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She
hesitated
,
but
recognized
the
dismissal
.
She
picked
up
the
book
and
then
walked
back
past
him
into
the
tent
,
but
as
she
did
so
,
she
brushed
the
top
of
his
head
lightly
with
her
hand
.
He
closed
his
eyes
at
her
touch
,
and
hated
himself
for
wishing
that
what
she
said
was
true
:
that
Dumbledore
had
really
cared
.
It
was
snowing
by
the
time
Hermione
took
over
the
watch
at
midnight
.
Harry
's
dreams
were
confused
and
disturbing
:
Nagini
wove
in
and
out
of
them
,
first
through
a
wreath
of
Christmas
roses
.
He
woke
repeatedly
,
panicky
,
convinced
that
somebody
had
called
out
to
him
in
the
distance
,
imagining
that
the
wind
whipping
around
the
tent
was
footsteps
or
voices
.
Finally
he
got
up
in
the
darkness
and
joined
Hermione
,
who
was
huddled
in
the
entrance
to
the
tent
reading
A
History
of
Magic
by
the
light
of
her
wand
.
The
snow
was
falling
thickly
,
and
she
greeted
with
relief
his
suggestion
of
packing
up
early
and
moving
on
.
"
We
'll
go
somewhere
more
sheltered
,
"
she
agreed
,
shivering
as
she
pulled
on
a
sweatshirt
over
her
pajamas
.
"
I
kept
thinking
I
could
hear
people
moving
outside
.
I
even
though
I
saw
somebody
once
or
twice
.
"
Harry
paused
in
the
act
of
pulling
on
a
jumper
and
glanced
at
the
silent
,
motionless
Sneakoscope
on
the
table
.
"
I
'm
sure
I
imagined
it
,
"
said
Hermione
,
looking
nervous
.
"
The
snow
the
dark
,
it
plays
tricks
on
your
eyes
...
But
perhaps
we
ought
to
Disapparate
under
the
Invisibility
Cloak
,
just
in
case
?
"
Half
an
hour
later
,
with
the
tent
packed
,
Harry
wearing
the
Horcrux
,
and
Hermione
clutching
the
beaded
bag
,
they
Disapparated
.
The
usual
tightness
engulfed
them
;
Harry
's
feet
parted
company
with
the
snowy
ground
,
then
slammed
hard
onto
what
felt
like
frozen
earth
covered
in
leaves
.
"
Where
are
we
?
"
he
asked
,
peering
around
at
the
fresh
mass
of
trees
as
Hermione
opened
the
beaded
bag
and
began
tugging
out
the
tent
poles
.
"
The
Forest
of
Dean
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
came
camping
here
once
with
my
mum
and
dad
.
"
Here
too
snow
lay
on
the
trees
all
around
and
it
was
bitterly
cold
,
but
they
were
at
least
protected
from
the
wind
.
They
spent
most
of
the
day
inside
the
tent
,
huddled
for
warmth
around
the
useful
bright
blue
flames
that
Hermione
was
adept
at
producing
,
and
which
could
be
scooped
up
and
carried
in
a
jar
.
Harry
felt
as
though
he
was
recuperating
from
some
brief
but
severe
,
an
impression
reinforced
by
Hermione
's
solicitousness
.
That
afternoon
fresh
flakes
drifted
down
upon
them
,
so
that
even
their
sheltered
clearing
had
a
fresh
dusting
of
powdery
snow
.
