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"
I
wan
na
help
--
I
wan
na
kill
Death
Eaters
--
"
His
face
was
contorted
,
smeared
with
dust
and
smoke
,
and
he
was
shaking
with
rage
and
grief
.
"
Ron
,
we
're
the
only
ones
who
can
end
it
!
Please
--
Ron
--
we
need
the
snake
,
we
've
got
to
kill
the
snake
!
"
said
Hermione
.
But
Harry
knew
how
Ron
felt
:
Pursuing
another
Horcrux
could
not
bring
the
satisfaction
of
revenge
;
he
too
wanted
to
fight
,
to
punish
them
,
the
people
who
had
killed
Fred
,
and
he
wanted
to
find
the
other
Weasleys
,
and
above
all
make
sure
,
make
quite
sure
,
that
Ginny
was
not
--
but
he
could
not
permit
that
idea
to
form
in
his
mind
--
"
We
will
fight
!
"
Hermione
said
.
"
We
'll
have
to
,
to
reach
the
snake
!
But
let
's
not
lose
sight
now
of
what
we
're
supposed
to
be
d-doing
!
We
're
the
only
ones
who
can
end
it
!
"
She
was
crying
too
,
and
she
wiped
her
face
on
her
torn
and
singed
sleeve
as
she
spoke
,
but
she
took
great
heaving
breaths
to
calm
herself
as
,
still
keeping
a
tight
hold
on
Ron
,
she
turned
to
Harry
.
"
You
need
to
find
out
where
Voldemort
is
,
because
he
'll
have
the
snake
with
him
,
wo
n't
he
?
Do
it
,
Harry
--
look
inside
him
!
"
Why
was
it
so
easy
?
Because
his
scar
had
been
burning
for
hours
,
yearning
to
show
him
Voldemort
's
thoughts
?
He
closed
his
eyes
on
her
command
,
and
at
once
,
the
screams
and
bangs
and
all
the
discordant
sounds
of
the
battle
were
drowned
until
they
became
distant
,
as
though
he
stood
far
,
far
away
from
them
...
He
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
a
desolate
but
strangely
familiar
room
,
with
peeling
paper
on
the
walls
and
all
the
windows
boarded
up
except
for
one
.
The
sounds
of
the
assault
on
the
castle
were
muffled
and
distant
.
The
single
unblocked
window
revealed
distant
bursts
of
light
where
the
castle
stood
,
but
inside
the
room
was
dark
except
for
a
solitary
oil
lamp
.
He
was
rolling
his
wand
between
his
fingers
,
watching
it
,
his
thoughts
on
the
room
in
the
castle
,
the
secret
room
only
he
had
ever
found
,
the
room
,
like
the
chamber
,
that
you
had
to
be
clever
and
cunning
and
inquisitive
to
discover
...
He
was
confident
that
the
boy
would
not
find
the
diadem
...
although
Dumbledore
's
puppet
had
come
much
farther
than
he
ever
expected
...
too
far
...
"
My
Lord
,
"
said
a
voice
,
desperate
and
cracked
.
He
turned
:
there
was
Lucius
Malfoy
sitting
in
the
darkest
corner
,
ragged
and
still
bearing
the
marks
of
the
punishment
he
had
received
after
the
boy
's
last
escape
.
One
of
his
eyes
remained
closed
and
puffy
.
"
My
Lord
...
please
...
my
son
...
"
