“Yeah, Harry’s here. They cautiously entered the Room of Requirements and was surprised to see so many people there, most of them young. Indian XXX NOW!” He ventured and pretended to watch TV while stealing nervous glances at his nephew. “No, it hasn’t. Harry observed his aunt carefully and the letter that she received a while ago crossed his mind again. All stared into space without any idea of what to do next. Some professors went back but to the castle but did not find her leading to the conclusion that the death-eaters did not release her like the others. “Maybe they are also angry at me because of what happened….maybe they hate me now…maybe they don’t want to have anything to do with me now….maybe….no, I should not be thinking this way…” He hastily chided himself…maybe they just can’t…but …
He was suddenly distracted by a minute owl flying towards his window…he felt excited…finally, a letter from his friends…He could not recognize the owl but who cares…finally someone cared enough to owl him. Daily Prophet stopped operating to avoid the attacks
5. They wanted to help…they really do…and they chose to do it.
