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even；　now　that　Kreacher　was　so　much　happier　and　friendlier；　a　kind　of　home。　With　a　twinge　of　regret　that　had　nothing　to　do　with　food；　Harry　imagined　the　house…elf　busying　himself　over　the　steak…and…kidney　pie　that　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　would　never　eat。
〃Harry；　I'm　sorry；　I'm　so　sorry！〃
〃Don't　be　stupid；　it　wasn't　your　fault！　If　anything；　it　was　mine。　。　。　。〃
Harry　put　his　hand　in　his　pocket　and　drew　out　Mad…Eye's　eye。　Hermione　recoiled；　looking　horrified。
〃Umbridge　had　stuck　it　to　her　office　door；　to　spy　on　people。　I　couldn't　leave　it　there　。　。　。　but　that's　how　they　knew　there　were　intruders。〃
Before　Hermione　could　answer；　Ron　groaned　and　opened　his　eyes。　He　was　still　gray　and　his　face　glistened　with　sweat。
〃How　d'you　feel？〃　Hermione　whispered。
〃Lousy；〃　croaked　Ron；　wincing　as　he　felt　his　injured　arm。　〃Where　are　we？〃
〃In　the　woods　where　they　held　the　Quidditch　World　Cup；〃　said　Hermione。　〃I　wanted　somewhere　enclosed；　undercover；　and　this　was　…〃
〃…　the　first　place　you　thought　of；〃　Harry　finished　for　her；　glancing　around　at　the　apparently　deserted　glade。　He　could　not　help　remembering　what　had　happened　the　last　time　they　had　Apparated　to　the　first　place　Hermione　had　thought　of　…　how　Death　Eaters　had　found　them　within　minutes。　Had　it　been　Legilimency？　Did　Voldemort　or　his　henchmen　know；　even　now；　where　Hermione　had　taken　them？
〃D'you　reckon　we　should　move　on？〃　Ron　asked　Harry；　and　Harry　could　tell　by　the　look　on　Ron's　face　that　he　was　thinking　the　same。
〃I　dunno。〃　Ron　still　looked　pale　and　clammy。　He　had　made　no　attempt　to　sit　up　and　it　looked　as　though　he　was　too　weak　to　do　so。　The　prospect　of　moving　him　was　daunting。
〃Let's　stay　here　for　now；〃　Harry　said。
Looking　relieved；　Hermione　sprang　to　her　feet。
〃Where　are　you　going？〃　asked　Ron。
〃If　we're　staying；　we　should　put　some　protective　enchantments　around　the　place；〃　she　replied；　and　raising　her　wand；　she　began　to　walk　in　a　wide　circle　around　Harry　and　Ron；　murmuring　incantations　as　she　went。　Harry　saw　little　disturbances　in　the　surrounding　air：　It　was　as　if　Hermione　had　cast　a　heat　haze　upon　their　clearing。
〃iSalvio　Hexia　。　。　。　Protego　Totalum　。　。　。　Repello　Muggletum　。　。　。　Muffliato　。　。　。i　You　could　get　out　the　tent；　Harry。　。　。　。〃
〃Tent？〃
〃In　the　bag！〃
〃In　the　。　。　。　of　course；〃　said　Harry。
He　did　not　bother　to　grope　inside　it　this　time；　but　used　another　Summoning　Charm。　The　tent　emerged　in　a　lumpy　mass　of　canvas；　ropes；　and　poles。　Harry　recognized　it；　partly　because　of　the　smell　of　cats；　as　the　same　tent　in　which　they　had　slept　on　the　night　of　the　Quidditch　World　Cup。
〃I　thought　this　belonged　to　that　bloke　Perkins　at　the　Ministry？〃　he　asked；　starting　to　disentangle　the　pent　pegs。
〃Apparently　he　didn't　want　it　back；　his　lumbago's　so　bad；〃　said　Hermione；　now　performing　complicated　figure…of…eight　movements　with　her　wand。　〃so　Ron's　dad　said　I　could　borrow　it。　iErecto！i〃　she　added；　pointing　her　wand　at　the　misshapen　canvas；　which　in　one　fluid　motion　rose　into　the　air　and　settled；　fully　constructed；　onto　the　ground　before　Harry；　out　of　whose　startled　hands　a　tent　peg　soared；　to　land　with　a　final　thud　at　the　end　of　a　guy　rope。
〃iCave　Inimicum；i〃　Hermione　finished　with　a　skyward　flourish。　〃That's　as　much　as　I　can　do。　At　the　very　least；　we　should　know　they're　coming；　I　can't　guarantee　it　will　keep　out　Vol　…〃
〃Don't　say　the　name！〃　Ron　cut　across　her；　his　voice　harsh。
