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"
Seize
him
!
SEIZE
HIM
!
"
shrieked
Voldemort
again
,
and
Quirrell
lunged
,
knocking
Harry
clean
off
his
feet
landing
on
top
of
him
,
both
hands
around
Harry
's
neck
--
Harry
's
scar
was
almost
blinding
him
with
pain
,
yet
he
could
see
Quirrell
howling
in
agony
.
"
Master
,
I
can
not
hold
him
--
my
hands
--
my
hands
!
"
And
Quirrell
,
though
pinning
Harry
to
the
ground
with
his
knees
,
let
go
of
his
neck
and
stared
,
bewildered
,
at
his
own
palms
--
Harry
could
see
they
looked
burned
,
raw
,
red
,
and
shiny
.
"
Then
kill
him
,
fool
,
and
be
done
!
"
screeched
Voldemort
.
Quirrell
raised
his
hand
to
perform
a
deadly
curse
,
but
Harry
,
by
instinct
,
reached
up
and
grabbed
Quirrell
's
face
--
"
AAAARGH
!
"
Quirrell
rolled
off
him
,
his
face
blistering
,
too
,
and
then
Harry
knew
:
Quirrell
could
n't
touch
his
bare
skin
,
not
without
suffering
terrible
pain
--
his
only
chance
was
to
keep
hold
of
Quirrell
,
keep
him
in
enough
pain
to
stop
him
from
doing
a
curse
.
Harry
jumped
to
his
feet
,
caught
Quirrell
by
the
arm
,
and
hung
on
as
tight
as
he
could
.
Quirrell
screamed
and
tried
to
throw
Harry
off
--
the
pain
in
Harry
's
head
was
building
--
he
could
n't
see
--
he
could
only
hear
Quirrell
's
terrible
shrieks
and
Voldemort
's
yells
of
,
"
KILL
HIM
!
KILL
HIM
!
"
and
other
voices
,
maybe
in
Harry
's
own
head
,
crying
,
"
Harry
!
Harry
!
"
He
felt
Quirrell
's
arm
wrenched
from
his
grasp
,
knew
all
was
lost
,
and
fell
into
blackness
,
down
...
down
...
down
...
Something
gold
was
glinting
just
above
him
.
The
Snitch
!
He
tried
to
catch
it
,
but
his
arms
were
too
heavy
.
