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Harry
opened
his
eyes
and
was
dazzled
by
gold
and
green
;
he
had
no
idea
what
had
happened
,
he
only
knew
that
he
was
lying
on
what
seemed
to
be
leaves
and
twigs
.
Struggling
to
draw
breath
into
lungs
that
felt
flattened
,
he
blinked
and
realized
that
the
gaudy
glare
was
sunlight
streaming
through
a
canopy
of
leaves
far
above
him
.
Then
an
object
twitched
close
to
his
face
.
He
pushed
himself
onto
his
hands
and
knees
,
ready
to
face
some
small
,
fierce
creature
,
but
saw
that
the
object
was
Ron
's
foot
.
Looking
around
,
Harry
saw
that
they
and
Hermione
were
lying
on
a
forest
floor
,
apparently
alone
.
Harry
's
first
thought
was
of
the
Forbidden
Forest
,
and
for
a
moment
,
even
though
he
knew
how
foolish
and
dangerous
it
would
be
for
them
to
appear
in
the
grounds
of
Hogwarts
,
his
heart
leapt
at
the
thought
of
sneaking
through
the
trees
to
Hagrid
's
hut
.
However
,
in
the
few
moments
it
took
for
Ron
to
give
a
low
groan
and
Harry
to
start
crawling
toward
him
,
he
realized
that
this
was
not
the
Forbidden
Forest
:
The
trees
looked
younger
,
they
were
more
widely
spaced
,
the
ground
clearer
.
He
met
Hermione
,
also
on
her
hands
and
knees
,
at
Ron
's
head
.
The
moment
his
eyes
fell
upon
Ron
,
all
other
concerns
fled
Harry
's
mind
,
for
blood
drenched
the
whole
of
Ron
's
left
side
and
his
face
stood
out
,
grayish-white
,
against
the
leaf-strewn
earth
.
The
Polyjuice
Potion
was
wearing
off
now
:
Ron
was
halfway
between
Cattermole
and
himself
in
appearance
,
his
hair
turning
redder
and
redder
as
his
face
drained
of
the
little
color
it
had
left
.
"
What
's
happened
to
him
?
"
"
Splinched
,
"
said
Hermione
,
her
fingers
already
busy
at
Ron
's
sleeve
,
where
the
blood
was
wettest
and
darkest
.
Harry
watched
,
horrified
,
as
she
tore
open
Ron
's
shirt
.
He
had
always
thought
of
Splinching
as
something
comical
,
but
this
...
His
insides
crawled
unpleasantly
as
Hermione
laid
bare
Ron
's
upper
arm
,
where
a
great
chunk
of
flesh
was
missing
,
scooped
cleanly
away
as
though
by
a
knife
.
"
Harry
,
quickly
,
in
my
bag
,
there
's
a
small
bottle
labeled
'
Essence
of
Dittany
'
--
"
"
Bag
--
right
--
"
Harry
sped
to
the
place
where
Hermione
had
landed
,
seized
the
tiny
beaded
bag
,
and
thrust
his
hand
inside
it
.
At
once
,
object
after
object
began
presenting
itself
to
his
touch
:
He
felt
the
leather
spines
of
books
,
woolly
sleeves
of
jumpers
,
heels
of
shoes
--
"
Quickly
!
"