Harry　and　Hermione　looked　at　each　other。
〃I'm　sorry；〃　Ron　said；　moaning　a　little　as　he　raised　himself　to　look　at　them；　〃but　it　feels　like　a　…　a　jinx　or　something。　Can't　we　call　him　You…Know…Who　…　please？〃
〃Dumbledore　said　fear　of　a　name　…〃　began　Harry。
〃In　case　you　hadn't　noticed；　mate；　calling　You…Know…Who　by　his　name　didn't　do　Dumbledore　much　good　in　the　end；〃　Ron　snapped　back。　〃Just　…　just　show　You…Know…Who　some　respect；　will　you？〃
〃iRespect？i〃　Harry　repeated；　but　Hermione　shot　him　a　warning　look；　apparently　he　was　not　to　argue　with　Ron　while　the　latter　was　in　such　a　weakened　condition。
Harry　and　Hermione　half　carried；　half　dragged　Ron　through　the　entrance　of　the　tent。　The　interior　was　exactly　as　Harry　remembered　it；　a　small　flat；　complete　with　bathroom　and　tiny　kitchen。　He　shoved　aside　an　old　armchair　and　lowered　Ron　carefully　onto　the　lower　berth　of　a　bunk　bed。　Even　this　very　short　journey　had　turned　Ron　whiter　still；　and　once　they　had　settled　him　on　the　mattress　he　closed　his　eyes　again　and　did　not　speak　for　a　while。
〃I'll　make　some　tea；〃　said　Hermione　breathlessly；　pulling　kettle　and　mugs　from　the　depths　of　her　bag　and　heading　toward　the　kitchen。
Harry　found　the　hot　drink　as　welcome　as　the　firewhisky　had　been　on　the　night　that　Mad…Eye　had　died；　it　seemed　to　burn　away　a　little　of　the　fear　fluttering　in　his　chest。　After　a　minute　or　two；　Ron　broke　the　silence。
〃What　d'you　reckon　happened　to　the　Cattermoles？〃
〃With　any　luck；　they'll　have　got　away；〃　said　Hermione；　clutching　her　hot　mug　for　comfort。　〃As　long　as　Mr。　Cattermole　had　his　wits　about　him；　he'll　have　transported　Mrs。　Cattermole　by　Side…Along…Apparition　and　they'll　be　fleeing　the　country　right　now　with　their　children。　That's　what　Harry　told　her　to　do。〃
〃Blimey；　I　hope　they　escaped；〃　said　Ron；　leaning　back　on　his　pillows。　The　tea　seemed　to　be　doing　him　good；　a　little　of　his　color　had　returned。　〃I　didn't　get　the　feeling　Reg　Cattermole　was　all　that　quick…witted；　though；　the　way　everyone　was　talking　to　me　when　I　was　him。　God；　I　hope　they　made　it。　。　。　。　If　they　both　end　up　in　Azkaban　because　of　us　。　。　。〃
Harry　looked　over　at　Hermione　and　the　question　he　had　been　about　to　ask　…　about　whether　Mrs。　Cattermole's　lack　of　a　wand　would　prevent　her　Apparating　alongside　her　husband　…　died　in　his　throat。　Hermione　was　watching　Ron　fret　over　the　fate　of　the　Cattermoles；　and　there　was　such　tenderness　in　her　expression　that　Harry　felt　almost　as　if　he　had　surprised　her　in　the　act　of　kissing　him。
〃So；　have　you　got　it？〃　Harry　asked　her；　partly　to　remind　her　that　he　was　there。
〃Got　…　got　what？〃　she　said　with　a　little　start。
〃What　did　we　just　go　through　all　that　for？　The　locket！　Where's　the　locket？〃
〃iYou　got　it？i〃　shouted　Ron；　raising　himself　a　little　higher　on　his　pillows。　〃No　one　tells　me　anything！　Blimey；　you　could　have　mentioned　it！〃　〃Well；　we　were　running　for　our　lives　from　the　Death　Eaters；　weren't　we？〃　said　Hermione。　〃Here。〃
And　she　pulled　the　locket　out　of　the　pocket　of　her　robes　and　handed　it　to　Ron。
It　was　as　large　as　a　chicken's　egg。　An　ornate　letter　iSi；　inlaid　with　many　small　green　stones；　glinted　dully　in　the　diffused　light　shining　through　the　tent's　canvas　roof。
〃There　isn't　any　chance　someone's　destroyed　it　since　Kreacher　had　it？〃　asked　Ron　hopefully。　〃I　mean；　are　we　sure　it's　still　a　Horcrux？〃
〃I　think　so；〃　said　Hermione；　taking　it　back　from　him　and　looking　at　it　closely。　〃There'd　be　some　sign　of　damage　if　it　had　been　magically　destroyed。〃
