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Chapter 4
The Guillotine
Harry crept along the hall. They had had trouble unlocking the door, which had a spell on it that even a person with psychic powers couldn't open. Harry had finally managed to get it open with a paper clip. Harry wondered if Pan had been to school. When he asked her, she told him one of the ladies taught her every other day.
"Okay. You sneak to the Guillotine Room and free Hermione. I'll stall the bad guys," Pan whispered.
"Right," said Harry, feeling that his words were braver than him. As Harry turned right and Pan turned left, Harry whispered to her, "Good luck."
"Harry! I can't believe it's you! It's really you! You've come to save me! Thank Go- I mean the lord!"
"It's okay, Hermione," Harry assured her, as he untied her.
"Well, Harry, this is good-bye."
"But, Hermione, you're not going to die!"
"No, but you are!" The Hermione transformed into a woman. Harry realized that this wasn't the real Hermione; this woman had used the Pollyjuice Potion.
The woman was evil looking and scary. She had blue hair and ugly fingernails. She chased Harry around the room, and when she finally caught him, she tied him up.
"All right runt. Today is your lucky day. You get the honor of being killed by the most famous guillotine in the world, Big Chopper." The woman's voice was hoarse.
"Not to day, Miss Jester. You're going down!" Pan was standing in the doorway and right behind her was…
"Hermione! Is it you? Are you really truly the real Hermione Granger?"
"Yes, it's her," Pan said while scowling at the woman.
"How? How did you break our lock? How? Tell me!" the woman screamed.
"Simple," said Harry, who managed to get away. "I used one of your paperclips."
"You what?" the woman gasped. Before Harry could answer, the woman was slung against the wall. She was knocked out.
"Come on, before more trouble arrives," said Pan.
"So, dear, where are you going to stay now that you're free?" asked Mrs. Granger. Harry, Hermione, and Pan were all piled in the back of Mr. Granger's car. The Ministry of Magic had left the diner after everything had been sorted out, and Harry was on his way to a fun-filled summer.
"Um, I don't know," Pan said. "I haven't really thought about it."
"You can live with me," Harry offered. "I'll get the Dursleys to let you stay in my room."
"Gee, thanks Harry," Pan said, sounding really excited.
"Okay, everyone out of the car," said Mr. Granger. Harry looked up and saw for the first time, Hermione's house. It was a small two story compared to the houses next to it. The neighborhood, which was called Green Grass Valley, seemed to be in good shape.
"Okay, dinner's in a half an hour so y'all can go on upstairs to Hermione's room and play," said Mrs. Granger.
Dinner was delicious. They had roast chicken and potpie.
"Thanks Mrs. Granger. This was delicious!"
"Well, I'm glad you liked it, Pan. You must have been hungry, huh?" Mrs. Granger said as she washed the dishes.
"Yeah," agreed Pan. Harry was beginning to wonder whether or not he should've invited Pan to stay with him at the Dursleys. He smiled as he remembered Dudley's letter. Then, he began to tell the Grangers and Pan about Dudley's mail.