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Tessa Was Convinced That It Was A Lie, And Also That Everything She Had Done In Her Life, Telling Herself That It Was For The Best, Had Been No More Than Blind Selfishness, Generating Confusion And Mess All Around. But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know They All Were?

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.

Finding Out What You’re Good At, And Doing It To The Best Of Your Ability, Is The Route To Self-respect.

Sirius's Gaunt Face Broke Out Into The First True Smile Harry Had Seen Upon It. The Difference It Made Was Startling, As Though A Person Ten Years Younger Were Shining Through The Starved Mask; For A Moment He Was Recognizable As The Man Who Had Laughed At Harry's Parents' Wedding.