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"
You
're
the
one
who
needs
sleep
.
No
offense
,
but
you
look
terrible
.
I
'm
fine
.
I
'll
keep
watch
for
a
while
.
Where
's
my
wand
?
"
She
did
not
answer
,
she
merely
looked
at
him
.
"
Where
's
my
wand
,
Hermione
?
"
She
was
biting
her
lip
,
and
tears
swam
in
her
eyes
.
"
Harry
...
"
"
Where
's
my
wand
?
"
She
reached
down
beside
the
bed
and
held
it
out
to
him
.
The
holly
and
phoenix
wand
was
nearly
severed
in
two
.
One
fragile
strand
of
phoenix
feather
kept
both
pieces
hanging
together
.
The
wood
had
splintered
apart
completely
.
Harry
took
it
into
his
hands
as
though
it
was
a
living
thing
that
had
suffered
a
terrible
injury
.
He
could
not
think
properly
:
Everything
was
a
blur
of
panic
and
fear
.
Then
he
held
out
the
wand
to
Hermione
.
"
Mend
it
.
Please
.
"
"
Harry
,
I
do
n't
think
,
when
it
's
broken
like
this
--
"
