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With
fumbling
fingers
Harry
started
to
remove
his
many
layers
of
clothing
.
Where
"
chivalry
"
entered
into
this
,
he
thought
ruefully
,
he
was
not
entirely
sure
,
unless
it
counted
as
chivalrous
that
he
was
not
calling
for
Hermione
to
do
it
in
his
stead
.
An
owl
hooted
somewhere
as
he
stripped
off
,
and
he
thought
with
a
pang
of
Hedwig
.
He
was
shivering
now
,
his
teeth
chattering
horribly
,
and
yet
he
continued
to
strip
off
until
at
last
he
stood
there
in
his
underwear
,
barefooted
in
the
snow
.
He
placed
the
pouch
containing
his
wand
,
his
mother
's
letter
,
the
shard
of
Sirius
's
mirror
,
and
the
old
Snitch
on
top
of
his
clothes
,
then
he
pointed
Hermione
's
wand
at
the
ice
.
"
Diffindo
.
"
It
cracked
with
a
sound
like
a
bullet
in
the
silence
.
The
surface
of
the
pool
broke
and
chunks
of
dark
ice
rocked
on
the
ruffled
water
.
As
far
as
Harry
could
judge
,
it
was
not
deep
,
but
to
retrieve
the
sword
he
would
have
to
submerge
himself
completely
.
Contemplating
the
task
ahead
would
not
make
it
easier
or
the
water
warmer
.
He
stepped
to
the
pool
's
edge
and
placed
Hermione
's
wand
on
the
ground
still
lit
.
Then
,
trying
not
to
imagine
how
much
colder
he
was
about
to
become
or
how
violently
he
would
soon
be
shivering
,
he
jumped
.
Every
pore
of
his
body
screamed
in
protest
.
The
very
air
in
his
lungs
seemed
to
freeze
solid
as
he
was
submerged
to
his
shoulders
in
the
frozen
water
.
He
could
hardly
breathe
:
trembling
so
violently
the
water
lapped
over
the
edges
of
the
pool
,
he
felt
for
the
blade
with
his
numb
feet
.
He
only
wanted
to
dive
once
.
Harry
put
off
the
moment
of
total
submersion
from
second
to
second
,
gasping
and
shaking
,
until
he
told
himself
that
it
must
be
done
,
gathered
all
his
courage
,
and
dived
.
The
cold
was
agony
:
It
attacked
him
like
fire
.
His
brain
itself
seemed
to
have
frozen
as
he
pushed
through
the
dark
water
to
the
bottom
and
reached
out
,
groping
for
the
sword
.
His
fingers
closed
around
the
hilt
;
he
pulled
it
upward
.
Then
something
closed
tight
around
his
neck
.
He
thought
of
water
weeds
,
though
nothing
had
brushed
him
as
he
dived
,
and
raised
his
hand
to
free
himself
.
It
was
not
weed
:
The
chain
of
the
Horcrux
had
tightened
and
was
slowly
constricting
his
windpipe
.
Harry
kicked
out
wildly
,
trying
to
push
himself
back
to
the
surface
,
but
merely
propelled
himself
into
the
rocky
side
of
the
pool
.
