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Harry
could
see
it
happening
.
He
watched
Voldemort
's
white
,
snakelike
face
vanishing
into
darkness
,
those
red
eyes
fixed
pitilessly
on
the
thrashing
elf
whose
death
would
occur
within
minutes
,
whenever
he
succumbed
to
the
desperate
thirst
that
the
burning
potion
caused
its
victim
...
But
here
,
Harry
's
imagination
could
go
no
further
,
for
he
could
not
see
how
Kreacher
had
escaped
.
"
Kreacher
needed
water
,
he
crawled
to
the
island
's
edge
and
he
drank
from
the
black
lake
...
and
hands
,
dead
hands
,
came
out
of
the
water
and
dragged
Kreacher
under
the
surface
...
"
"
How
did
you
get
away
?
"
Harry
asked
,
and
he
was
not
surprised
to
hear
himself
whispering
.
Kreacher
raised
his
ugly
head
and
looked
at
Harry
with
his
great
,
bloodshot
eyes
.
"
Master
Regulus
told
Kreacher
to
come
back
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
--
but
how
did
you
escape
the
Inferi
?
"
Kreacher
did
not
seem
to
understand
.
"
Master
Regulus
told
Kreacher
to
come
back
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
I
know
,
but
--
"
"
Well
,
it
's
obvious
,
is
n't
it
,
Harry
?
"
said
Ron
.
"
He
Disapparated
!
"
