;
prall shot a sharp look at dumbledore and said,
”the he rumors that are flying around. you
know what everyones saying? about why hes disappeared? about what
finally stopped him?”
it seemed that prall had reached the point she
was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on
a cold, hard wall all day, for her as a or as a woman had
she fixed dumbledore with such a pierg stare as she did now. it
lain that whatever ”everyone” was sayi going
to believe it until dumbledore told her it was true. dumbledore,
however, was g another lemon drop and did not answer.
”what theyre saying,” she pressed on, ”is that last night
voldemort turned up in godrics hollow. he went to find the
potters. the rumor is that lily aer are -- are --
that theyre -- dead. ”
dumbledore bowed his head. prall gasped.
”lily and james... i t believe it... i didnt want to
believe it... oh, albus...”
dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. ”i
know... i know...” he said heavily.
pralls voice trembled as she went on. ”thats
not all. theyre sayio kill the potters son, harry. but
-- he t. he t kill that little boy. no one knows why,
or how, but theyre saying that when he t kill harry potter,
voldemorts power somehow broke -- and thats why hes gone.
dumbledore nodded glumly.
”its -- its true?” faltered prall. ”after all
hes dohe people hes killed... he t kill a little
boy? its just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but
how in the name of heaven did harry survive?”
”we ly guess,” said dumbledore. ”we may never know.”
prall pulled out a ladkerd dabbed
at her eyes beacles. dumbledave a great sniff
as he took a golden wat his pod exami was a