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"
No
...
"
"
Harry
,
it
's
all
right
,
you
're
all
right
!
"
He
stooped
down
and
picked
up
the
smashed
photograph
.
There
he
was
,
the
unknown
thief
,
the
thief
he
was
seeking
...
"
No
...
I
dropped
it
...
I
dropped
it
...
"
"
Harry
,
it
's
okay
,
wake
up
,
wake
up
!
"
He
was
Harry
...
Harry
,
not
Voldemort
...
and
the
thing
that
was
rustling
was
not
a
snake
...
He
opened
his
eyes
.
"
Harry
,
"
Hermione
whispered
.
"
Do
you
feel
all
--
all
right
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
lied
.
He
was
in
the
tent
,
lying
on
one
of
the
lower
bunks
beneath
a
heap
of
blankets
.
He
could
tell
that
it
was
almost
dawn
by
the
stillness
and
the
quality
of
the
cold
,
flat
light
beyond
the
canvas
ceiling
.
He
was
drenched
in
sweat
;
he
could
feel
it
on
the
sheets
and
blankets
.
"
We
got
away
.
"
