Munier A Sprig of Berries

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What are we going to do, then, Harry?" asked Seamus. "What's the plan?"

　　　"Plan?" repeated Harry. He was exercising all his willpower to prevent himself succumbing again to Voldemort's rage: His scar was still burning. "Well, there's something we – Ron, Hermione, and I – need to do, and then we'll get out of here."
"What is it?" "I – I can't tell you." There was a ripple of muttering at this: Neville's brows contracted. 　　　"Why can't you tell us? It's something to do with fighting
Nobody was laughing or whooping anymore. Neville looked confused.

"What d'you mean, ‘get out of here'?"

　　　"We haven't come back to stay," said Harry, rubbing his scar, trying to soothe the pain. "There's something important we need to do – "