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Hermione
waved
her
wand
to
ignite
the
old
gas
lamps
,
then
,
shivering
slightly
in
the
drafty
room
,
she
perched
on
the
sofa
,
her
arms
wrapped
tightly
around
her
.
Ron
crossed
to
the
window
and
moved
the
heavy
velvet
curtain
aside
an
inch
.
"
Ca
n't
see
anyone
out
there
,
"
he
reported
.
"
And
you
'd
think
,
if
Harry
still
had
a
Trace
on
him
,
they
'd
have
followed
us
here
.
I
know
they
ca
n't
get
in
the
house
,
but
--
what
's
up
,
Harry
?
"
Harry
had
given
a
cry
of
pain
:
His
scar
had
burned
again
as
something
flashed
across
his
mind
like
a
bright
light
on
water
.
He
saw
a
large
shadow
and
felt
a
fury
that
was
not
his
own
pound
through
his
body
,
violent
and
brief
as
an
electric
shock
.
"
What
did
you
see
?
"
Ron
asked
,
advancing
on
Harry
.
"
Did
you
see
him
at
my
place
?
"
"
No
,
I
just
felt
anger
--
he
's
really
angry
--
"
"
But
that
could
be
at
the
Burrow
,
"
said
Ron
loudly
.
"
What
else
?
Did
n't
you
see
anything
?
Was
he
cursing
someone
?
"
"
No
,
I
just
felt
anger
--
I
could
n't
tell
--
"
Harry
felt
badgered
,
confused
,
and
Hermione
did
not
help
as
she
said
in
a
frightened
voice
,
"
Your
scar
,
again
?
But
what
's
going
on
?
I
thought
that
connection
had
closed
!
"
"
It
did
,
for
a
while
,
"
muttered
Harry
;
his
scar
was
still
painful
,
which
made
it
hard
to
concentrate
.
"
I
--
I
think
it
's
started
opening
again
whenever
he
loses
control
,
that
's
how
it
used
to
--
"
