Harry Potter and the Messengers of Sorrow Ch-7
"Okay everyone!" shouted Professor McGonagall through all of the chatter and noise. "Homework: Write an essay about how you feel about transfiguring toads into pillows. That will be all and... you are dismissed."
Harry raced out of the classroom with Ron and Hermione. Hermione was patiently retelling McGonagall's lesson on transfiguring toads.
"It's quite simple, really," she was saying. "All you need to do is concentrate."
"I was concentrating." Ron mumbled. Hermione frowned.
"Well, you were obviously not concentrating hard enough. If you had been, the spell would have worked perfectly, if the textbooks are correct. I'm sure they are though, they've only been wrong for me once..." Ron looked over at Harry and rolled his eyes as Hermione rambled on and on. Then all of a sudden she stopped. Lavender Brown stood blocking her path, Parvati behind her, imitating Lavender's smirk. Hermione forced a smile.
"Hello Lavender...Parvti," she said with false cheerfulness.
"Right, Hermione." Lavender said sarcastically. "Look, you stay away from my little sister. You're a bad influence on her. She now, like, reads and studies and stuff. She's acting like all of those weird bookish types. You know...like you." This was all just too much for Hermione. She stepped up toward Lavender and tried to look tough. This was very difficult. Lavender was much taller than Hermione, for she only came up to Lavender's collarbone.
"You're just jealous, Lavender," she said calmly. Lavender's head jerked down and she stared at Hermione, her eyes flashing. Ron made a move as though to knock Lavender over, but Harry grabbed his arm.
"It's Hermione's fight, Ron. We'll only get in to it if things start getting nasty."
"It already has gotten nasty," Ron muttered, but he stepped backward and reluctantly watched the scene from behind Harry. But Ron had been right. Things were nasty. Suddenly, without warning, Lavender pounced on Hermione and knocked her over. Hermione screamed. After a few moments, there was a pile of people in a heap on the floor. People were kicking, screaming, and crying. Harry was trying to pull people out of the heap. Hermione had not been seen or heard from in a while.
"Get off, Get off!" he shouted. Ron imitated him. It was a matter of minutes, (though it seemed like hours) when they finally cleared all of the people off of Hermione. She was laying in the hallway, her eyes shut and her face was expressionless.
"Is she...is she," Ron said, sounding panicked.
"No, of course she's not dead!" Harry shouted. But even he didn't believe that. He tentatively walked up to her and leaned over he face. Then, he sighed and smiled.
"She's breathing," he announced.
Everyone cheered.
"She just fainted. I would too, If all of that weight had been on me!" Ron cried. There was the sound of running footsteps. Professor Nemo appeared in the corridor. She looked around at Harry and Ron leaning over the unconcious Hermione, to Lavender and Parvati over in the corner, (Lavender's lip had been cut) and then to the crowd of people standing on the opposite side of the hallway, breathing heavily. Then she smiled.
"Don't worry, everyone! I know exactly what happened. Here, Harry. Let's put Miss Granger here on a stretcher. She waved her wand and a stretcher appeared next to Hermione. Harry and Professor Nemo lifted her upon it. "
"Ah, Mr. Weasley?" Professor Nemo called out.
"Yes?"
"Would you accompany Miss Granger to the hospital wing? I need to have a word with Mr. Potter and the others." Ron nodded and set off toward the hospital wing, Hermione drifting strangely behind him. As soon as they had vanished behind the corner, Professor Nemo turned to the crowd. Then she spoke very quietly.
"I think I have a pretty good idea of what just happened here, but I would like to hear it from at least three of you. How about... Mr. Potter, Miss Brown, and... Miss McDonald," she finished, indicating toward a second year girl with red hair who had been watching from the corner. "Everyone else may go back to their studies, but I may need to speak to some of you individually. Potter, Brown, McDonald- follow me, please." Harry, Lavender, and Natalie McDonald silently followed Professor Nemo around the corner. The remaining students went back to their classes.
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"What exactly happened, you three?" Professor Nemo paced around her office. Lavender was sitting in the visitor's chair in front of Professor Nemo's desk, Natalie was hovering in the corner, and Harry was leaning against the window sill, watching the third year Hufflepuffs potting wildonflowers.
