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en his first step back toward Gryffindor Tower when something else on the map caught his eye . . .
　　something distinctly odd.
　　Peeves was not the only thing that was moving. A single dot was flitting around a room in the bottom left-hand corner – Snapes office. But the dot wasn’t labeled “Severus Snape” … it was Bartemius Crouch.
　　Harry stared at the dot. Mr. Crouch was supposed to be too ill to go to work or to come to the Yule Ball – so what was he doing, sneaking into Hogwarts at one o’clock in the morning? Harry watched closely as the dot moved around and around the room, pausing here and there. …
　　Harry hesitated, thinking . . . and then his curiosity got the better of him. He turned and set off in the opposite direction toward the nearest staircase. He was going to see what Crouch was up to.
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　　The golden egg fell through the tapestry at the bottom of the staircase, burst open, and began wailing loudly in the corridor below. Harry pulled out his wand and struggled to touch the Marauder s Map, to wipe it blank, but it was too far away to reach -Pulling the cloak back over himself Harry straightened up, listening hard with his eyes
　　screwed up with fear. . . and, almost immediately -”
　　PEEVES!”
　　It was the unmistakable hunting cry of Filc

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“You’re upset. I don’t understand. Did I… ?” I couldn’t finish.

His eyes tightened. “How badly are you hurt, Bella? The truth―don’t try to downplay it.”

“Hurt?” I repeated; my voice came out higher than usual because the word took me so by surprise.

He raised one eyebrow, his lips a tight line.

I made a quick assessment, stretching my body automatically, tensing and flexing my muscles. There was
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“Why would you jump to that conclusion? I’ve never been better than I am now.”

His eyes closed. “Stop that.”

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“Stop what?”

“Stop acting like I’m not a monster for having agreed to this.”

“Edward!’7I whispered, really upset now. He was pulling my bright memory through the darkness,
staining it. “Don’t ever say that.”

He didn’t open his eyes; it was like he didn’t want to see me.

“Look at yourself,　　Hagrid shuffled into view, Bella. Then tell me I’m not a monster.”

Wounded, shocked, I followed his instruction unthinkingly and then gasped.

What had happened to me? I couldn’t make sense of the fluffy white snow that clung to my skin. I shook
my head, and a cascade of white drifted out of my hair.

I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers. It was a piece of down.

“Why am I covered in feathers?” I asked, confused.

He exhaled impatiently. “I bit a pillow. Or two. That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“You… bit a pillow? Why?”

“Look,usb flash drive, Bella!” he almost growled. He took my hand―very gingerly―and stretched my arm out. “Look
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This time, I saw what he meant.

Under the dusting of feathers,never going to end. So, large purplish bruises were beginning to blossom across the pale skin of
my arm. My eyes followed the trail they made up to my shoulder, and then down across my ribs. I pulled
my hand free to poke at a discoloration on my left forearm, watching it fade where I touched and then
reappear. It throbbed a little.

So lightly that he was barely touching me, Edward placed his hand against the bruises on my

climbing out of the car as she spoke.

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g in the wind that whistled through the narrow lane.

It was crowded, and the foot traffic slowed our progress.

“Just a little farther,” Alice encouraged me; I was gripping the door handle, ready to throw myself into the
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touched the pavement—the thrashing red flags on either side nearly met. The crowd was thicker here
than anywhere else. Alice stopped the car. I had the door open before we were at a standstill.

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I froze in place, but she pushed me out of the car. “Forget about them. You have two minutes. Go, Bella,
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I didn’t pause to watch Alice melt into the shadows. I didn’t stop to close my door behind me. I shoved a
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The throng jostled around