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"Who's that?" called Hagrid, coming to the door. "Harry!"
"I... oh ... very well," said the Prime Minister weakly. "Yes, I'll see Fudge."
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that," said Dumbledore airily.
Snape said nothing. He looked away from the sight of her tears as though they were indecent, but he could not pretend not to hear her.
"Are you all right?" asked Dumbledore, looking down at him solicitously. "The sensation does take some getting used to."
"How was she doing it?" said Harry at once.
"You're mental," said George, trying to push it back at Harry.
"Certainly," said Snape. "But what help do you require, Nar-cissa? If you are imagining I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, I am afraid there is no hope, none at all."
Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower the following evening. From what Hermione and Ron told him, Dumbledore had spoken to the school that morning at breakfast. He had merely requested that they leave Harry alone, that nobody ask him questions or badger him to tell the story of what had happened in the maze. Most people, he noticed, were skirting him in the corridors, avoiding his eyes. Some whispered behind their hands as he passed.
"Yes," said Harry, and his heart beat a little faster.
The Prime Minister's first, foolish thought was that Rufus Scrimgeour looked rather like an old lion. There were streaks of gray in his mane of tawny hair and his bushy eyebrows; he had keen yellowish eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a certain rangy, loping grace even though he walked with a slight limp. There was an immediate impression of shrewdness and toughness; the Prime Minister thought he understood why the Wizarding community preferred Scrimgeour to Fudge as a leader in these dangerous times.
"Yes, indeed. I think I know a lost cause when I see one."
"Why?" said Harry.
"Yeah, I am," said Harry, suddenly realizing just how hungry he was,
The Prime Minister could not honestly return this compliment, so said nothing at all. He was not remotely pleased to see Fudge, whose occasional appearances, apart from being downright alarming in themselves, generally meant that he was about to hear some very bad news. Furthermore, Fudge was looking distinctly careworn. He was thinner, balder, and grayer, and his face had a crumpled look. The Prime Minister had seen that kind of look in politicians before, and it never boded well.。