"Lavender?" Professor Nemo turned to Lavender's chair. Lavender just played with some strands of her hair and stared off into space.
"Miss Brown!" Professor Nemo said, a little louder this time. Lavender jumped.
"Ummmmmm," she stuttered. "Well, I was talking to Hermione, and all of a sudden, she punched me!" Harry stared at her, amazed. Then, he was suddenly furious.
"That is a lie!" He shouted.
"Calm down, Harry," Professor Nemo said. "Let Lavender finish." Harry sighed and leaned back against the window. The professor gave Lavender a penetrating stare through her wire-rimmed glasses.
"You're sure that that was the way it happened?" she inquired. Lavender nodded. "Well, Harry doesn't seem to agree." Professor Nemo motioned toward Harry. "Let's here your story, Potter."
"Well, Lavender was mad at Hermione because her little sister, Gracie, likes Hermione more then Lavender. So, Lavender pounced on poor Hermione. It was all Lavender's fault," Harry protested.
"That is not true!" Lavender cried. "I would never do anything of the sort! Professor Nemo, he's lying. He's best friends with Hermione. He'd do anything to get her out of trouble."
"Yes," said Professor Nemo quietly, looking into Harry's eyes, "I know." Then, she sighed. "Well, Natalie," she began, "whatever story you say is true is true for me."
Natalie looked positively terrified. "Um, er, well, I don't know," she sputtered.
Professor Nemo smiled. "If you don't want to say it in front of Lavender and Harry, I can have them leave my office for a moment if you like."
"Yes, please," Natalie squeaked. The professor ushered Harry and Lavender out the door and in to the corridor. She shut the door, and Harry was alone with Lavender.
"Liar," Lavender muttered as soon as the door clicked shut. Harry decided not to answer her, but busied himself by listening to an extremely interesting conversation that two paintings were having down the hallway.
"Well, I read that a man in Scotland got one last week," said the old lady in one of the paintings.
"Poor thing!" exclaimed the other painting, a younger girl. "Who was it that it was about?"
"His brother." The older lady replied. "Cried himself to sleep for weeks."
"How'd it happen?" the younger girl questioned.
"The same way in that that lady down in France's daughter did. Horrible," the older lady shuddred.
"So many people," began the younger girl, "ever since..." She trailed off. They started talking again, but Harry had no idea what they wree saying, because suddenly the door flung open. Professor Nemo looked unusually sincere.
"Harry," she said, "you may go. Take Natalie to greenhouse two on your way, please. Lavender, please come with me." Lavender, looking puzzled, stepped into the office after Natalie stepped out. Professor Nemo waved, then shut the door.
"What'd you tell her?" Harry asked Natalie.
"What you said," Natalie replied. She paused. "I can't believe Lavender lied."
"Oh, I can," Harry said, as they made their way to the entrance hall. He flung open the doors and they stepped out into the sunshine. They walked the rest of the way to the greenhouses in silence. Natalie spoke when they stopped in front of greenhouse two.
"Thanks, Harry," she smiled.
"Your welcome, Natalie," Harry said, returning the smile. Natalie blushed and walked into the greenhouse.
Harry ran the rest of the way back to the castle. He wanted to go visit Hermione. He ran up many flights of stairs and raced down lots of corridors before he reached the hospital wing. When he got there, Ron and Ginny were at Hermione's bedside.
"How is she?" Harry gasped, out of breath from running.
"Shhhhh." Ron put a finger to his lips. "She hasn't woken up yet."
"Why not?" Harry asked desperately. He looked at Hermione. She was laying, still as a statue in the bed. She was breathing, though.
"She has one more hour to sleep before the sleeping draught wears off," Ginny explained.
"Why did she need a sleeping draught?" Harry asked, confused.
"It was the only way to cure her," Ron answered. Harry nodded.
"I hope she'll be okay," Ginny said softly.
"Oh, she will be," Ron croaked, but he looked as if he didn't believe what he was saying.
The three of them sat on the bench next to Hermione's bed, waiting for her to wake up. Ginny checked her tiny silver watch.
"She should be waking up any moment now," she announced. They all stared at Hermione for awhile. If anyone had come in at that moment, they would have seen Hermione on the bed and three people waiting around her, watching her intensely, even though she wasn't doing a thing. Then, Hermione stirred. Ron, Harry, and Ginny jumped up and crowded around Hermione's bed.
