And another Quidditch match. No cancellation this time.
HARRY XII
He woke up to a bright sunshine. The day seemed perfect for the second game of the year, the one that would take place between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Harry jumped out of his bed, feeling full of energy, and dressed himself. He didn't feel like anything could sour his mood today.
As he put on his shoes, sitting onto his bed, he felt the outline of Tom Riddle's diary under his mattress. Harry had not written in it since the evening of Valentine's Day, the day Tom Marvolo Riddle revealed how Hagrid was arrested for opening the Chamber of Secrets. Harry, Ron and Hermione each struggled to believe that Hagrid would open the Chamber of Secrets, and they decided to not bring up that matter with Hagrid unless there was another attack. Since there was none that occurred since the end of Christmas holidays, they had not talked about it, and given the conversation Harry had with his mother during Easter, he was not ready to believe Hagrid was guilty. Tom Riddle must have caught the wrong person. He must have assumed wrongfully that Hagrid was guilty because of the beast he was raising, and everyone else except Dumbledore believed Hagrid was guilty because he was a half-giant.
Harry didn't tell Ron and Hermione that last piece of information about Hagrid. His mother told him explicitly not to tell them, and truth be told, Harry understood. He had read discreetly about giants since he returned, and everything he read before was confirmed in those new books he consulted. Giants were depicted as violent and evil creatures, incapable of any basic human feeling. Half-giants were not depicted in any better light. He preferred to keep the secret about this. Perhaps he would tell Ron and Hermione if another attack happened, but so far there had been no sign of the heir of Slytherin in a very long while.
Once ready, Harry went down to the Great Hall to take his breakfast. The absence of attacks for months had made almost everyone forget about the possibility of him being Slytherin's heir, and most Gryffindors gave him encouraging words on his way to their table. He sat with the rest of the team, where Wood welcomed him with great relief.
"You're late," he told Harry.
"It's only eight thirty, Oliver," Harry pointed out. He still had two hours and a half to take his breakfast and get ready for the match.
"You're later than the others. Except Fred and George, but that's no surprise coming from them."
"Feeling ready, Harry?" Katie asked him.
"Yes."
"You better be. All of you," Wood declared as he put eggs and bacon in everyone's plate but forgot his own.
"It's fine, Oliver," Angelina said. "We defeated Hufflepuff last year after only five minutes. It's not as if we were playing against Slytherin."
"We need this victory to make sure we remain in the course for the Quidditch Cup. Now, eat. We must not play on an empty stomach."
"Speaking of which, you should fill your plate with something."
Angelina's words seemed to wake up Wood who immediately processed to add all kind of food to his plate, giving them a few seconds, if not a few minutes of respite. Katie, who sat right next to Harry, seemed relieved as well.
The mood was quite positive in the Great Hall, and it reverberated on Harry, making the day look even more beautiful. As a result, Harry had no problem eating a good breakfast, though he was careful not to eat too much either.
Ron and Hermione arrived a little after him. Fred and George weren't far behind. "So, do you feel ready for today?" Hermione asked.
"Ready?" Ron asked as if Hermione just voiced a stupid question. "Harry caught the Snitch after only five minutes last time. We must just determine how long it will take for him to catch it this time."
"Don't cry victory too early," they heard Oliver say from the other side. "We only led by ten points last time when Harry caught the Snitch."
"Oh, Oliver, stop playing the spoilsport," Fred said. "We've got one game in the year that is easy to win. Let us enjoy it a little. It's not as if we had been crushed by the Slytherins anyway."
"We need this victory to have the Quidditch Cup."
"And we will have it. Stop worrying too much now. Let us enjoy our breakfast in peace."
"And in merriment," George added.
"To crushing Hufflepuff!" the other brother declared quite loudly.
Harry looked at the Hufflepuff students right behind them at the other table. Some heard Fred, and they didn't like what he just said.
"Care to repeat that, Weasley?" one of the Beaters from the other team, Anthony Rickett, threw at him.
"Of course! To crushing Hufflepuff!"
This time, both twins said it at the same time, and louder. Rickett turned to the other Beater, Maxine O'Flaherty, and whispered something in her ear. They nodded together, then raised their glasses filled with pumpkin juice.
"To crushing Gryffindor!" they said together, emptying their glasses in a single gulp.
Some Hufflepuffs around them applauded afterwards. Fred and George looked at each other, filled their glasses as well, and did exactly the same.
"To crushing Hufflepuff!" This time though, Ron joined them. And people at the table of Gryffindors applauded as well.
