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ng sleep. Try and think about something else for a while . .
　　. think about what you’re going to buy with your winnings!”
　　”I don’t want that gold,” said Harry in an expressionless voice. “You have it. Anyone can have it. I shouldn’t have won it. It should’ve been Cedric’s.”
　　The thing against which he had been fighting on and off ever since he had come out of the maze was threatening to overpower him. He could feel a burning, prickling feeling in the inner corners of his eyes. He blinked and stared up at the ceiling.
　　”It wasn’t your fault. Harry,” Mrs. Weasley whispered.
　　”I told him to take the cup with me,” said Harry.
　　Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away.
　　Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet,　　”All right — all right –” he heard Quirrell sob.,ugg boots sale, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.
　　The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs.
　　Weasley held him to her. His mother s face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.
　　There was a loud slamming noise, and Mrs. Weasley and Harry broke apart. Hermione was standing by the window. She was holding something tight in her hand.
　　”Sorry,” she whispered.
　　”Your potion, Harry,” said Mrs. Weasley quickly, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand.
　　Harry drank it in one gulp. The effect was instantaneous. Heavy, irresistible waves of dreamless sleep broke over him; he fell back onto his pillows and thought no more.
　　CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN – THE BEGINNING
　　When he looked back, even a month later,moncler jacket, Harry found he had only scattered memories of the next few days. It was as though he had been through too much to take in any more.
　　The recollections he did have were very painful. The worst, perhaps, was the meeting with the Diggorys that took place the following morning.
　　They did not blame him for what had happened; on the contrary, both thanked him for returning Cedric’s body to them. Mr. Diggory sobbed through most of the interview. Mrs.
　　Diggory’s grief seemed to be beyond tears.
　　”He suffered very little then,I froze under his hand,louis vuitton handbags,” she said, when Harry had told her how Cedric had died.
　　”And after all,moncler outlet, Amos … he died just when he’d won the tournament. He must have been happy.”
　　When they got to their feet, s