Miss Slytherin meets Mr. Gryffindor: The stars gazed at the earth, unblinking as darkness set in. Part of the building was collapsed. Harry swore he could hear wild dogs barking in the distance. Cobwebs, big and small, hung precariously from the old chandelier, behind the cabinet and under the table. A tingling sensation ran down Harry’s spine. He thought for a moment that he recognized the couch from the Dursley’s living room. It couldn’t be, could it? The room was cluttered with books that were caked with layers of dust. Aunt Petunia would not tolerate that, even for a minute.