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The Very Secret Diary
Hishandstremblingslightly,heraisedthebooktopresshiseyeagainstthelittlewindow,andbeforeheknewwhatwashappening,hewastiltingforward; thewindowwaswidening,hefelthisbodyleavehisbed,andhewaspitchedheadfirstthroughtheopeninginthepage,intoawhirlofcolorandshadow.
Hefelthisfeethitsolidground,andstood,shaking,astheblurredshapesaroundhimcamesuddenlyintofocus.
Heknewimmediatelywherehewas. ThiscircularroomwiththesleepingportraitswasDumbledore’soffice-butitwasn’tDumbledorewhowassittingbehindthedesk. Awizened,frail-lookingwizard,baldexceptforafewwispsofwhitehair,wasreadingaletterbycandlelight. Harryhadneverseenthismanbefore.
"I’msorry,"hesaidshakily."Ididn’tmeantobuttin—"
Butthewizarddidn’tlookup.Hecontinuedtoread,frowningslightly. Harrydrewnearertohisdeskandstammered, "Er-I’lljustgo,shallI?"
Stillthewizardignoredhim.Hedidn’tseemeventohaveheardhim. Thinkingthatthewizardmightbedeaf,Harryraisedhisvoice.
"SorryIdisturbedyou.I’llgonow,"hehalf-shouted.
Thewizardfoldeduptheletterwithasigh,stoodup,walkedpastHarrywithoutglancingathim,andwenttodrawthecurtainsathiswindow.
Theskyoutsidethewindowwasruby-red;itseemedtobesunset. Thewizardwentbacktothedesk,satdown,andtwiddledhisthumbs,watchingthedoor.
Harrylookedaroundtheoffice.NoFawkesthephoenix-nowhirringsilvercontraptions.
