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3. A Night in "The Leaky Cauldron".
I'm running across the rocks. My feet are bleeding and my lungs feel as though they're going to explode, but I'm out. I'm free. I feel the spray and rain dashing against my face. The sea looks deadly, the foam leaps from it like wild, white horses. I know that if I want to survive, I too will have to be tossed on the waves like a piece of driftwood. I stand on the edge of a cliff. The rock beneath my feet is slippery and weather worn. The harsh wind cuts into my face, and I know I have to jump and swim. It's the only way to escape. So, I bend my legs, stretch out my arms and dive…
'Harry, Harry are you okay?' said Ron as he shook Harry awake.
'Uh, yeah I'm fine.'
'What was that? You were shaking and you kind of went all… weird.'
'Oh, it was just a dream, I keep getting,' Harry replied.
'What, about You Know Who?'
'Nah, but it's like that. Look, its hard to explain, do you want to go down stairs?'
Ron followed Harry down to the bar. They sat down in the corner where no one could see them and he continued his story.
'Well, it's about this girl.'
'Ooooooooh.'
'No it's like that,' said Harry edgily, 'she's in Azkaban, or at least she was until tonight. Last time she was free, escaping!' Ron eyed Harry curiously. 'It's awful, there's no way she was any older than us and in Azkaban, what could she have done? I just have the feeling she's real, that's all.'
I dunno Harry,' said Ron anxiously, 'maybe you should write to Dumbledore or Sirius, just to check. I heard about children in Azkaban once, but I just thought my mum was trying to scare me out of eating my greens.'
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3. A Night in "The Leaky Cauldron".
I'm running across the rocks. My feet are bleeding and my lungs feel as though they're going to explode, but I'm out. I'm free. I feel the spray and rain dashing against my face. The sea looks deadly, the foam leaps from it like wild, white horses. I know that if I want to survive, I too will have to be tossed on the waves like a piece of driftwood. I stand on the edge of a cliff. The rock beneath my feet is slippery and weather worn. The harsh wind cuts into my face, and I know I have to jump and swim. It's the only way to escape. So, I bend my legs, stretch out my arms and dive…
'Harry, Harry are you okay?' said Ron as he shook Harry awake.
'Uh, yeah I'm fine.'
'What was that? You were shaking and you kind of went all… weird.'
'Oh, it was just a dream, I keep getting,' Harry replied.
'What, about You Know Who?'
'Nah, but it's like that. Look, its hard to explain, do you want to go down stairs?'
Ron followed Harry down to the bar. They sat down in the corner where no one could see them and he continued his story.
'Well, it's about this girl.'
'Ooooooooh.'
'No it's like that,' said Harry edgily, 'she's in Azkaban, or at least she was until tonight. Last time she was free, escaping!' Ron eyed Harry curiously. 'It's awful, there's no way she was any older than us and in Azkaban, what could she have done? I just have the feeling she's real, that's all.'
I dunno Harry,' said Ron anxiously, 'maybe you should write to Dumbledore or Sirius, just to check. I heard about children in Azkaban once, but I just thought my mum was trying to scare me out of eating my greens.'