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Shes in a righ state, thats what. Shes bin comin down ter visit me a lot since Chrismas. Bin feelin lonely. Firs yeh weren talking to her because o the Firebolt, now yer not talkin to her because her cat - - ate Scabbers. Ron interjected angrily. Because her cat acted like all cats do, Hagrid continued doggedly. Shes cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin through a rough time at the moment. Bitten off moren she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work shes tryin ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeaks case, mind. Shes found some really good stuff fer me. reckon hell stand a good chance now. Hagrid, we shouldve helped as well - sorry - Harry began awkwardly. Im not check this out yeh. said Hagrid, waving Harrys apology aside. Gawd knows yehve had enough ter be gettin on with. Ive seen yeh practicin Quidditch evry hour o the day an night - but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you twod value yer friend moren broomsticks or rats. Thas all. Harry and Ron exchanged uncomfortable looks. Really upset, she was, when Black nearly stabbed yeh, Ron. Shes got her heart in the right place, Hermione has, an you two not talkin to her - If shed just get rid of that cat, Id speak to her again. Ron said angrily. But shes still sticking up for it. Its a maniac, and she wont hear a word against it. Ah, well, people can be a bit stupid abou their pets, said Hagrid wisely. Behind him, Buckbeak spat a few ferret bones onto Hagrids pillow. They spent the rest of their visit discussing Gryffindors improved chances for the Quidditch Cup. At nine oclock, Hagrid walked them back up to the castle. A large group of people was bunched around the bulletin board when they returned to the common source. Hogsmeade, next weekend. said Ron, craning over the heads to read here new notice. What dyou reckon. he added quietly to Harry as they went to sit down. Well, Filch hasnt done anything about the passage into Honeydukes. Harry said, even more quietly. Harry. said a voice in his right ear. Harry started and looked around at Hermione, who was sitting at the table right behind them and clearing a space in the wall of books that had been hiding her. Harry, if you go into Hogsmeade again. Ill tell Professor McGonagall about that map. said Hermione. Can you hear someone talking, Harry. growled Ron, not looking at Hermione. Ron, how can you let him go with you. After what Sirius Black nearly did to you. I mean it, Ill tell - So now youre trying to get Harry expelled. said Ron furiously. Havent you done enough damage this year. Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but with a soft hiss, Crookshanks leapt onto her lap. Hermione took one frightened look at the expression on Rons face, gathered up Crookshanks, and hurried away toward the girls dormitories. So how about it. Ron said to Harry as though there had been no interruption. Come on, last time we went you didnt see anything. You havent even been inside Zonkos yet. Harry looked around to check that Hermione was well out of earshot. Okay, he said. But Im taking the Invisibility Cloak this time. On Saturday morning, Harry packed his Invisibility Cloak in his bag, slipped the Marauders Visit web page into his pocket, and went down to breakfast with everyone else. Hermione kept shooting suspicious looks down the table at him, but he avoided her eye and was careful to let her see him walking back up the marble staircase in the entrance hall as everybody else proceeded to the front doors. Bye. Harry called to Ron. See you when you get back. Ron grinned and winked. Harry hurried up to the third floor, slipping the Marauders Map out of his pocket as he went. Crouching behind the one-eyed witch, he smoothed it out. A tiny dot was moving in his direction. Harry squinted at it. The minuscule writing next to it read Neville Longbottom. Harry quickly pulled out his wand, muttered, Dissendium. and shoved his bag into the statue, but before he could climb in himself, Neville came around the corner. Harry. I forgot you Newgrounds counter strike animation going to Hogsmeade either. Hi, Neville, said Harry, moving swiftly away from the statue and pushing the map back into his pocket. What are you up to. Nothing, shrugged Neville. Want a game of Exploding Snap. Er - not now - I was going to go to the library and do that vampire essay for Lupin - Ill come with you. said Neville brightly. I havent done it either. Er - hang on - yeah, I forgot, I finished it last night. Great, you can help me. said Neville, his round face anxious. I dont understand that thing about the garlic at all - do they have to eat it, or - He broke