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After
two
nights
of
little
sleep
,
Harry
's
senses
seemed
more
alert
than
usual
.
Their
escape
from
Godric
's
Hollow
had
been
so
narrow
that
Voldemort
seemed
somehow
closer
than
before
,
more
threatening
.
As
darkness
drove
in
again
Harry
refused
Hermione
's
offer
to
keep
watch
and
told
her
to
go
to
bed
.
Harry
moved
an
old
cushion
into
the
tent
mouth
and
sat
down
,
wearing
all
the
sweaters
he
owned
but
even
so
,
still
shivery
.
The
darkness
deepened
with
the
passing
hours
until
it
was
virtually
impenetrable
.
He
was
on
the
point
of
taking
out
the
Marauder
's
Map
,
so
as
to
watch
Ginny
's
dot
for
a
while
,
before
he
remembered
that
it
was
the
Christmas
holidays
and
that
she
would
be
back
at
the
Burrow
.
Every
tiny
movement
seemed
magnified
in
the
vastness
of
the
forest
.
Harry
knew
that
it
must
be
full
of
living
creatures
,
but
he
wished
they
would
all
remain
still
and
silent
so
that
he
could
separate
their
innocent
scurryings
and
prowlings
from
noises
that
might
proclaim
other
,
sinister
movements
.
He
remembered
the
sound
of
a
cloak
slithering
over
dead
leaves
many
years
ago
,
and
at
once
thought
he
heard
it
again
before
mentally
shaking
himself
.
Their
protective
enchantments
had
worked
for
weeks
;
why
should
they
break
now
?
And
yet
he
could
not
throw
off
the
feeling
that
something
was
different
tonight
.
Several
times
he
jerked
upright
,
his
neck
aching
because
he
had
fallen
asleep
,
slumped
at
an
awkward
angle
against
the
side
of
the
tent
.
The
night
reached
such
a
depth
of
velvety
blackness
that
he
might
have
been
suspended
in
limbo
between
Disapparation
and
Apparation
.
He
had
just
held
a
hand
in
front
of
his
face
to
see
whether
he
could
make
out
his
fingers
when
it
happened
.
A
bright
silver
light
appeared
right
ahead
of
him
,
moving
through
the
trees
.
Whatever
the
source
,
it
was
moving
soundlessly
.
The
light
seemed
simply
to
drift
toward
him
.
He
jumped
to
his
feet
,
his
voice
frozen
in
his
throat
,
and
raised
Hermione
's
wand
.
He
screwed
up
his
eyes
as
the
light
became
blinding
,
the
trees
in
front
of
it
pitch
black
in
silhouette
,
and
still
the
thing
came
closer
...
And
then
the
source
of
the
light
stepped
out
from
behind
an
oak
.
It
was
a
silver
white
doe
,
moon-bright
and
dazzling
,
picking
her
way
over
the
ground
,
still
silent
,
and
leaving
no
hoofprints
in
the
fine
powdering
of
snow
.
She
stepped
toward
him
,
her
beautiful
head
with
its
wide
,
long-lashed
eyes
held
high
.
Harry
stared
at
the
creature
,
filled
with
wonder
,
not
at
her
strangeness
,
but
her
inexplicable
familiarity
.
He
felt
that
he
had
been
waiting
for
her
to
come
,
but
that
he
had
forgotten
,
until
this
moment
,
that
they
had
arranged
to
meet
.
His
impulse
to
shout
for
Hermione
,
which
had
been
so
strong
a
moment
ago
,
had
gone
.
He
knew
,
he
would
have
staked
his
life
on
it
,
that
she
had
come
for
him
,
and
him
alone
.
