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"I would have thought that was obvious, Harry," he said, sounding surprised.
The Fat Lady had vanished from her portrait, which had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas littered the floor; great chunks of it had been torn away completely.
Ron, an expression of ecstasy on his face, mounted the broom and zoomed off into the gathering darkness while Harry walked around the edge of the field, watching him. Night had fallen before Madam Hooch awoke with a start, told Harry and Ron off for not waking her, and insisted that they go back to the castle.
"Sibyll, this is a pleasant surprise!" said Dumbledore, standing up.
"Ugh, no, Harry won't want one of those, they're for vampires, I expect," Hermione was saying.
But Harry didn't go back to the common room; he climbed a staircase, thinking vaguely of visiting the Owlery to see Hedwig, and was walking along another corridor when a voice from inside one of the rooms said, "Harry?"
"Any sign of him, Professor?" asked Percy in a whisper.
He slid a considerable way down what felt like a stone slide, then landed on cold, damp earth. He stood up, looking around. It was
"I'm sure I've read about a case of hippogriff-baiting," said Hermione thoughtfully, "where the hippogriff got off I'll look it up for you, Hagrid, and see exactly what happened."
"We've come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go," said Fred, with a mysterious wink. "Come in here...."
"It's getting worse," Harry muttered, biting off the Frog's head. "I could hear her louder that time -- and him -- Voldemort
The passage twisted and turned, more like the burrow of a giant rabbit than anything else. Harry hurried along it, stumbling now and then on the uneven floor, holding his wand out in front of him.
"Concentrating hard on your happy memory?"
"Many, Severus, each of them as unlikely as the next."
Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the hall, and said, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."
Because Harry knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. He had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while he lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling. When the dementors approached him, he heard the last moments of his mother's life, her attempts to protect him, Harry, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort's laughter before he murdered her.... Harry dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake to dwell again on his mother's voice.。