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Posted Nov 17 2012 6:22am
He did not want to hear what Ron had to beats by dre say; did not want to hear Ron tell him he had been stupid 

or suggest that they ought to go back to Hogwarts, but the heat was rising in his face and he felt as 

though he would like to skulk down here in the darkness for a long while before facing the brightness 

of the Atrium above and the others’ accusing stares ...

‘Have you seen this?’ said Ron.

‘What?’ said Harry, but eagerly this time—it had to be a sign that Sirius had been there, a clue. He 

strode back to where they were all standing, a little way down row ninety-seven, but found nothing 

except Ron staring at one of the dusty glass spheres on the shelf.

‘What?’ Harry repeated glumly.

‘It's—it's got your name on,’ said Ron.

Harry moved a little closer. Ron was pointing at one of the small glass spheres that glowed with a dull 

inner light, though it was very dusty and appeared not to have been touched for many years.

‘My name?’ said Harry blankly.

He stepped forwards. Not as tall as Ron, he had to crane his neck to read the yellowish label affixed to 

the shelf right beneath the dusty glass ball. In spidery writing was written a date of some sixteen years 

previously, and below that:

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