
RIP