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He
had
shaken
his
head
and
made
to
turn
away
when
she
spoke
in
a
low
voice
.
"
I
stole
the
diadem
from
my
mother
.
"
"
You
--
you
did
what
?
"
"
I
stole
the
diadem
,
"
repeated
Helena
Ravenclaw
in
a
whisper
.
"
I
sought
to
make
myself
cleverer
,
more
important
than
my
mother
.
I
ran
away
with
it
.
"
He
did
not
know
how
he
had
managed
to
gain
her
confidence
and
did
not
ask
,
he
simply
listened
,
hard
,
as
she
went
on
.
"
My
mother
,
they
say
,
never
admitted
that
the
diadem
was
gone
,
but
pretended
that
she
had
it
still
.
She
concealed
her
loss
,
my
dreadful
betrayal
,
even
from
the
other
founders
of
Hogwarts
.
"
Then
my
mother
fell
ill
--
fatally
ill
.
In
spite
of
my
perfidy
,
she
was
desperate
to
see
me
one
more
time
.
She
sent
a
man
who
had
long
loved
me
,
though
I
spurned
his
advances
,
to
find
me
.
She
knew
that
he
would
not
rest
until
he
had
done
so
.
"
Harry
waited
.
She
drew
a
deep
breath
and
threw
back
her
head
.
"
He
tracked
me
to
the
forest
where
I
was
hiding
.
When
I
refused
to
return
with
him
,
he
became
violent
.
The
baron
was
always
a
hot-tempered
man
.
Furious
at
my
refusal
,
jealous
of
my
freedom
,
he
stabbed
me
.
"
"
The
Baron
?
You
mean
--
?
"
