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James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small
ones whining in the orphanage --
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then he broke. He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself,Puma Ducati,
not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was trapped screaming, but far
away ... far away ...
"No," he moaned.
The snake rustled on the filthy, cluttered floor, and he had killed the boy,puma shoes sale, and yet he was
the boy ...
"No..."
And now he stood at the broken window of Bathilda's house, immersed in memories of
his greatest loss, and at his feet the great snake slithered over broken china and glass... He
looked down and saw something... something incredible...
"No..."
"Harry, it's all right, you're all right!"
He stooped down and picked up the smashed photograph. There he was, the unknown
thief, the thief he was seeking...
"No... I dropped it... I dropped it ..."
"Harry, it's okay, wake up,Puma Running, wake up!"
He was Harry... Harry, not Voldemort ... and the thing that was rustling was not a snake ...
He opened his eyes.
"Harry," Hermione whispered. "Do you feel all -- all right?"
"Yes," he lied.
He was in the tent, lying on one of the lower bunks beneath a heap of blankets. He could
tell that it was almost dawn by the stillness and quality of the cold, flat light beyond the
canvas ceiling. He was drenched in sweat; he could feel it on the sheets and blankets.
"We got away."
"Yes," said Hermione. "I had to use a Hover Charm to get you into your bunk. I couldn't
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lift you. You've been ... Well, you haven't been quite ..."
There were purple shadows under her brown eyes and he noticed a small sponge in her
hand: She had been wiping his face.
"You've been ill," she finished. "Quite ill."
"How long ago did we leave?"