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"Harry Potter,"
Harry turned around, hoping whoever had said that wanted him to do something that would get him out of potions, where he had been walking, but it was unlikely.
The voice had been Dumbledore's. Harry searched for that look of disappointment he saw in Dumbledore's face whenever he was caught breaking a rule, but instead saw a look of concern. He had been wondering what he had done wrong anyhow.
"Harry, I must ask you to do me a favor,"
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir, what is it?"
"I sense that my dear kitten Daisy is lost and alone somewhere in Egypt. She's been missing for days, and I thought for the longest time she was somewhere among my papers, but today I got extremely worried about her and searched through every one of them, and, needless to say, she wasn't there. I could go and get her myself but there would be no one here to protect the school… Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand."
"Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger have been asked to go along to help you. They are waiting for you in my office. I will be along in a moment to give you some advice."
And he walked away. How odd, Harry thought, as he changed directions and headed for Dumbledore's office. But at least he would get to miss potions.