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Everything was slightly blurred. Somebody had removed his glasses. He was lying in the dark hospital wing. At the very end of the ward, he could make out Madam Pomfrey with her back to him, bending over a bed. Harry squinted. Ron's red hair was visible beneath Madam Pomfrey's arm.
"What amazes me most is the behavior of the dementors... you've really no idea what made them retreat, Snape?"
The grounds were very dark now; the only light came from the distant windows of the castle. Without a word, they set off. Pettigrew was still wheezing and occasionally whimpering. Harry's mind was buzzing. He was going to leave the Dursleys. He was going to live with Sirius Black, his parents' best friend.... He felt dazed.... What would happen when he told the Dursleys he was going to live with the convict they'd seen on television... !
"Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school," said Harry coolly.
"Yes, haven't you been listening? I saw me but I thought I was my dad! It's okay!"
"Extraordinary. And yet Black, and Harry, and the girl --"
"What do you reckon?" Ron asked the cat. "Definitely an owl?"
They crept along the corridor. The door opened. Dumbledore's back appeared.
"That was because you were knocked out, Professor!" said Hermione earnestly. "You didn't arrive in time to hear
"This is three hours ago, and we are walking down to Hagrid's," said Hermione. "We just heard ourselves leaving...."
Too late. Pettigrew had transformed. Harry saw his bald tail whip through the manacle on Ron's outstretched arm and heard a scurrying through the grass.
"Let's leave them to it," Ron muttered to Harry as Mrs. Weasley swelled like a bullfrog. "Come on, I'll show you my bedroom."
"Th-thank you," said Harry, edging along the wall and sinking into his desk chair, next to Hedwig, who was asleep in her large cage. He wanted to ask, "What are you?" but thought it would sound too rude, so instead he said, "Who are you?"
"What?" said Ron and Hermione excitedly. "Read it aloud!"
She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background.
She was in a very bad mood. Harry and Hermione thought it best to accept their chocolate quietly. Madam Pomfrey stood over them, making sure they ate it. But Harry could hardly swallow. He and Hermione were waiting, listening, their nerves jangling.... And then, as they both took a fourth piece of chocolate from Madam Pomfrey, they heard a distant roar of fury echoing from somewhere above them....？