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A
swarm
of
Dementors
was
gliding
amongst
the
trees
;
he
could
feel
their
chill
,
and
he
was
not
sure
he
would
be
able
to
pass
safely
through
it
.
He
had
not
strength
left
for
a
Patronus
.
He
could
no
longer
control
his
own
trembling
.
It
was
not
,
after
all
,
so
easy
to
die
.
Every
second
he
breathed
,
the
smell
of
the
grass
,
the
cool
air
on
his
face
,
was
so
precious
:
To
think
that
people
had
years
and
years
,
time
to
waste
,
so
much
time
it
dragged
,
and
he
was
clinging
to
each
second
.
At
the
same
time
he
thought
that
he
would
not
be
able
to
go
on
,
and
knew
that
he
must
.
The
long
game
was
ended
,
the
Snitch
had
been
caught
,
it
was
time
to
leave
the
air
...
The
Snitch
.
His
nerveless
fingers
fumbled
for
a
moment
with
the
pouch
at
his
neck
and
he
pulled
it
out
.
I
open
at
the
close
.
Breathing
fast
and
hard
,
he
stared
down
at
it
.
Now
that
he
wanted
time
to
move
as
slowly
as
possible
,
he
seemed
to
have
sped
up
,
and
understanding
was
coming
so
fast
it
seemed
to
have
bypassed
though
.
This
was
the
close
.
This
was
the
moment
.
He
pressed
the
golden
metal
to
his
lips
and
whispered
,
"
I
am
about
to
die
.
"
The
metal
shell
broke
open
.
He
lowered
his
shaking
hand
,
raised
Draco
's
wand
beneath
the
Cloak
,
and
murmured
,
"
Lumos
.
"
The
black
stone
with
is
jagged
crack
running
down
the
center
sat
in
the
two
halves
of
the
Snitch
.
The
Resurrection
Stone
had
cracked
down
the
vertical
line
representing
the
Elder
Wand
.
The
triangle
and
circle
representing
the
Cloak
and
the
stone
were
still
discernible
.
And
again
Harry
understood
without
having
to
think
.
It
did
not
matter
about
bringing
them
back
,
for
he
was
about
to
join
them
.
He
was
not
really
fetching
them
:
They
were
fetching
him
.
He
closed
his
eyes
and
turned
the
stone
over
in
his
hand
three
times
.
