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"
Stand
aside
,
you
silly
girl
...
stand
aside
,
now
...
"
"
Not
Harry
,
please
no
,
take
me
,
kill
me
instead
--
"
Numbing
,
swirling
white
mist
was
filling
Harry
's
brain
...
What
was
he
doing
?
Why
was
he
flying
?
He
needed
to
help
her
...
She
was
going
to
die
...
She
was
going
to
be
murdered
...
He
was
falling
,
falling
through
the
icy
mist
.
"
Not
Harry
!
Please
...
have
mercy
...
have
mercy
...
"
A
shrill
voice
was
laughing
,
the
woman
was
screaming
,
and
Harry
knew
no
more
.
"
Lucky
the
ground
was
so
soft
.
"
"
I
thought
he
was
dead
for
sure
.
"
"
But
he
did
n't
even
break
his
glasses
.
"
Harry
could
hear
the
voices
whispering
,
but
they
made
no
sense
whatsoever
.
He
did
n't
have
a
clue
where
he
was
,
or
how
he
'd
got
there
,
or
what
he
'd
been
doing
before
he
got
there
.
All
he
knew
was
that
every
inch
of
him
was
aching
as
though
it
had
been
beaten
.