"Wake up," Ron murmured. As if on command, Hermione's eyes slowly blinked open.
"Where am I?" she said hoarsely.
"The hospital wing," Ginny told her gently. Hermione blinked again and sat up. Three pairs of hands pushed her down again.
"What?" she cried.
"You need to rest," Ron said firmly. Hermione sighed, then nodded. She settled down in bed and looked around.
"Lavender did it, didn't she?" she said, but she said it more of a statement, and not a question. The three people surrounding her nodded. Hermione sighed again.
"When can I leave?" she inquired.
"Madame Pomfrey said that you could tonight, if all went well," Ginny replied. Just then, Madame Pomfrey bustled into the room.
"Good, you're awake," she said briskly. She went over to the shelf and took down a bottle of red liquid. She poured it into a small glass and handed it to Hermione.
"Drink this," she commanded. Hermione gulped it down. Then she made a face.
"Yuck!" she cried. Everyone except for Madame Pomfrey laughed.
"Yes, but it will make you feel better," the nurse explained.
"Oh, I know," Hermione said. "I just don't like the way it tastes."
"Oh, I am so glad you're okay, Hermione!" Ginny cried. Hermione smiled.
"Yeah," she agreed. "Yeah, me too."
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The next day...
"I hate Divination," Ron whined, as he and Harry entered Professor Trelawney's dreary old classroom.
"So does everyone else," Harry muttered. He and Ron climbed up the ladder to the loft and sat at table in the back of the room.
"Except for Lavender and Parvati," Ron pointed out. Harry shrugged.
"True," he agreed.
Everyone in the room chatted for a few minutes. Then Professor Trelawney glided in.
"Good day to you," she greeted everyone. "I have foreseen that this lesson will have a surprise ending. A good way to put your minds in the right prospective, no? Well, it will bring up the suspense in the room, all the while."
Professor Trelawney looked around the room. Everyone was staring at her, confused.
"Well, let's begin our lesson," she exclaimed, ignoring everyone's puzzled looks.
Divination was boring, as usual. Professor Trelawney was continuing with cottaling, and everyone hated it, with the exception, of course, of Lavender and Parvati. They were also the only ones who even gave a second thought about the "surprise" at the end of the lesson.
"Probably she'll predict something terrible about one of us," Harry heard Seamus whisper to Dean.
"Probably Harry," Dean whispered back. "She hates poor Harry." After he heard this, Harry knew how right Dean could be, so he dreaded the end of the lesson. Finally, with only ten more minutes left, Professor Trelawney made an announcement.
"Everyone, the fates are trying to tell me something. Listen." Professor Trelawney shut her eyes and started meditating. Harry looked at Ron and rolled his eyes. They both tried hard not to laugh. Lavender and Parvati, on the other hand, were sitting on the edge of their seats and were watching Professor Trelawney intently. Then, suddenly, with no warning, several things happened at once. The room became freezing cold, Neville clattered off his chair, Parvati screamed, then Professor Trelawney vanished without a trace. Ron and Harry jumped up. The room was in a total uproar. Neville was lying on the floor, whimpering. Seamus and Dean were trying to comfort him. Lavender and Parvati were examining the spot where Professor Trelawney had dissapered.
"I can't imagine where she might have gone!" Harry heard Parvati exclaim.
"Well, I think that the fates were trying to tell us something, and that they took her!" Lavender squealed.
"I think so, too," Ron said, joining the two girls at the front of the room. "I think that they took her as a hint to Dumbledore to get a new Divination teacher!" Harry laughed. Lavender and Parvati frowned.
No one knew what to do. Everyone was shouting, running, and some people (Neville) were even crying. No one noticed the big black screech owl flutter past the window. Ten minutes later, everyone left the classroom, confused. Lavender and Parvait had gone to tell Dumbledore about Professor Trelawney. Harry walked down the stairs with Ron, just as puzzled as everyone else. It was just, poof! She was gone! Just like that. One second she was there, and the next second she was gone. Harry could only think of two things and they were... how did someome like her just... vanish? And why?
With his head bulging with questions, Harry started towards the common roon, Ron trailing after him. Maybe Hermione would have an idea of what had happened...