She　passed　it　to　Harry；　who　turned　it　over　in　his　fingers。　The　thing　looked　perfect；　pristine。　He　remembered　the　mangled　remains　of　the　diary；　and　how　the　stone　in　the　Horcrux　ring　had　been　cracked　open　when　Dumbledore　destroyed　it。
〃I　reckon　Kreacher's　right；〃　said　Harry。　〃We're　going　to　have　to　work　out　how　to　open　this　thing　before　we　can　destroy　it。〃
Sudden　awareness　of　what　he　was　holding；　of　what　lived　behind　the　little　golden　doors；　hit　Harry　as　he　spoke。　Even　after　all　their　efforts　to　find　it；　he　felt　a　violent　urge　to　fling　the　locket　from　him。　Mastering　himself　again；　he　tried　to　prise　the　locket　apart　with　his　fingers；　then　attempted　the　charm　Hermione　had　used　to　open　Regulus's　bedroom　door。　Neither　worked。　He　handed　the　locket　back　to　Ron　and　Hermione；　each　of　whom　did　their　best；　but　were　no　more　successful　at　opening　it　than　he　had　been。
〃Can　you　feel　it；　though？〃　Ron　asked　in　a　hushed　voice；　as　he　held　it　tight　in　his　clenched　fist。
〃What　d'you　mean？〃　Ron　passed　the　Horcrux　to　Harry。　After　a　moment　or　two；　Harry　thought　he　knew　what　Ron　meant。　Was　it　his　own　blood　pulsing　through　his　veins　that　he　could　feel；　or　was　it　something　beating　inside　the　locket；　like　a　tiny　metal　heart？
〃What　are　we　going　to　do　with　it？〃　Hermione　asked。
〃Keep　it　safe　till　we　work　out　how　to　destroy　it。〃　Harry　replied；　and；　little　though　he　wanted　to；　he　hung　the　chain　around　his　own　neck；　dropping　the　locket　out　of　sight　beneath　his　robes；　where　it　rested　against　his　chest　beside　the　pouch　Hagrid　had　given　him。
〃I　think　we　should　take　it　in　turns　to　keep　watch　outside　the　tent；〃　he　added　to　Hermione；　standing　up　and　stretching。　〃And　we'll　need　to　think　about　some　food　as　well。　You　stay　there；〃　he　added　sharply；　as　Ron　attempted　to　sit　up　and　turned　a　nasty　shade　of　green。
With　the　Sneakoscope　Hermione　had　given　Harry　for　his　birthday　set　carefully　upon　the　table　in　the　tent；　Harry　and　Hermione　spent　the　rest　of　the　day　sharing　the　role　of　lookout。　However；　the　Sneakoscope　remained　silent　and　still　upon　its　point　all　day；　and　whether　because　of　the　protective　enchantments　and　Muggle…repelling　charms　Hermione　had　spread　around　them；　or　because　people　rarely　ventured　this　way；　their　patch　of　wood　remained　deserted；　apart　from　occasional　birds　and　squirrels。　Evening　brought　no　change；　Harry　lit　his　wand　as　he　swapped　places　with　Hermione　at　ten　o'clock；　and　looked　out　upon　a　deserted　scene；　noting　the　bats　fluttering　high　above　him　across　the　single　patch　of　starry　sky　visible　from　their　protected　clearing。
He　felt　hungry　now；　and　a　little　light…headed。　Hermione　had　not　packed　any　food　in　her　magical　bag；　as　she　had　assumed　that　they　would　be　returning　to　Grimmauld　Place　that　night；　so　they　had　had　nothing　to　eat　except　some　wild　mushrooms　that　Hermione　had　collected　from　amongst　the　nearest　trees　and　stewed　in　a　Billycan。　After　a　couple　of　mouthfuls　Ron　had　pushed　his　portion　away；　looking　queasy；　Harry　had　only　persevered　so　as　to　not　hurt　Hermione's　feelings。
The　surrounding　silence　was　broken　by　odd　rustlings　and　what　sounded　like　crackings　of　twigs：　Harry　thought　that　they　were　caused　by　animals　rather　than　people；　yet　he　kept　his　wand　held　tight　at　the　ready。　His　insides；　already　uncomfortable　due　to　their　inadequate　helping　of　rubbery　mushrooms；　tingled　with　unease。
He　had　though　that　he　would　feel　elated　if　they　managed　to　steal　back　the　Horcrux；　but　somehow　he　did　not；　all　he　felt　as　he