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'Harry, what happened? Why do you think you couldn't make your Patronus? You managed perfectly yesterday!' 'I don't know.' He sat low in one of Perkins's old armchairs, feeling more humiliated by the moment. 'So we still haven't got any food.' 'Shut up, Ron,' snapped Hermione. It had taken all Harry's willpower to uproot himself from the spot and run, leaving the eyeless dementors to glide amongst the Muggles who might not be able to see them, but would assuredly feel the despair they cast wherever they went. It had been a nightmarish experience, seeing the dementors gliding out of the must in the distance and realizing, as the paralyzing cold choked his lungs and a distant screaming filled his ears, that he was not going to be able to protect himself.

come.' Their expressions of consternation and disappointment made Harry feel ashamed. make one.' he panted, clutching the stitch in his side. 'But you can make a brilliant Patronus!' protested Ron, when Harry arrived back at the tent empty handed, out of breath, and mouthing the single word, dementors.

He had barely entered the town when an unnatural chill, a descending mist, and a sudden darkening of the skies made him freeze where he stood. Harry ventured out under the Invisibility Cloak to find sustenance.

Once they had pitched the tent in the shelter of a small copse of trees and surrounded it with freshly cast defensive enchantments. Then they Disapparated to the outskirts of a small market town. Hermione therefore removed the enchantments she had placed around the clearing, while Harry and Ron obliterated all the marks and impressions on the ground that might show they had camped there. Harry and Hermione felt that it was best not to stay anywhere too long, and Ron agreed, with the sole proviso that their next move took them within reach of a bacon sandwich. Then he returned to the tent to wait for the others to wake, and discuss what they were going to do next. It was not much, but Harry felt that Mad-Eye would have much preferred this to being stuck on Dolores Umbridge's door. There in its shadows he buried Mad-Eye Moody's eye and marked the spot by gouging a small cross in the bark with his wand. Early next morning, before the other two were awake, Harry left the tent to search the woods around them for the oldest, most gnarled, and resilient-looking tree he could find.

Harry potter and the deathly hallows free