off with a small gasp, looking over Harrys shoulder. It was Snape. Neville took a quick step behind Harry. And what are you two doing here. said Snape, coming to a halt and looking from one to the other. An odd place to meet - To Harrys immense disquiet, Snapes black eyes flicked to the doorways on either side of them, and then to the one-eyed witch. Were not - meeting here, said Harry. We just - met here. Indeed. said Snape. You have a habit of turning up in unexpected places, Potter, and you are very rarely there for no reason. I suggest the pair of you return to Gryffindor Tower, where you belong. Harry and Neville set off without another word. As they turned the corner, Harry looked back. Snape was running one of his hands over the one-eyed witchs head, examining it closely. Harry managed to shake Neville off at the Fat Lady by telling him the password, then pretending hed left his vampire essay in the library and doubling back. Once out of sight of the security trolls, he pulled out the map again and held it close to his nose. The third-floor corridor seemed to be deserted. Harry scanned the map carefully and saw, with a leap of relief, that the tiny dot labeled Severus Snape was now back in its office. He sprinted back to the one-eyed witch, opened her hump, heaved himself inside, and slid down to meet his bag at the bottom of the stone chute. He wiped the Marauders Map blank again, then set off at a run. Harry, completely hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, emerged into the sunlight outside Honeydukes and prodded Ron in the back. Its me, he muttered. What kept you. Ron hissed. Snape was hanging around. They set off up the High Street. Where are you. Ron kept muttering out of the corner of his mouth. Are you still there. This feels weird. They went to the post office; Ron pretended to be checking the price of an owl to Bill in Egypt so that Harry could have a good look around. The owls sat hooting softly down at him, at least three hundred of them; from Great Grays right down to tiny little Scops owls (Local Deliveries Only), which were so small they could have sat in the palm of Harrys hand. Then they visited Zonkos, which was so packed with students Harry had to exercise great care not to tread on anyone and cause a panic. There were jokes and tricks to fulfill even Freds and Georges wildest dreams; Harry gave Ron whispered orders and passed him some gold from under the Cloak. They left Zonkos with their money bags considerably lighter than they had been on entering, but their pockets bulging with Dungbombs, Hiccup Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, and a Nose-Biting Teacup apiece. The day was fine and breezy, and neither of them felt like staying indoors, so they walked past the Three Broomsticks and climbed a slope to visit the Shrieking Shack, the most haunted dwelling in Britain. 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I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend himself. Theres no arm in im, onest -. that hippogriffs as good as dead - Malfoy suddenly caught sight of Ron. His pale face split in a malevolent grin. What are you doing, Weasley. Malfoy looked up at the crumbling house behind Ron. Suppose youd love to live here, wouldnt you, Weasley. Dreaming about having your own bedroom. I heard your family all sleep in one room - is that true. Harry seized the back of Rons robes to stop him from leaping on Malfoy. Leave him to me, he hissed in Rons ear. The opportunity was too perfect to miss. Harry crept silently around behind Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, bent down, and scooped a large handful of mud out of the path. We were just discussing your friend Hagrid, Malfoy said to Ron. Just trying to imagine what hes saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Dyou think hell cry when they cut off his hippogriffs - SPLAT. Malfoys head jerked forward as the mud hit him; his silver-blond hair was suddenly dripping in muck. What the -. Ron had to hold onto the fence to android games free download himself standing, he was laughing so hard. