And Harry was hurtling back out of those wide,

And Harry was hurtling back out of those wide, tunnellike pupils and Gregorovitch’s face was stricken with terror.

“Who was the thief, Gregorovitch?“ said the high cold voice.

“I do not know, I never knew, a young man – no – please – PLEASE!“

A scream that went on and on and then a burst of green light –

“Harry!“

He opened his eyes, panting, his forehead throbbing. He had passed out against the side of the tent, had slid sideways down the canvas, and was sprawled on the ground.

He looked up at Hermione, whose bushy hair obscured the tiny patch of sky visible through the dark branches high above them.

“Dream,“ he said, sitting up quickly and attempting to meet Hermione’s glower with a look of innocence. ”Must’ve dozed off, sorry.”

“I know it was your scar! I can tell by the look on your face! You were looking into Vol – ”

“Don’t say his name!” came Ron’s angry voice from the depths of the tent.

“Fine,“ retorted Hermione, “You-Know-Who’s mind, then!”

“I didn’t mean it to happen!“ Harry said. ”It was a dream! Can you control what you dream about, Hermione?“

“If you just learned to apply Occlumency – ”

But Harry was not interested in being told off; he wanted to discuss what he had just seen.

“He’s found Gregorovitch, Hermione, and I think he’s killed him, but before he killed him he read Gregorovitch’s mind and I saw – ”

“I think I’d better take over the watch if you’re so tired you’re falling sleep,” said Hermione coldly.

“I can finish the watch!”

“No, you’re obviously exhausted. Go and lie down.”

She dropped down in the mouth of the tent, looking stubborn. Angry, but wishing to avoid a row, Harry ducked back inside.

Ron’s still-pale face was poking out from the lower bunk; Harry climbed into the one above him, lay down, and looked up at the dark canvas ceiling. After several moments, Ron spoke in a voice so low that it would not carry to Hermione, huddle in the entrance.

“What’s You-Know-Who doing?”

Harry screwed up his eyes in the effort to remember every detail, then whispered into the darkness.

“He found Gregorovitch. He had him tied up, he was torturing him.”

“How’s Gregorovitch supposed to make him a new wand if he’s tied up?”

“I dunno…. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

Harry closed his eyes, thinking of all that he had seen and heard. The more he recalled, the less sense it made…. Voldemort had said nothing about Harry’s wand, nothing about the twin cores, nothing about Gregorovitch making a new and more powerful wand to beat Harry’s….

“He wanted something from Gregorovitch,” Harry said, eyes still closed tight. “He asked him to hand it over, but Gregorovitch said it had been stolen from him… and then… then…”