Godric’s Hollow

WhenHarrywokethefollowingdayitwasseveralsecondsbeforeherememberedwhathadhappened.Thenhehoped,childishly,thatithadbeenadream,thatRonwasstillthereandhadneverleft.YetbyturninghisheadonhispillowhecouldseeRon’sdesertedbunk.Itwaslikeadeadbodyinthewayitseemedtodrawhiseyes.Harryjumpeddownfromhisownbed,keepinghiseyesavertedfromRon’s.Hermione,whowasalreadybusyinthekitchen,didnotwishHarrygoodmorning,butturnedherfaceawayquicklyashewentby.

He’sgone,Harrytoldhimself.He’sgone.Hehadtokeepthinkingitashewashedanddressed,asthoughrepetitionwoulddulltheshockofit.He’sgoneandhe’snotcomingback.Andthatwasthesimpletruthofit,Harryknew,becausetheirprotectiveenchantmentsmeantthatitwouldbeimpossible,oncetheyvacatedthisspot,forRontofindthemagain.

HeandHermioneatebreakfastinsilence.Hermione’seyeswerepuffyandred;shelookedasifshehadnotslept.Theypackeduptheirthings,Hermionedawdling.Harryknewwhyshewantedtospinouttheirtimeontheriverbank;severaltimeshesawherlookupeagerly,andhewassureshehaddeludedherselfintothinkingthatsheheardfootstepsthroughtheheavyrain,butnored-hairedfigureappearedbetweenthetrees.EverytimeHarryimitatedher,lookedaround(forhecouldnothelphopingalittle,himself)andsawnothingbutrain-sweptwoods,anotherlittleparceloffuryexplodedinsidehim.

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