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And
in
the
instant
that
he
looked
away
,
his
eyes
raking
the
tangled
mess
for
a
sword
hilt
,
a
ruby
,
she
moved
weirdly
:
He
saw
it
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
;
panic
made
him
turn
and
horror
paralyzed
him
as
he
saw
the
old
body
collapsing
and
the
great
snake
pouring
from
the
place
where
her
neck
had
been
.
The
snake
struck
as
he
raised
his
wand
:
The
force
of
the
bite
to
his
forearm
sent
the
wand
spinning
up
toward
the
ceiling
;
its
light
swung
dizzyingly
around
the
room
and
was
extinguished
:
Then
a
powerful
blow
from
the
tail
to
his
midriff
knocked
the
breath
out
of
him
:
He
fell
backward
onto
the
dressing
table
,
into
the
mound
of
filthy
clothing
--
He
rolled
sideways
,
narrowly
avoiding
the
snake
's
tail
,
which
thrashed
down
upon
the
table
where
he
had
been
a
second
earlier
:
Fragments
of
the
glass
surface
rained
upon
him
as
he
hit
the
floor
.
From
below
he
heard
Hermione
call
,
"
Harry
?
"
He
could
not
get
enough
breath
into
his
lungs
to
call
back
:
Then
a
heavy
smooth
mass
smashed
him
to
the
floor
and
he
felt
it
slide
over
him
,
powerful
,
muscular
--
"
No
!
"
he
gasped
,
pinned
to
the
floor
.
"
Yes
,
"
whispered
the
voice
.
"
Yesss
...
hold
you
...
hold
you
...
"
"
Accio
...
Accio
Wand
...
But
nothing
happened
and
he
needed
his
hands
to
try
to
force
the
snake
from
him
as
it
coiled
itself
around
his
torso
,
squeezing
the
air
from
him
,
pressing
the
Horcrux
hard
into
his
chest
,
a
circle
of
ice
that
throbbed
with
life
,
inches
from
his
own
frantic
heart
,
and
his
brain
was
flooding
with
cold
,
white
light
,
all
thought
obliterated
,
his
own
breath
drowned
,
distant
footsteps
,
everything
going
...
A
metal
heart
was
banging
outside
his
chest
,
and
now
he
was
flying
,
flying
with
triumph
in
his
heart
,
without
need
of
broomstick
or
thestral
...
He
was
abruptly
awake
in
the
sour-smelling
darkness
;
Nagini
had
released
him
.
He
scrambled
up
and
saw
the
snake
outlined
against
the
landing
light
:
It
struck
,
and
Hermione
dived
aside
with
a
shriek
;
her
deflected
curse
hit
the
curtained
window
,
which
shattered
.
Frozen
air
filled
the
room
as
Harry
ducked
to
avoid
another
shower
of
broken
glass
and
his
foot
slipped
on
a
pencil-like
something
--
his
wand
--
