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But Strowbridge ignored her and began to search throughout the house. As he went down the stairs,
Harry woke up from his daze.
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Where am I?
Oh, the cupboard.
It's dark. And my head hurts. And I feel sick to my stomach. But nothing comes up. My throat hurts.
Where am I?
Oh, yes.
He hit me. He hit me in the stomach. Then why does my head hurt?
I've got to get out. But I don't have the energy to move.
My wand. I can unlock the cupboard and get out.
Accio wand.
Nothing.
Maybe it can't hear me.
My head still hurts.
Mum. Dad. You helped rescue me from Voldemort. Please come and get me now. Please?
Nothing.
I know they loved me. I knew all along and now I know for sure. My dad died defending me. And my
mum gave her life so I could live.
For their sacrifice, they now get to see their son die in the cupboard under the stairs.
Alohamora!
Nothing. I need my wand.
Why does my head hurt so much?
Professor Dumbledore, why am I here?
So I can lead a normal life. So that I will be away from all those who would flatter and pamper and
spoil me. So I can die in the cupboard under the stairs.
Where are you now, Professor Dumbledore?
Hermione?
If only you were here. I know you would make it all better. Just having you near makes it all worth
while. Just one of your hugs will make the pain go away. You're the only one I can count on, no
matter what.
Is that you?
Moving around in here is so painful. But I have to get to you, Hermione. I know it's you out there. If
I could only get to the loose slat in the cupboard door.
My fingers aren't working right. There, that's the one. Now, push it up so you can see. I know it's
Hermione. She's come to make it better. Push up the slat.
No! My fingers! The slat fell. Now they'll hear and come and send Hermione away and she won't
come and take care of me.
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