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"
Harry
Potter
,
"
he
said
very
softly
His
voice
might
have
been
part
of
the
spitting
fire
.
"
The
Boy
Who
Lived
.
"
None
of
the
Death
Eaters
moved
.
They
were
waiting
:
Everything
was
waiting
.
Hagrid
was
struggling
,
and
Bellatrix
was
panting
,
and
Harry
thought
inexplicably
of
Ginny
,
and
her
blazing
look
,
and
the
feel
of
her
lips
on
his
--
Voldemort
had
raised
his
wand
.
His
head
was
still
tilted
to
one
side
,
like
a
curious
child
,
wondering
what
would
happen
if
he
proceeded
.
Harry
looked
back
into
the
red
eyes
,
and
wanted
it
to
happen
now
,
quickly
,
while
he
could
still
stand
,
before
he
lost
control
,
before
he
betrayed
fear
--
He
saw
the
mouth
move
and
a
flash
of
green
light
,
and
everything
was
gone
.
He
lay
facedown
,
listening
to
the
silence
.
He
was
perfectly
alone
.
Nobody
was
watching
.
Nobody
else
was
there
.
He
was
not
perfectly
sure
that
he
was
there
himself
.
A
long
time
later
,
or
maybe
no
time
at
all
,
it
came
to
him
that
he
must
exist
,
must
be
more
than
disembodied
thought
,
because
he
was
lying
,
definitely
lying
,
on
some
surface
.
Therefore
he
had
a
sense
of
touch
,
and
the
thing
against
which
he
lay
existed
too
.
Almost
as
soon
as
he
had
reached
this
conclusion
,
Harry
became
conscious
that
he
was
naked
.
Convinced
as
he
was
of
his
total
solitude
,
this
did
not
concern
him
,
but
it
did
intrigue
him
slightly
.
He
wondered
whether
,
as
he
could
feel
,
he
would
be
able
to
see
.
In
opening
them
,
he
discovered
that
he
had
eyes
.
He
lay
in
a
bright
mist
,
though
it
was
not
like
mist
he
had
ever
experienced
before
.
His
surroundings
were
not
hidden
by
cloudy
vapor
;
rather
the
cloudy
vapor
had
not
yet
formed
into
surroundings
.
The
floor
on
which
he
lay
seemed
to
be
white
,
neither
warm
nor
cold
,
but
simply
there
,
a
flat
,
blank
something
on
which
to
be
.
He
sat
up
.
His
body
appeared
unscathed
.
He
touched
his
face
.
He
was
not
wearing
glasses
anymore
.
