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Mrs.
Weasley
's
eyes
filled
with
tears
as
she
smoothed
his
bed-covers
unnecessarily
.
Madam
Pomfrey
,
who
had
bustled
off
to
her
office
,
returned
holding
a
small
bottle
of
some
purple
potion
and
a
goblet
.
"
You
'll
need
to
drink
all
of
this
.
Harry
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
's
a
potion
for
dreamless
sleep
.
"
Harry
took
the
goblet
and
drank
a
few
mouthfuls
.
He
felt
himself
becoming
drowsy
at
once
.
Everything
around
him
became
hazy
;
the
lamps
around
the
hospital
wing
seemed
to
be
winking
at
him
in
a
friendly
way
through
the
screen
around
his
bed
;
his
body
felt
as
though
it
was
sinking
deeper
into
the
warmth
of
the
feather
matress
.
Before
he
could
finish
the
potion
,
before
he
could
say
another
word
,
his
exhaustion
had
carried
him
off
to
sleep
.
Harry
woke
up
,
so
warm
,
so
very
sleepy
,
that
he
did
n't
open
his
eyes
,
wanting
to
drop
off
again
.
The
room
was
still
dimly
lit
;
he
was
sure
it
was
still
nighttime
and
had
a
feeling
that
he
could
n't
have
been
asleep
very
long
.
Then
he
heard
whispering
around
him
.
"
They
'll
wake
him
if
they
do
n't
shut
up
!
"
"
What
are
they
shouting
about
?
Nothing
else
can
have
happened
,
can
it
?
"
Harry
opened
his
eyes
blearily
.
Someone
had
removed
his
glasses
.
He
could
see
the
fuzzy
outlines
of
Mrs.
Weasley
and
Bill
close
by
.
Mrs.
Weasley
was
on
her
feet
.
