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"
You
were
n't
.
"
Harry
said
it
as
loudly
as
he
could
,
with
all
the
force
he
could
muster
:
He
did
not
want
to
sound
afraid
.
The
Resurrection
Stone
slipped
from
between
his
numb
fingers
,
and
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eyes
he
saw
his
parents
,
Sirius
,
and
Lupin
vanish
as
he
stepped
forward
into
the
firelight
.
At
that
moment
he
felt
that
nobody
mattered
but
Voldemort
.
It
was
just
the
two
of
them
.
The
illusion
was
gone
as
soon
as
it
had
come
.
The
giants
roared
as
the
Death
Eaters
rose
together
,
and
there
were
many
cries
,
gasps
,
even
laughter
.
Voldemort
had
frozen
where
he
stood
,
but
his
red
eyes
had
found
Harry
,
and
he
stared
as
Harry
moved
toward
him
,
with
nothing
but
the
fire
between
them
.
Then
a
voice
yelled
:
"
HARRY
!
NO
!
"
He
turned
:
Hagrid
was
bound
and
trussed
,
tied
to
a
tree
nearby
.
His
massive
body
shook
the
branches
overhead
as
he
struggled
,
desperate
.
"
NO
!
NO
!
HARRY
,
WHAT
'RE
YEH
--
?
"
"
QUIET
!
"
shouted
Rowle
,
and
with
a
flick
of
his
wand
,
Hagrid
was
silenced
.
Bellatrix
,
who
had
leapt
to
her
feet
,
was
looking
eagerly
from
Voldemort
to
Harry
,
her
breast
heaving
.
The
only
things
that
moved
were
the
flames
and
the
snake
,
coiling
and
uncoiling
in
the
glittering
cage
behind
Voldemort
's
head
.
Harry
could
feel
his
wand
against
his
chest
,
but
he
made
no
attempt
to
draw
it
.
He
knew
that
the
snake
was
too
well
protected
,
knew
that
if
he
managed
to
point
the
wand
at
Nagini
,
fifty
curses
would
hit
him
first
.
And
still
,
Voldemort
and
Harry
looked
at
each
other
,
and
now
Voldemort
tilted
his
head
a
little
to
the
side
,
considering
the
boy
standing
before
him
,
and
a
singularly
mirthless
smile
curled
the
lipless
mouth
.
