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Thrashing
,
suffocating
,
he
scrabbled
at
the
strangling
chain
,
his
frozen
fingers
unable
to
loosen
it
,
and
now
little
lights
were
popping
inside
his
head
,
and
he
was
going
to
drown
,
there
was
nothing
left
,
nothing
he
could
do
,
and
the
arms
that
closed
around
his
chest
were
surely
Death
's
...
Choking
and
retching
,
soaking
and
colder
than
he
had
ever
been
in
his
life
,
he
came
to
facedown
in
the
snow
.
Somewhere
,
close
by
,
another
person
was
panting
and
coughing
and
staggering
around
,
as
she
had
come
when
the
snake
attacked
...
Yet
it
did
not
sound
like
her
,
not
with
those
deep
coughs
,
no
judging
by
the
weight
of
the
footsteps
...
Harry
had
no
strength
to
lift
his
head
and
see
his
savior
's
identity
.
All
he
could
do
was
raise
a
shaking
hand
to
his
throat
and
feel
the
place
where
the
locket
had
cut
tightly
into
his
flesh
.
It
was
gone
.
Someone
had
cut
him
free
.
Then
a
panting
voice
spoke
from
over
his
head
.
"
Are
--
you
--
mental
?
"
Nothing
but
the
shock
of
hearing
that
voice
could
have
given
Harry
the
strength
to
get
up
.
Shivering
violently
,
he
staggered
to
his
feet
.
There
before
him
stood
Ron
,
fully
dressed
but
drenched
to
the
skin
,
his
hair
plastered
to
his
face
,
the
sword
of
Gryffindor
in
one
hand
and
the
Horcrux
dangling
from
its
broken
chain
in
the
other
.
"
Why
the
hell
,
"
panted
Ron
,
holding
up
the
Horcrux
,
which
swung
backward
and
forward
on
its
shortened
chain
in
some
parody
of
hypnosis
,
"
did
n't
you
take
the
thing
off
before
you
dived
?
"
Harry
could
not
answer
.
The
silver
doe
was
nothing
,
nothing
compared
with
Ron
's
reappearance
;
he
could
not
believe
it
.
Shuddering
with
cold
,
he
caught
up
the
pile
of
clothes
still
lying
at
the
water
's
edge
and
began
to
pull
them
on
.
As
he
dragged
sweater
after
sweater
over
his
head
,
Harry
stared
at
Ron
,
half
expecting
him
to
have
disappeared
every
time
he
lost
sight
of
him
,
and
yet
he
had
to
be
real
:
He
had
just
dived
into
the
pool
,
he
had
saved
Harry
's
life
.
"
It
was
y-you
?
"
Harry
said
at
last
,
his
teeth
chattering
,
his
voice
weaker
than
usual
due
to
his
near-strangulation
.
"
Well
,
yeah
,
"
said
Ron
,
looking
slightly
confused
.
