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He
heard
Ron
agree
.
He
could
not
fight
the
pain
much
longer
:
He
had
to
succumb
"
Bathroom
,
"
he
muttered
,
and
he
left
the
room
as
fast
as
he
could
without
running
.
He
barely
made
it
:
Bolting
the
door
behind
him
with
trembling
hands
,
he
grasped
his
pounding
head
and
fell
to
the
floor
,
then
in
an
explosion
of
agony
,
he
felt
the
rage
that
did
not
belong
to
him
possess
his
soul
,
saw
a
long
room
lit
only
by
firelight
,
and
the
great
blond
Death
Eater
on
the
floor
,
screaming
and
writhing
,
and
a
slighter
figure
standing
over
him
,
wand
outstretched
,
while
Harry
spoke
in
a
high
,
cold
,
merciless
voice
.
"
More
,
Rowle
,
or
shall
we
end
it
and
feed
you
to
Nagini
?
Lord
Voldemort
is
not
sure
that
he
will
forgive
this
time
...
You
called
me
back
for
this
,
to
tell
me
that
Harry
Potter
has
escaped
again
?
Draco
,
give
Rowle
another
taste
of
our
displeasure
...
Do
it
,
or
feel
my
wrath
yourself
!
"
A
log
fell
in
the
fire
:
Flames
reared
,
their
light
darting
across
a
terrified
,
pointed
white
face
--
with
a
sense
of
emerging
from
deep
water
,
Harry
drew
heaving
breaths
and
opened
his
eyes
.
He
was
spread-eagled
on
the
cold
black
marble
floor
,
his
nose
inches
from
one
of
the
silver
serpent
tails
that
supported
the
large
bathtub
.
He
sat
up
.
Malfoy
's
gaunt
,
petrified
face
seemed
branded
on
the
inside
of
his
eyes
.
Harry
felt
sickened
by
what
he
had
seen
,
by
the
use
to
which
Draco
was
now
being
put
by
Voldemort
.
There
was
a
sharp
rap
on
the
door
,
and
Harry
jumped
as
Hermione
's
voice
rang
out
.
"
Harry
,
do
you
want
your
toothbrush
?
I
've
got
it
here
.
"
"
Yeah
,
great
,
thanks
,
"
he
said
,
fighting
to
keep
his
voice
casual
as
he
stood
up
to
let
her
in
.
Harry
woke
early
next
morning
,
wrapped
in
a
sleeping
bag
on
the
drawing
room
floor
.
A
chink
of
sky
was
visible
between
the
heavy
curtains
:
It
was
the
cool
,
clear
blue
of
watered
ink
,
somewhere
between
night
and
dawn
,
and
everything
was
quiet
except
for
Ron
and
Hermione
's
slow
,
deep
breathing
.
Harry
glanced
over
at
the
dark
shapes
they
made
on
the
floor
beside
him
.
Ron
had
had
a
fit
of
gallantry
and
insisted
that
Hermione
sleep
on
the
cushions
from
the
sofa
,
so
that
her
silhouette
was
raised
above
his
.
Her
arm
curved
to
the
floor
,
her
fingers
inches
from
Ron
's
.
Harry
wondered
whether
they
had
fallen
asleep
holding
hands
.
The
idea
made
him
feel
strangely
lonely
.
