[Someone is speaking to her. The voice is distant to her own ears, and she has to realize it's actually coming from much nearer. She doesn't try to move yet, but the words come - slowly, still slightly garbled, but they come.]
I hear you.
[Wait. She does hear him, and more, she knows that voice.]
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I hear you.
[Wait. She does hear him, and more, she knows that voice.]
Harry Potter?