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"
Yeah
,
he
would
,
"
said
Harry
,
who
did
not
want
excuses
made
for
Ron
.
"
D'you
think
I
have
n't
noticed
the
two
of
you
whispering
behind
my
back
?
D'you
think
I
did
n't
guess
you
were
thinking
this
stuff
?
"
"
Harry
,
we
were
n't
--
"
"
Do
n't
lie
!
"
Ron
hurled
at
her
.
"
You
said
it
too
,
you
said
you
were
disappointed
,
you
said
you
'd
thought
he
had
a
bit
more
to
go
on
than
--
"
"
I
did
n't
say
it
like
that
--
Harry
,
I
did
n't
!
"
she
cried
.
The
rain
was
pounding
the
tent
,
tears
were
pouring
down
Hermione
's
face
,
and
the
excitement
of
a
few
minutes
before
had
vanished
as
if
it
had
never
been
,
a
short-lived
firework
that
had
flared
and
died
,
leaving
everything
dark
,
wet
,
and
cold
.
The
sword
of
Gryffindor
was
hidden
they
knew
not
where
,
and
they
were
three
teenagers
in
a
tent
whose
only
achievement
was
not
,
yet
,
to
be
dead
.
"
So
why
are
you
still
here
?
"
Harry
asked
Ron
.
"
Search
me
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Go
home
then
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Yeah
,
maybe
I
will
!
"
shouted
Ron
,
and
he
took
several
steps
toward
Harry
,
who
did
not
back
away
.
"
Did
n't
you
hear
what
they
said
about
my
sister
?
But
you
do
n't
give
a
rat
's
fart
,
do
you
,
it
's
only
the
Forbidden
Forest
,
Harry
I
've
-
Faced-Worse
Potter
does
n't
care
what
happens
to
her
in
here
--
well
,
I
do
,
all
right
,
giant
spiders
and
mental
stuff
--
"
