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His injured leg would no longer support his weight. The crowd around them jostled, fighting to get closer, pressing darkly in on him - "What's happened?" "What's wrong with him?" "Diggorys dead!"
"So ... on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three - two - one -"
"How did he treat them?" Moody asked quietly. "Did he forgive them?"
"Both of us," Harry said.
He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at his side.
"Dumbledore, he ought to - look at him - he's been through enough tonight -"
It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second.
Voldemort laughed again. Up and down he paced, looking all around him as he walked, and the snake continued to circle in the grass.
"That's right. Harry . . . just let go now. . . ."
Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking his head.
For a second that contained an eternity, Harry stared into Cedric's face, at his open gray eyes, blank and expressionless as the windows of a deserted house, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised. And then, before Harry's mind had accepted what he was seeing, before he could feel anything but numb disbelief, he felt himself being pulled to his feet.
"We will, Master...."
Harry heard the hospital doors burst open. Unnoticed by any of the people around his bed, all of whom were staring at the door as Bill pulled back the screens, Harry sat up and put his glasses back on.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."