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In the sudden silence, by the conjured light, Hermione turned at last to her friends and lifted her chin up, trying to look more confident than she felt. She was a Gryffindor, she could be just as bold and daring as they, could push and push and grasp for what she wanted, not wait for it to come to her. We could have been killed,” Hermione had once said, late at night, still panting for breath, fear still running through all of their veins, “or worse, expelled.” Hermione, for all her books and cleverness, doesn’t know if she will ever matter to her friends the way they matter to her.
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Well clearly someone has to take care of you! No one else is doing it, and you’ve got the instincts of a concussed pixie!” With Barbie one of the next films to be processed (our visit is ahead of release), we can confidently predict there will be a lot of pink joining that archive from the countless boxes labelled ‘Barbie’s Dreamhouse’. Oh, really?" Hermione spat. "So that's why you’re quite willing to send him off, spinning around a hundred feet in the air, on a probably-cursed branch of twigs so he can go and fall to his death all over again, is it? Was seeing Harry in the hospital ward before Christmas not enough for you? D’you want to bury him afterwards this time, is that it?” Hermione,” Harry answered, as firmly as he could. “It’s late, we’re all tired, and you’ve been tired for ages before tonight even. Just lie down and get some sleep and we’ll deal with everything else in the morning.”
You’ve given us hints, mate.” Ron spoke at last, tentative. "And, well... the bars on the window. Summer before last. They starved you." Harry’s right – that’s why they fit, that’s why they’ve always fitted together. Because for every gap and flaw they each have, there’s always another one to fill it. They have so much in common as well, even if no one else might see as much – each of them equally impulsive, stubborn, and far too inquisitive for their own good, of course – how could they not have become friends? I wish…” Harry paused, feeling a bit silly, wishing was for little children, and Harry’s never really been a child, not that he could remember – none of his other wishes ever came true, for his parents to be alive, for someone to take him away from the Dursleys, for food, and toys, and, well, just anything. But something... something about the evening they'd all had, something about the quiet warmth of the three of them, together... The words just seemed to tumble out of Harry before he'd really thought to stop them. “I wish we could be like this, for always. Together like this.” It smarts that some part of her just knows that Harry would never have been so angry if only Ron had voiced his concerns instead. Harry listens to Ron in a way he never listens to her, and it isn’t fair! Harry always chooses Ron over everyone else, and sometimes, Hermione is sure that Ron can’t even see the way that Harry turns constantly towards him, like a sunflower turns to the sky. Harry’s trust in Ron is so implicit, so complete that Ron can predict which way Harry will jump, which fear he needs to soothe, without so much as a thought. Hermione knows they like – liked – her just fine, that she is a part of them both, but she was the last addition to their little group, the third place. Harry arranges his life so much around ‘Will Ron be there? Will Ron like this?’ This past week has proven to her more strongly than ever that without her, Harry and Ron can manage just fine between themselves, but without Ron, Harry would likely be cast adrift. She remembers the look on Harry’s face, at the end of their first year at Hogwarts, when Ron sacrificed himself for them both on that chess board… The Firebolt was first developed by Randolph Spudmore around 1993, at a time when brooms made by the Nimbus Racing Broom Company dominated the market. Twelve months after its release, the Firebolt was the highest-selling racing broom of that time, beating out the Nimbus 2000 and 2001. [1]Achievements in Charming · Extreme Incantations · Quintessence: A Quest · The Standard Book of Spells Minerva McGonagall taking Harry's Firebolt away, so that it could undergo the stripping-down process Neville is just waiting for the chance to keep you safe and well-fed, Harry Potter, I don’t know why you think he’d be any better than us.”
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