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Ron drew his wand with a clumsy thwack . “Who the bloody hell are you?”

Harry closed his eyes. He could feel the phantom ache in his scar, not the sharp pain of Lord Voldemort’s rage, but a dull throb, like a bruise that had forgotten how to heal. He had not told Ron or Hermione. He was tired of being the bearer of bad omens. He was tired of the way their faces fell, the way Hermione’s lips would compress into a thin line of determined dread, the way Ron would crack a joke that landed with a dull, hollow thud. harry potter audiobook original

The common room was silent. Even the portrait of the Fat Lady, visible through the open doorway, had stopped pretending to snore. Ron drew his wand with a clumsy thwack

The last of the October sunlight bled like spilt marmalade over the Hogwarts grounds, casting long, skeletal shadows from the Forbidden Forest. Within the confines of the Gryffindor common room, a fire crackled with a warmth that seemed almost aggressive against the creeping chill of the dungeon stone. The fat, armchair-shaped cushions sighed as students shifted, and the only sounds were the scratch of quills and the occasional pop of a log collapsing into embers. He had not told Ron or Hermione