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Though
he
would
miss
Bill
,
Fleur
,
Luna
,
and
Dean
,
not
to
mention
the
home
comforts
they
had
enjoyed
over
the
last
few
weeks
,
Harry
was
looking
forward
to
escaping
the
confinement
of
Shell
Cottage
.
He
was
tired
of
trying
to
make
sure
that
they
were
not
overheard
,
tired
of
being
shut
in
the
tiny
,
dark
bedroom
.
Most
of
all
,
he
longed
to
be
rid
of
Griphook
.
However
,
precisely
how
and
when
they
were
to
part
from
the
goblin
without
handing
over
Gryffindor
's
sword
remained
a
question
to
which
Harry
had
no
answer
.
It
had
been
impossible
to
decide
how
they
were
going
to
do
it
,
because
the
goblin
rarely
left
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
alone
together
for
more
than
five
minutes
at
a
time
.
"
He
could
give
my
mother
lessons
,
"
growled
Ron
,
as
the
goblin
's
long
fingers
kept
appearing
around
the
edges
of
doors
.
With
Bill
's
warning
in
mind
,
Harry
could
not
help
suspecting
that
Griphook
was
on
the
watch
for
possible
skullduggery
.
Hermione
disapproved
so
heartily
of
the
planned
double-cross
that
Harry
had
given
up
attempting
to
pick
her
brains
on
how
best
to
do
it
.
Ron
,
on
the
rare
occasions
that
they
had
been
able
to
snatch
a
few
Griphook-free
moments
,
had
come
up
with
nothing
better
than
"
We
'll
just
have
to
wing
it
,
mate
.
"
Harry
slept
badly
that
night
.
Lying
away
in
the
early
hours
,
he
thought
back
to
the
way
he
had
felt
the
night
before
they
had
infiltrated
the
Ministry
of
Magic
and
remembered
a
determination
,
almost
an
excitement
.
Now
he
was
experiencing
jolts
of
anxiety
nagging
doubts
:
He
could
not
shake
off
the
fear
that
it
was
all
going
to
go
wrong
.
He
kept
telling
himself
that
their
plan
was
good
,
that
Griphook
knew
what
they
were
facing
,
that
they
were
well-prepared
for
all
the
difficulties
they
were
likely
to
encounter
,
yet
still
he
felt
uneasy
.
Once
or
twice
he
heard
Ron
stir
and
was
sure
that
he
too
was
awake
,
but
they
were
sharing
the
sitting
room
with
Dean
,
so
Harry
did
not
speak
.
It
was
a
relief
when
six
o-clock
arrived
and
they
could
slip
out
of
their
sleeping
bags
,
dress
in
the
semidarkness
,
then
creep
out
into
the
garden
,
where
they
were
to
meet
Hermione
and
Griphook
.
The
dawn
was
chilly
,
but
there
was
little
wind
now
that
it
was
May
.
Harry
looked
up
at
the
stars
still
glimmering
palely
in
the
dark
sky
and
listened
to
the
sea
washing
backward
and
forward
against
the
cliff
:
He
was
going
to
miss
the
sound
.
Small
green
shoots
were
forcing
their
way
up
through
the
red
earth
of
Dobby
's
grave
now
,
in
a
year
's
time
the
mound
would
be
covered
in
flowers
.
The
white
stone
that
bore
the
elf
's
name
had
already
acquired
a
weathered
look
.
He
realized
now
that
they
could
hardly
have
laid
Dobby
to
rest
in
a
more
beautiful
place
,
but
Harry
ached
with
sadness
to
think
of
leaving
him
behind
.
Looking
down
on
the
grave
,
he
wondered
yet
again
how
the
elf
had
known
where
to
come
to
rescue
them
.
His
fingers
moved
absentmindedly
to
the
little
pouch
still
strung
around
his
neck
,
thorough
which
he
could
feel
the
jagged
mirror
fragment
in
which
he
had
been
sure
he
had
seen
Dumbledore
's
eye
.
Then
the
sound
of
a
door
opening
made
him
look
around
.
Bellatrix
Lestrange
was
striding
across
the
lawn
toward
them
,
accompanied
by
Griphook
.
As
she
walked
,
she
was
tucking
the
small
,
beaded
bag
into
the
inside
pocket
of
another
set
of
the
old
robes
they
had
taken
from
Grimmauld
Place
.
Though
Harry
knew
perfectly
well
that
it
was
really
Hermione
,
he
could
not
suppress
a
shiver
of
loathing
.
She
was
taller
than
he
was
,
her
long
black
hair
rippling
down
her
back
,
her
heavily
lidded
eyes
disdainful
as
they
rested
upon
him
;
but
then
she
spoke
,
and
he
heard
Hermione
through
Bellatrix
's
low
voice
.
"
She
tasted
disgusting
,
worse
than
Gurdyroots
!
Okay
,
Ron
,
come
here
so
I
can
do
you
...
"
"
Right
,
but
remember
,
I
do
n't
like
the
beard
too
long
--
"
"
Oh
,
for
heaven
's
sake
,
this
is
n't
about
looking
handsome
--
"