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"Okay everyone!" shouted Professor McGonagall through all of the chatter and noise. "Homework: Write an essay about how you feel about transfiguring toads into pillows. That will be all and... you are dismissed."
Harry raced out of the classroom with Ron and Hermione. Hermione was patiently retelling McGonagall's lesson on transfiguring toads.
"It's quite simple, really," she was saying. "All you need to do is concentrate."
"I was concentrating." Ron mumbled. Hermione frowned.
"Well, you were obviously not concentrating hard enough. If you had been, the spell would have worked perfectly, if the textbooks are correct. I'm sure they are though, they've only been wrong for me once..." Ron looked over at Harry and rolled his eyes as Hermione rambled on and on. Then all of a sudden she stopped. Lavender Brown stood blocking her path, Parvati behind her, imitating Lavender's smirk. Hermione forced a smile.
"Hello Lavender...Parvti," she said with false cheerfulness.
"Right, Hermione." Lavender said sarcastically. "Look, you stay away from my little sister. You're a bad influence on her. She now, like, reads and studies and stuff. She's acting like all of those weird bookish types. You know...like you." This was all just too much for Hermione. She stepped up toward Lavender and tried to look tough. This was very difficult. Lavender was much taller than Hermione, for she only came up to Lavender's collarbone.
"You're just jealous, Lavender," she said calmly. Lavender's head jerked down and she stared at Hermione, her eyes flashing. Ron made a move as though to knock Lavender over, but Harry grabbed his arm.
"It's Hermione's fight, Ron. We'll only get in to it if things start getting nasty."
"It already has gotten nasty," Ron muttered, but he stepped backward and reluctantly watched the scene from behind Harry. But Ron had been right. Things were nasty. Suddenly, without warning, Lavender pounced on Hermione and knocked her over. Hermione screamed. After a few moments, there was a pile of people in a heap on the floor. People were kicking, screaming, and crying. Harry was trying to pull people out of the heap. Hermione had not been seen or heard from in a while.
"Get off, Get off!" he shouted. Ron imitated him. It was a matter of minutes, (though it seemed like hours) when they finally cleared all of the people off of Hermione. She was laying in the hallway, her eyes shut and her face was expressionless.
"Is she...is she," Ron said, sounding panicked.
"No, of course she's not dead!" Harry shouted. But even he didn't believe that. He tentatively walked up to her and leaned over he face. Then, he sighed and smiled.
"She's breathing," he announced.
Everyone cheered.
"She just fainted. I would too, If all of that weight had been on me!" Ron cried. There was the sound of running footsteps. Professor Nemo appeared in the corridor. She looked around at Harry and Ron leaning over the unconcious Hermione, to Lavender and Parvati over in the corner, (Lavender's lip had been cut) and then to the crowd of people standing on the opposite side of the hallway, breathing heavily. Then she smiled.
"Don't worry, everyone! I know exactly what happened. Here, Harry. Let's put Miss Granger here on a stretcher. She waved her wand and a stretcher appeared next to Hermione. Harry and Professor Nemo lifted her upon it. "
"Ah, Mr. Weasley?" Professor Nemo called out.
"Yes?"
"Would you accompany Miss Granger to the hospital wing? I need to have a word with Mr. Potter and the others." Ron nodded and set off toward the hospital wing, Hermione drifting strangely behind him. As soon as they had vanished behind the corner, Professor Nemo turned to the crowd. Then she spoke very quietly.
"I think I have a pretty good idea of what just happened here, but I would like to hear it from at least three of you. How about... Mr. Potter, Miss Brown, and... Miss McDonald," she finished, indicating toward a second year girl with red hair who had been watching from the corner. "Everyone else may go back to their studies, but I may need to speak to some of you individually. Potter, Brown, McDonald- follow me, please." Harry, Lavender, and Natalie McDonald silently followed Professor Nemo around the corner. The remaining students went back to their classes.
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"What exactly happened, you three?" Professor Nemo paced around her office. Lavender was sitting in the visitor's chair in front of Professor Nemo's desk, Natalie was hovering in the corner, and Harry was leaning against the window sill, watching the third year Hufflepuffs potting wildonflowers.
