The Phoenix lament

           "C’mere,Harry..."

           "No."

           "Yehcan’stayhere,Harry...comeon,now..."

           "No."

           HedidnotwanttoleaveDumbledore’sside,hedidnotwanttomoveanywhere.Hagrid’shandonhisshoulderwastrembling.Thenanothervoicesaid,"Harry,comeon."

           Amuchsmallerandwarmerhandhadenclosedhisandwaspullinghimupward.Heobeyeditspressurewithoutreallythinkingaboutit.Onlyashewalkedblindlybackthroughthecrowddidherealize,fromatraceoffloweryscentontheair,thatitwasGinnywhowasleadinghimbackintothecastle.Incomprehensiblevoicesbatteredhim,sobsandshoutsandwailsstabbedthenight,butHarryandGinnywalkedon,backupthestepsintotheentrancehall.FacesswamontheedgesofHarry’svision,peoplewerepeeringathim,whispering,wondering,andGryffindorrubiesglistenedonthefloorlikedropsofbloodastheymadetheirwaytowardthemarblestaircase.

           "We’regoingtothehospitalwing,"saidGinny.

           "I’mnothurt,"saidHarry.

           "It’sMcGonagall’sorders,"saidGinny."Everyone’supthere,RonandHermioneandLupinandeveryone—"

           FearstirredinHarry’schestagain:hehadforgottentheinertfigureshehadleftbehind.

           "Ginny,whoelseisdead?"

           "Don’tworry,noneofus."

           "ButtheDarkMark—Malfoysaidhesteppedoverabody—"

           "HesteppedoverBill,butit’sallright,he’salive."

           Therewassomethinginhervoice,however,thatHarryknewbodedill.

           "Areyousure?"

           "OfcourseI’msure...he’sa—abitofamess,that’sall.Greybackattackedhim.