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"
Harry
!
"
came
Wood
's
anguished
yell
from
the
Gryffindor
goal
posts
.
"
Harry
,
behind
you
!
"
Harry
looked
wildly
around
.
Cedric
Diggory
was
pelting
up
the
field
,
and
a
tiny
speck
of
gold
was
shimmering
in
the
rain-filled
air
between
them
...
With
a
jolt
of
panic
,
Harry
threw
himself
flat
to
the
broom
handle
and
zoomed
toward
the
Snitch
.
"
Come
on
!
"
he
growled
at
his
Nimbus
as
the
rain
whipped
his
face
.
"
Faster
!
"
But
something
odd
was
happening
.
An
eerie
silence
was
falling
across
the
stadium
.
The
wind
,
though
as
strong
as
ever
,
was
forgetting
to
roar
.
It
was
as
though
someone
had
turned
off
the
sound
,
as
though
Harry
had
gone
suddenly
deaf
--
what
was
going
on
?
And
then
a
horribly
familiar
wave
of
cold
swept
over
him
,
inside
him
,
just
as
he
became
aware
of
something
moving
on
the
field
below
...
Before
he
'd
had
time
to
think
,
Harry
had
taken
his
eyes
off
the
Snitch
and
looked
down
.
At
least
a
hundred
Dementors
,
their
hidden
faces
pointing
up
at
him
,
were
standing
beneath
him
.
It
was
as
though
freezing
water
were
rising
in
his
chest
,
cutting
at
his
insides
.
And
then
he
heard
it
again
...
Someone
was
screaming
,
screaming
inside
his
head
...
a
woman
...
"
Not
Harry
,
not
Harry
,
please
not
Harry
!
"