"Lavender?" Professor Nemo turned to Lavender's chair. Lavender just played with some strands of her hair and stared off into space.
"Miss Brown!" Professor Nemo said, a little louder this time. Lavender jumped.
"Ummmmmm," she stuttered. "Well, I was talking to Hermione, and all of a sudden, she punched me!" Harry stared at her, amazed. Then, he was suddenly furious.
"That is a lie!" He shouted.
"Calm down, Harry," Professor Nemo said. "Let Lavender finish." Harry sighed and leaned back against the window. The professor gave Lavender a penetrating stare through her wire-rimmed glasses.
"You're sure that that was the way it happened?" she inquired. Lavender nodded. "Well, Harry doesn't seem to agree." Professor Nemo motioned toward Harry. "Let's here your story, Potter."
"Well, Lavender was mad at Hermione because her little sister, Gracie, likes Hermione more then Lavender. So, Lavender pounced on poor Hermione. It was all Lavender's fault," Harry protested.
"That is not true!" Lavender cried. "I would never do anything of the sort! Professor Nemo, he's lying. He's best friends with Hermione. He'd do anything to get her out of trouble."
"Yes," said Professor Nemo quietly, looking into Harry's eyes, "I know." Then, she sighed. "Well, Natalie," she began, "whatever story you say is true is true for me."
Natalie looked positively terrified. "Um, er, well, I don't know," she sputtered.
Professor Nemo smiled. "If you don't want to say it in front of Lavender and Harry, I can have them leave my office for a moment if you like."
"Yes, please," Natalie squeaked. The professor ushered Harry and Lavender out the door and in to the corridor. She shut the door, and Harry was alone with Lavender.
"Liar," Lavender muttered as soon as the door clicked shut. Harry decided not to answer her, but busied himself by listening to an extremely interesting conversation that two paintings were having down the hallway.
"Well, I read that a man in Scotland got one last week," said the old lady in one of the paintings.
"Poor thing!" exclaimed the other painting, a younger girl. "Who was it that it was about?"
"His brother." The older lady replied. "Cried himself to sleep for weeks."
"How'd it happen?" the younger girl questioned.
"The same way in that that lady down in France's daughter did. Horrible," the older lady shuddred.
"So many people," began the younger girl, "ever since..." She trailed off. They started talking again, but Harry had no idea what they wree saying, because suddenly the door flung open. Professor Nemo looked unusually sincere.
"Harry," she said, "you may go. Take Natalie to greenhouse two on your way, please. Lavender, please come with me." Lavender, looking puzzled, stepped into the office after Natalie stepped out. Professor Nemo waved, then shut the door.
"What'd you tell her?" Harry asked Natalie.
"What you said," Natalie replied. She paused. "I can't believe Lavender lied."
"Oh, I can," Harry said, as they made their way to the entrance hall. He flung open the doors and they stepped out into the sunshine. They walked the rest of the way to the greenhouses in silence. Natalie spoke when they stopped in front of greenhouse two.
"Thanks, Harry," she smiled.
"Your welcome, Natalie," Harry said, returning the smile. Natalie blushed and walked into the greenhouse.
Harry ran the rest of the way back to the castle. He wanted to go visit Hermione. He ran up many flights of stairs and raced down lots of corridors before he reached the hospital wing. When he got there, Ron and Ginny were at Hermione's bedside.
"How is she?" Harry gasped, out of breath from running.
"Shhhhh." Ron put a finger to his lips. "She hasn't woken up yet."
"Why not?" Harry asked desperately. He looked at Hermione. She was laying, still as a statue in the bed. She was breathing, though.
"She has one more hour to sleep before the sleeping draught wears off," Ginny explained.
"Why did she need a sleeping draught?" Harry asked, confused.
"It was the only way to cure her," Ron answered. Harry nodded.
"I hope she'll be okay," Ginny said softly.
"Oh, she will be," Ron croaked, but he looked as if he didn't believe what he was saying.
The three of them sat on the bench next to Hermione's bed, waiting for her to wake up. Ginny checked her tiny silver watch.
"She should be waking up any moment now," she announced. They all stared at Hermione for awhile. If anyone had come in at that moment, they would have seen Hermione on the bed and three people waiting around her, watching her intensely, even though she wasn't doing a thing. Then, Hermione stirred. Ron, Harry, and Ginny jumped up and crowded around Hermione's bed.
