|“|| It was snowing by the time Hermione took over the watch at midnight. Harry’s dreams were confused and disturbing: Nagini wove in and out of them, first through a gigantic, cracked ring, then through a wreath of Christmas roses. He woke repeatedly, panicky, convinced that somebody had called out to him in the distance, imagining that the wind whipping around the tent was footsteps or voices.
Finally, he got up in the darkness and joined Hermione, who was huddled in the entrance to the tent reading A History of Magic by the light of her wand. The snow was still falling thickly and she greeted with relief his suggestion of packing up early and moving on.
|Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows|
|Bathilda's Secret||The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore||The Silver Doe||Xenophilius Lovegood||The Tale of the Three Brothers|