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She
nodded
slowly
,
solemnly
.
Harry
felt
the
Horcrux
beating
fast
,
faster
than
his
own
heart
:
It
was
an
unpleasant
,
agitating
sensation
.
"
Have
you
got
anything
for
me
?
"
Harry
asked
,
but
she
seemed
distracted
by
his
lit
wand-tip
.
"
Have
you
got
anything
for
me
?
"
he
repeated
.
Then
she
closed
her
eyes
and
several
things
happened
at
once
:
Harry
's
scar
prickled
painfully
;
the
Horcrux
twitched
so
that
the
front
of
his
sweater
actually
moved
;
the
dark
,
fetid
room
dissolved
momentarily
.
He
felt
a
leap
of
joy
and
spoke
in
a
high
,
cold
voice
:
Hold
him
!
Harry
swayed
where
he
stood
:
The
dark
,
foul-smelling
room
seemed
to
close
around
him
again
;
he
did
not
know
what
had
just
happened
.
"
Have
you
got
anything
for
me
?
"
he
asked
for
a
third
time
,
much
louder
.
"
Over
here
,
"
she
whispered
,
pointing
to
the
corner
.
Harry
raised
his
wand
and
saw
the
outline
of
a
cluttered
dressing
table
beneath
the
curtained
window
.
This
time
she
did
not
lead
him
.
Harry
edged
between
her
and
the
unmade
bed
,
his
wand
raised
.
He
did
not
want
to
look
away
from
her
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
he
asked
as
he
reached
the
dressing
table
,
which
was
heaped
high
with
what
looked
and
smelled
like
dirty
laundry
.
"
There
,
"
she
said
,
pointing
at
the
shapeless
mass
.