"Wake up," Ron murmured. As if on command, Hermione's eyes slowly blinked open.
"Where am I?" she said hoarsely.
"The hospital wing," Ginny told her gently. Hermione blinked again and sat up. Three pairs of hands pushed her down again.
"What?" she cried.
"You need to rest," Ron said firmly. Hermione sighed, then nodded. She settled down in bed and looked around.
"Lavender did it, didn't she?" she said, but she said it more of a statement, and not a question. The three people surrounding her nodded. Hermione sighed again.
"When can I leave?" she inquired.
"Madame Pomfrey said that you could tonight, if all went well," Ginny replied. Just then, Madame Pomfrey bustled into the room.
"Good, you're awake," she said briskly. She went over to the shelf and took down a bottle of red liquid. She poured it into a small glass and handed it to Hermione.
"Drink this," she commanded. Hermione gulped it down. Then she made a face.
"Yuck!" she cried. Everyone except for Madame Pomfrey laughed.
"Yes, but it will make you feel better," the nurse explained.
"Oh, I know," Hermione said. "I just don't like the way it tastes."
"Oh, I am so glad you're okay, Hermione!" Ginny cried. Hermione smiled.
"Yeah," she agreed. "Yeah, me too."
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The next day...
"I hate Divination," Ron whined, as he and Harry entered Professor Trelawney's dreary old classroom.
"So does everyone else," Harry muttered. He and Ron climbed up the ladder to the loft and sat at table in the back of the room.
"Except for Lavender and Parvati," Ron pointed out. Harry shrugged.
"True," he agreed.
Everyone in the room chatted for a few minutes. Then Professor Trelawney glided in.
"Good day to you," she greeted everyone. "I have foreseen that this lesson will have a surprise ending. A good way to put your minds in the right prospective, no? Well, it will bring up the suspense in the room, all the while."
Professor Trelawney looked around the room. Everyone was staring at her, confused.
"Well, let's begin our lesson," she exclaimed, ignoring everyone's puzzled looks.
Divination was boring, as usual. Professor Trelawney was continuing with cottaling, and everyone hated it, with the exception, of course, of Lavender and Parvati. They were also the only ones who even gave a second thought about the "surprise" at the end of the lesson.
"Probably she'll predict something terrible about one of us," Harry heard Seamus whisper to Dean.
"Probably Harry," Dean whispered back. "She hates poor Harry." After he heard this, Harry knew how right Dean could be, so he dreaded the end of the lesson. Finally, with only ten more minutes left, Professor Trelawney made an announcement.
"Everyone, the fates are trying to tell me something. Listen." Professor Trelawney shut her eyes and started meditating. Harry looked at Ron and rolled his eyes. They both tried hard not to laugh. Lavender and Parvati, on the other hand, were sitting on the edge of their seats and were watching Professor Trelawney intently. Then, suddenly, with no warning, several things happened at once. The room became freezing cold, Neville clattered off his chair, Parvati screamed, then Professor Trelawney vanished without a trace. Ron and Harry jumped up. The room was in a total uproar. Neville was lying on the floor, whimpering. Seamus and Dean were trying to comfort him. Lavender and Parvati were examining the spot where Professor Trelawney had dissapered.
"I can't imagine where she might have gone!" Harry heard Parvati exclaim.
"Well, I think that the fates were trying to tell us something, and that they took her!" Lavender squealed.
"I think so, too," Ron said, joining the two girls at the front of the room. "I think that they took her as a hint to Dumbledore to get a new Divination teacher!" Harry laughed. Lavender and Parvati frowned.
No one knew what to do. Everyone was shouting, running, and some people (Neville) were even crying. No one noticed the big black screech owl flutter past the window. Ten minutes later, everyone left the classroom, confused. Lavender and Parvait had gone to tell Dumbledore about Professor Trelawney. Harry walked down the stairs with Ron, just as puzzled as everyone else. It was just, poof! She was gone! Just like that. One second she was there, and the next second she was gone. Harry could only think of two things and they were... how did someome like her just... vanish? And why?
With his head bulging with questions, Harry started towards the common roon, Ron trailing after him. Maybe Hermione would have an idea of what had happened...
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