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"
Yes
,
"
said
Hermione
.
"
I
had
to
use
a
Hover
Charm
to
get
you
into
your
bunk
,
I
could
n't
lift
you
.
You
've
been
...
Well
,
you
have
n't
been
quite
...
"
There
were
purple
shadows
under
her
brown
eyes
and
he
noticed
a
small
sponge
in
her
hand
:
She
had
been
wiping
his
face
.
"
You
've
been
ill
,
"
she
finished
.
"
Quite
ill
.
"
"
How
long
ago
did
we
leave
?
"
"
Hours
ago
.
It
's
nearly
morning
.
"
"
And
I
've
been
...
what
,
unconscious
?
"
"
Not
exactly
,
"
said
Hermione
uncomfortably
.
"
You
've
been
shouting
and
moaning
and
...
things
,
"
she
added
in
a
tone
that
made
Harry
feel
uneasy
.
What
had
he
done
?
Screamed
curses
like
Voldemort
,
cried
like
the
baby
in
the
crib
?
"
I
could
n't
get
the
Horcrux
off
you
,
"
Hermione
said
,
and
he
knew
she
wanted
to
change
the
subject
.
"
It
was
stuck
,
stuck
to
your
chest
.
You
've
got
a
mark
;
I
'm
sorry
,
I
had
to
use
a
Severing
Charm
to
get
it
away
.
The
snake
bit
you
too
,
but
I
've
cleaned
the
wound
and
put
some
dittany
on
it
...
"
He
pulled
the
sweaty
T-shirt
he
was
wearing
away
from
himself
and
looked
down
.
There
was
a
scarlet
oval
over
his
heart
where
the
locket
had
burned
him
.
He
could
also
see
the
half-healed
puncture
marks
to
his
forearm
.
"
Where
've
you
put
the
Horcrux
?
"
