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"
It
's
not
me
I
'm
worried
for
!
"
said
Harry
.
"
We
know
that
,
"
said
Mr.
Weasley
quietly
,
"
but
it
would
make
our
efforts
tonight
seem
rather
pointless
if
you
left
.
"
"
Yer
not
goin
'
anywhere
,
"
growled
Hagrid
.
"
Blimey
,
Harry
,
after
all
we
wen
'
through
ter
get
you
here
?
"
"
Yeah
,
what
about
my
bleeding
ear
?
"
said
George
,
hoisting
himself
up
on
his
cushions
.
"
I
know
that
--
"
"
Mad-Eye
would
n't
want
--
"
"
I
KNOW
!
"
Harry
bellowed
.
He
felt
beleaguered
and
blackmailed
:
Did
they
think
he
did
not
know
what
they
had
done
for
him
,
did
n't
they
understand
that
it
was
for
precisely
that
reason
that
he
wanted
to
go
now
,
before
they
had
to
suffer
any
more
on
his
behalf
?
There
was
a
long
and
awkward
silence
in
which
his
scar
continued
to
prickle
and
throb
,
and
which
was
broken
at
last
by
Mrs.
Weasley
.
"
Where
's
Hedwig
,
Harry
?
"
she
said
coaxingly
.
"
We
can
put
her
up
with
Pidwidgeon
and
give
her
something
to
eat
.
"
His
insides
clenched
like
a
fist
.
He
could
not
tell
her
the
truth
.
He
drank
the
last
of
his
firewhisky
to
avoid
answering
.
