Gwen ushered Harry down to her office and showed him the rune set she had stowed away in her desk. “He’s amazing.” She said breathlessly. “Was amazing.” She added with a downtrodden note in her voice.
She settled into her chair as he examined the rocks and noticed that Minerva had left her copy of the Daily Prophet on her desk. She looked at the picture of Graves’ motionless face. It twitched and he opened his eyes. He looked out of the picture like a man haunted.
“Harry, do you know anything about wizard photography?”
“No, why?”
“Graves’ picture just moved.”
“I thought all figures in pictures moved.”
“Even dead ones?”
“Dunno.” He said looking at her mildly.
The article had merely stated that he had been found dead down Knockturn Alley and was to be buried in the plot his parents had bought for their family. There was much speculation into why he had died and who had brought it about, but no firm answers.
She frowned. Something about this just didn’t seem right.