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"I'm so bloody nervous," sighed Ron "I'm gonna fail this flippin test." Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the Hogwarts library studying for their dreaded Potions final. With low quizzes all year, they had to ace this test or they will fail for that semester. Except for Hermione of course, who was reading up on Potions: A World of Fun.
Hermione looked up from her book frustrated."Maybe if you paid attention in class a little bit more instead of talking to that silly rat of yours, maybe you wouldn't be failing you halfwit!" Scabbers squeaked inside his cage as Ron gave Hermione a disgusted look. "I'm going back up to the common room," said Harry as he stood and gathered his things "Where I may actually be able to study." Ron and Hermione watched him exit the library.

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"I shouldn't have made them think that it was their fault" thought Harry in his four-poster bed. The moonlight splashed on his burgundy pajamas that Mrs. Weasley had stitched for him; and, of coarse, there was a golden yellow H right in the center. He sighed, wondering what time it was. Obviously before curfew because Ron wasn't back yet Harry stretched and walked over to his desk sleepily. There sat the letter that waited to be opened. "That must be the second one" he thought. It had come during lunch and the other came right after he returned to the Dursley's at the beginning of summer last year. Soon the third would come, and Harry will have to do what he has been dreading all his life.

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