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After
a
few
minutes
she
returned
,
her
sopping
hair
plastered
to
her
face
.
"
He
's
g-g-gone
!
Disapparated
!
"
She
threw
herself
into
a
chair
,
curled
up
,
and
started
to
cry
.
Harry
felt
dazed
.
He
stooped
,
picked
up
the
Horcrux
,
and
placed
it
around
his
own
neck
.
He
dragged
blankets
off
Ron
's
bunk
and
threw
them
over
Hermione
.
Then
he
climbed
onto
his
own
bed
and
stared
up
at
the
dark
canvas
roof
,
listening
to
the
pounding
of
the
rain
.
When
Harry
woke
the
following
day
it
was
several
seconds
before
he
remembered
what
had
happened
.
Then
he
hoped
,
childishly
,
that
it
had
been
a
dream
,
that
Ron
was
still
there
and
had
never
left
.
Yet
by
turning
his
head
on
his
pillow
he
could
see
Ron
's
deserted
bunk
.
It
was
like
a
dead
body
in
the
way
it
seemed
to
draw
his
eyes
.
Harry
jumped
down
from
his
own
bed
,
keeping
his
eyes
averted
from
Ron
's
.
Hermione
,
who
was
already
busy
in
the
kitchen
,
did
not
wish
Harry
good
morning
,
but
turned
her
face
away
quickly
as
he
went
by
.
He
's
gone
,
Harry
told
himself
.
He
's
gone
.
He
had
to
keep
thinking
it
as
he
washed
and
dressed
,
as
though
repetition
would
dull
the
shock
of
it
.
He
's
gone
and
he
's
not
coming
back
.
And
that
was
the
simple
truth
of
it
,
Harry
knew
,
because
their
protective
enchantments
meant
that
it
would
be
impossible
,
once
they
vacated
this
spot
,
for
Ron
to
find
them
again
.
He
and
Hermione
ate
breakfast
in
silence
.
Hermione
's
eyes
were
puffy
and
red
;
she
looked
as
if
she
had
not
slept
.
They
packed
up
their
things
,
Hermione
dawdling
.
Harry
knew
why
she
wanted
to
spin
out
their
time
on
the
riverbank
;
several
times
he
saw
her
look
up
eagerly
,
and
he
was
sure
she
had
deluded
herself
into
thinking
that
she
heard
footsteps
through
the
heavy
rain
,
but
no
red-haired
figure
appeared
between
the
trees
.
Every
time
Harry
imitated
her
,
looked
around
(
for
he
could
not
help
hoping
a
little
,
himself
)
and
saw
nothing
but
rain-swept
woods
,
another
little
parcel
of
fury
exploded
inside
him
.
He
could
hear
Ron
saying
,
"
We
thought
you
knew
what
you
were
doing
!
"
,
and
he
resumed
packing
with
a
hard
knot
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
.
The
muddy
river
beside
them
was
rising
rapidly
and
would
soon
spill
over
onto
their
bank
.
They
had
lingered
a
good
hour
after
they
would
usually
have
departed
their
campsite
.
Finally
having
entirely
repacked
the
beaded
bag
three
times
,
Hermione
seemed
unable
to
find
any
more
reasons
to
delay
:
She
and
Harry
grasped
hands
and
Disapparated
,
reappearing
on
a
windswept
heather-covered
hillside
.
The
instant
they
arrived
,
Hermione
dropped
Harry
's
hand
and
walked
away
from
him
,
finally
sitting
down
on
a
large
rock
,
her
face
on
her
knees
,
shaking
with
what
he
knew
were
sobs
.
He
watched
her
,
supposing
that
he
ought
to
go
and
comfort
her
,
but
something
kept
him
rooted
to
the
spot
.
Everything
inside
him
felt
cold
and
tight
:
Again
he
saw
the
contemptuous
expression
on
Ron
's
face
.
Harry
strode
off
through
the
heather
,
walking
in
a
large
circle
with
the
distraught
Hermione
at
its
center
,
casting
the
spells
she
usually
performed
to
ensure
their
protection
.
