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Harry, it's okay, wake up, wake up!"
He was Harry... Harry, not Voldemort ... and the thing that was rustling was not a snake ... He opened his eyes.
"Yes," said Hermione. "I had to use a Hover Charm to get you into your bunk. I couldn't lift you. You've been ... Well, you haven't been quite ..." There were purple shadows under her brown eyes and he
"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."
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