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Harry
pulled
the
Extendable
Ear
out
of
his
own
,
his
heart
hammering
very
fast
and
heat
rushing
up
his
face
.
He
looked
around
at
the
others
.
They
were
all
staring
at
him
,
the
strings
still
trailing
from
their
ears
,
looking
suddenly
fearful
.
Was
this
why
Dumbledore
would
no
longer
meet
Harry
's
eyes
?
Did
he
expect
to
see
Voldemort
staring
out
of
them
,
afraid
,
perhaps
,
that
their
vivid
green
might
turn
suddenly
to
scarlet
,
with
catlike
slits
for
pupils
?
Harry
remembered
how
the
snakelike
face
of
Voldemort
had
once
forced
itself
out
of
the
back
of
Professor
Quirrell
's
head
and
ran
his
hand
over
the
back
of
his
own
,
wondering
what
it
would
feel
like
if
Voldemort
burst
out
of
his
skull
.
He
felt
dirty
,
contaminated
,
as
though
he
were
carrying
some
deadly
germ
,
unworthy
to
sit
on
the
Underground
train
back
from
the
hospital
with
innocent
,
clean
people
whose
minds
and
bodies
were
free
of
the
taint
of
Voldemort
...
he
had
not
merely
seen
the
snake
,
he
had
been
the
snake
,
he
knew
it
now
...
A
truly
terrible
thought
then
occurred
to
him
,
a
memory
bobbing
to
the
surface
of
his
mind
,
one
that
made
his
insides
writhe
and
squirm
like
serpents
.
What
's
he
after
,
apart
from
followers
?
Stuff
he
can
only
get
by
stealth
...
like
a
weapon
.
Something
he
did
n't
have
last
time
.
I
'm
the
weapon
,
Harry
thought
,
and
it
was
as
though
poison
were
pumping
through
his
veins
,
chilling
him
,
bringing
him
out
in
a
sweat
as
he
swayed
with
the
train
through
the
dark
tunnel
.
I
'm
the
one
Voldemort
's
trying
to
use
,
that
's
why
they
've
got
guards
around
me
everywhere
I
go
,
it
's
not
for
my
protection
,
it
's
for
other
people
's
,
only
it
's
not
working
,
they
ca
n't
have
someone
on
me
all
the
time
at
Hogwarts
...
I
did
attack
Mr.
Weasley
last
night
,
it
was
me
.
Voldemort
made
me
do
it
and
he
could
be
inside
me
,
listening
to
my
thought
's
right
now
--
'
'
Are
you
all
right
,
Harry
,
dear
?
'
whispered
Mrs.
Weasley
,
leaning
across
Ginny
to
speak
to
him
as
the
train
rattled
along
through
its
dark
tunnel
.
'
You
do
n't
look
very
well
.
Are
you
feeling
sick
?
'
They
were
all
watching
him
.
He
shook
his
head
violently
and
stared
up
at
an
advertisement
for
home
insurance
.