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle spun stupidly on the spot, staring wildly around, Malfoy trying to wipe his hair clean. What was that. Who did that. Very haunted up here, isnt it. said Ron, with the air of one commenting on the weather. Crabbe and Goyle were looking scared. Their bulging muscles were no use against ghosts. Malfoy was staring madly around at the deserted landscape. Harry sneaked along the path, where a particularly sloppy puddle yielded some foul-smelling, green sludge. SPLATTER. Crabbe and Goyle caught some this time. Goyle hopped furiously on the spot, trying to rub it out of his small, dull eyes. It came from over there. said Malfoy, wiping his face, and staring at a spot some six feet to the left of Harry. Crabbe blundered forward, his long arms outstretched like a zombie. Harry dodged around him, picked up a stick, and lobbed it at Crabbes back. Harry doubled up with silent laughter as Crabbe did a kind of pirouette in midair, trying to see who had thrown it. As Ron was the only person Crabbe could see, it was Ron he started toward, but Harry stuck out his leg. Crabbe stumbled - and his huge, flat foot caught the hem of Harrys Cloak. Harry felt a great tug, then the Cloak slid off his face. For a split second, Malfoy stared at him. AAARGH. he yelled, pointing at Harrys head. Then he turned tail and ran, at breakneck speed, back down the hill, Crabbe and Goyle behind him. Harry tugged the Cloak up again, but the damage was done. Harry. Ron said, stumbling forward and staring hopelessly at the point where Harry had disappeared, youd better run for it. 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He would have to leave the Cloak where it was, it was too much of a giveaway in case Malfoy had tipped off a teacher - he hid it in a shadowy corner, then started to climb, fast as he could, his sweaty hands slipping on the sides of the chute. He reached the inside of the witchs hump, tapped it with his wand, stuck his head through, and hoisted himself out; the hump closed, and just as Harry jumped out from behind the statue, he heard quick footsteps approaching. It was Snape. He approached Pc grounded at a swift walk, his black robes swishing, then stopped in front of him. So, he said. There was a look of suppressed triumph about him. Harry tried to look innocent, all too aware of his sweaty face and his muddy hands, which he quickly hid in his pockets. Come with me, Potter, said Snape. Harry followed him downstairs, trying to wipe his hands clean on the inside of his robes without Snape noticing. They walked down the stairs to the dungeons and then into Snapes office. Harry had been in here only once before, and he had been in very serious trouble then too. Snape had acquired a few more slimy horrible things in jars since last time, all standing on shelves behind his desk, glinting in the firelight and adding to the threatening atmosphere. Sit, said Snape. Harry sat. Snape, however, remained standing. Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter, said Snape. Harry didnt say anything. He tells me that he was up by the Shrieking Shack when he ran into Weasley - apparently alone. Still, Harry didnt speak. Malfoy states that he was standing talking to Weasley, when a large amount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could have happened. Harry tried to look mildly surprised. I dont know, Professor. Snapes eyes were boring into Harrys. It was exactly like trying to stare down a hippogriff. Harry tried hard not to blink. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been, Potter. No, said Harry, now trying to sound innocently curious. It was your head, Potter. Floating in midair. There was a long silence. Maybe hed better go to Madam Pomfrey, said Harry. If hes seeing things like - What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter. said Snape softly. Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade. I know that, said Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt or fear. It sounds like Malfoys having hallucin - Malfoy is not having hallucinations, snarled Snape, and he bent down, a hand on each arm of Source chair, so that their faces were a foot apart. If your head was in Hogsmeade, so was the rest of you. Ive been up in Gryffindor Tower, said Harry. Like you told - Can anyone confirm that. Harry didnt say anything. Snapes thin mouth curled into a horrible smile. So, he said, straightening up again. Everyone from the Minister of Magic downward has been trying to keep famous Harry Potter safe from Sirius Black. But famous Harry Potter is a law unto himself. Let the ordinary people worry about his safety. Famous Harry Potter goes where he wants to, with no thought for the consequences. Harry stayed silent. Snape was trying to provoke him into telling the truth. He wasnt going to do it. Snape had no proof - yet. How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter, Snape said suddenly, his eyes glinting. He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers. The resemblance between you is uncanny. My dad didnt strut, said Harry, before he could stop himself. And neither do I. Your father didnt set much store by rules either, Snape went on, pressing his advantage, his thin face full of malice.
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