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"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
he
said
in
a
thick
voice
.
"
I
'm
sorry
I
left
.
I
know
I
was
a
--
a
--
"
He
looked
around
at
the
darkness
,
as
if
hoping
a
bad
enough
word
would
swoop
down
upon
him
and
claim
him
.
"
You
've
sort
of
made
up
for
it
tonight
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
Getting
the
sword
.
Finishing
off
the
Horcrux
.
Saving
my
life
.
"
"
That
makes
me
sound
a
lot
cooler
than
I
was
,
"
Ron
mumbled
.
"
Stuff
like
that
always
sounds
cooler
than
it
really
was
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
've
been
trying
to
tell
you
that
for
years
.
"
Simultaneously
they
walked
forward
and
hugged
,
Harry
gripping
the
still-sopping
back
of
Ron
's
jacket
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
Harry
as
they
broke
apart
,
"
all
we
've
got
to
do
is
find
that
tent
again
.
"
But
it
was
not
difficult
.
Though
the
walk
through
the
dark
forest
with
the
doe
had
seemed
lengthy
,
with
Ron
by
his
side
,
the
journey
back
seemed
to
take
a
surprisingly
short
time
.
Harry
could
not
wait
to
wake
Hermione
,
and
it
was
with
quickening
excitement
that
he
entered
the
tent
,
Ron
lagging
a
little
behind
him
.
It
was
gloriously
warm
after
the
pool
and
the
forest
,
the
only
illumination
the
bluebell
flames
still
shimmering
in
a
bowl
on
the
floor
.
Hermione
was
fast
asleep
,
curled
up
under
her
blankets
,
and
did
not
move
until
Harry
had
said
her
name
several
times
.
"
Hermione
!
"
