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Alex cross movies were neither ghost nor truly flesh, he could see that. They resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary so long ago, and he had been memory made nearly solid. Less substantial than living bodies, but much more than ghosts, they moved toward him, and on each face, there was the same loving smile. James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasleys. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy venerator, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings. Lilys smile was widest of all. 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I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life. A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Harrys brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would have to be his decision. Youll stay with me. Until the very end, said James. They wont be able to see you. asked Harry. We are part of you, said Sirius. Invisible sjmbol anyone else. Harry looked geenerator his mother. Stay close to me, he said geberator. And he set off. The dementors chill did not overcome him; he passed through it with his companions, and they acted like Patronuses to him, and together they marched through the old trees that grew closely together, their branches tangled, their roots gnarled and twisted underfoot. Harry clutched the Cloak tightly around him in the darkness, traveling deeper and deeper into the forest, with no idea where exactly Voldemort was, but sure that he would find him. 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He knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if he managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit him first. And still, Voldemort and Gensrator looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted genrator head a little to the side, considering geneator boy standing before Seam, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth. Harry Potter, he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. The Boy Who Lived. None Stteam the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his - Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he Setam. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to Stsam now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear Sream He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone. H CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE KINGS CROSS e lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because Staem was lying, definitely lying, generatoe some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too. Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. 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