"Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason...
"Harry, I'm sorry, but I think the real reason you're so angry is that Dumbledore never told you any of this himself
"Maybe I am!" Harry bellowed, and he flung his arms over his head, hardly knowing whether he was trying to hold in his anger or protect himself from the weight of his own disillusionment"Look what he asked from me, Hermione! Risk your life, Harry! And again! And again! And don't expect me to explain everything, just trust me blindly, trust that I know what I'm doing, trust me even though I don't trust you! Never the whole truth! Never!"
His voice cracked with the strain, and they stood looking at each other in the whiteness and emptiness, and Harry felt they were as insignificant as insects beneath that wide sky
"He loved you," Hermione whispered
Harry dropped his arms
"I don't know who he loved, Hermione, but it was never meThis isn't love, the mess he's left me inHe shared a damn sight more of what he was really thinking with Gellert Grindelwald than he ever shared with me
Harry picked up Hermione's wand, which he had dropped in the snow, and sat back down in the entrance of the replica louis vuitton wallet tentI'll finish the watchYou get back in the warm
She hesitated, but recognized the dismissalShe picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her handHe closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared

\p\C0="Chapter Nineteen: The Silver Doe"
\bChapter Nineteen
\iThe Silver Doe\i\b
It was snowing by the time Hermione took over the watch at midnightHarry's dreams were confused and disturbing: Nagini wove in and out of them, first through a wreath of Christmas rosesHe 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 \iA History of Magic\i by the light of her wandThe snow was falling thickly, and she greeted with relief his suggestion of packing up early and moving on
"We'll somewhere more sheltered," she agreed, shivering as she pulled on miu miu bags a sweatshirt over her pajamas"I kept thinking I could hear people moving outsideI even though I saw somebody one or twice
Harry paused in the act of pulling on a jumper and glanced at the silent, motionless Sneakoscope on the table
"I'm sure I imagined it," said Hermione, looking nervous"The snow the dark, it plays tricks on your eyesBut perhaps we ought to Disapparate under the Invisibility Cloak, just in case?"
Half an hour later, with the tent packed, Harry wearing the Horcrux, and Hermione clutching the beaded bag, they DisapparatedThe usual tightness engulfed them; Harry's feet parted company with the snowy ground, then slammed hard onto what felt like frozen earth covered in leaves
"Where are we?" he asked, peering around at the fresh mass of trees as Hermione opened the beaded bag and began tugging out the tent poles
"The Forest of Dean," she said, "I came camping here once with my mum and dad
Here too snow lay on the trees all around and it was bitterly cold, but they were at least protected from the windThey spent most of the day inside the tent, huddled for warmth around the useful bright blue rolex submariners flames that Hermione was adept at producing, and which could be scooped up and carried in a jarHarry felt as though he was recuperating from some brief but severe, an impression reinforced by Hermione's solicitousnessThat afternoon fresh flakes drifted down upon them, so that even their sheltered clearing had a fresh dusting of powdery snow
After two nights of little sleep, Harry's senses seemed more alert than usualTheir escape from Godric's Hollow had been so narrow that Voldemort seemed somehow closer than before, more threateningAs darkness drove in again Harry refused Hermione's offer to keep watch and told her to go to bed
Harry moved an old cushion into the tent mouth and sat down, wearing all the sweaters he owned but even so, still shiveryThe darkness deepened with the passing hours until it was virtually impenetrableHe was on the point of taking out the Marauder's Map, so as to watch Ginny's dot for a while, before he remembered that it was the Christmas holidays and that she would be back at the Burrow
Every tiny movement seemed magnified in the vastness of the forestHarry knew that it must be cheap chanel purses full of living creatures, but he wished they would all remain still and silent so that he could separate their innocent scurryings and prowlings from noises that might proclaim other, sinister movementsHe remembered the sound of a cloak slithering over dead leaves many years ago, and at once thought he heard it again before mentally shaking himselfTheir protective enchantments had worked for weeks; why should they break now? And yet he could no throw off the feeling that something was different tonight
Several times he jerked upright, his neck aching because he had fallen asleep, slumped at an awkward angle against the side of the tentThe night reached such a depth of velvety blackness that he might have been suspended in limbo between Disapparation and ApparationHe had just held a hand in front of his face to see whether he could make out his fingers when it happened
A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the treesWhatever the source, it was moving soundlesslyThe light seemed simply to drift toward him
He jumped to his feet, his voice frozen in his throat, and raised Hermione's fendi spy wand