Soon, both tables challenged each other, emptying glasses in numbers that kept growing, until finally all students from each table were emptying their glasses at the same time, some climbing on their table, and others even trying to drink the pumpkin juice by letting the juice fall from a few feet over their faces, which ended with Seamus and Dean, but also Ernie and Hannah being sprayed by the orange liquid.
Harry and the others, from both houses, had a very good laugh thanks to this friendly competition, a foretaste of the game. Everyone was in good spirits when both captains, Wood and Fleet, ordered their respective teams to head for the stadium. The only black mark to breakfast was when George couldn't stop himself from shouting while they were leaving the Great Hall.
"Don't fly too close to our Seeker, or you might end up being Petrified."
Right at the time when things finally seemed to be getting better at Hogwarts, Harry wished the twins had kept their jokes for themselves. There was even Ginny who ran away from them the moment after George yelled that.
Harry went back to the common room to take his broomstick and Quidditch uniform, then went back to the pitch. It didn't take long to change clothes. Oliver delivered his usual speech after reminding them of their strategy, then in no time they were flying across the stadium under the acclamations of the crowd.
"Hello, everyone. I am Lee Jordan, and I will be the one to comment this Quidditch game for you. Today, Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor," the friend of Fred and George declared in the magical microphone. "This game will be crucial for this season. Gryffindor, who won their first game against Slytherin, is playing to join Ravenclaw at the head of the ranking. Hufflepuff, who lost their first game against Ravenclaw, is playing to remain eligible for the Quidditch Cup."
"Now, please welcome the players of Hufflepuff. Malcolm Preece, Heidi Macavoy and Tamsin Applebee as Chasers. Anna Fleet, their captain, as the Keeper. Anthony Rickett and Maxine O'Flaherty as Beaters. And their Seeker, Cedric Diggory!"
Harry looked at the new Seeker of Hufflepuff. He was much older and larger than Harry, which would give Harry a very good advantage in chasing the Golden Snitch. Still, Oliver told him to not underestimate this new Seeker. He may have lost against Ravenclaw, but he was good. Harry, as always, never took anything for granted in Quidditch. He would do his utmost to catch the Snitch as quickly as possible.
"And now, please welcome the team of Gryffindor. Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, the only trio of women Chasers in Hogwarts! Oliver Wood, their captain, as the Keeper! Fred and George Weasley, the Beaters! And their Seeker Harry Potter!"
As always, the sounds of the crowd were deafening. The benches seemed divided between the two teams. It was only during the games where Slytherin played that the three quarters of the school sided with one team. The rest of the time, a part of the crowd was neutral, and the assistance was more evenly divided between the two teams.
Harry flew by the tower where his mother was sitting and waved his hand in her direction, which she returned. Harry positioned himself at his usual place, above the other players, as Madam Hooch approached the central circles. Anna Fleet and Oliver shook hands. To Harry's surprise, Cedric Diggory flew in his direction and stopped right next to him.
"Good luck, Harry."
Surprised, Harry shook the hand he offered nonetheless. "Good luck, Cedric."
The Seeker went to take back his position. Not long after, the balls were released. Madam Hooch then threw the Quaffle in the air.
"LET THE GAME BEGIN!"
Harry began immediately to look for the Golden Snitch, while keeping an eye on the progress of the game. Angelina narrowly missed the Quaffle which was seized by Heidi Macavoy. She then made a pass to Preece who was, according to Oliver, the best Chaser in the Hufflepuff team. Best or not, Preece lost the Quaffle when a Bludger sent by either Fred or George caught him in the stomach. Katie recovered the Quaffle and immediately sent it to Angelina who was already flying in direction of the Hufflepuff goalposts. One of their Beaters hit a Bludger in her direction, but Angelina only had to slide slightly to her left to avoid it. Angelina deliberately slowed down, following the strategies developed by Wood. Their sleepless mornings were coming to fruition, as Angelina threw the Quaffle just a little ahead of Alicia who caught it at full speed and flew right towards the goalposts. Anna Fleet did her best, but she was tricked by Alicia's feint, who threw the Quaffle in the right ring instead of the left one.
CLING!
"Alicia Spinnet scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!" feasted Lee Jordan, at the same time as the other Gryffindor supporters. Harry himself couldn't stop himself from doing a little figure and clapping in the hand of Alicia as she flew past him. He returned pretty quickly to his main task of finding the Golden Snitch though.
Cedric Diggory was flying on the other side of the pitch, high in the air just like Harry. He was looking for the Snitch as well, but nothing showed he had any more clue as to where the Snitch was than Harry.
In the meantime, Fleet had sent to Quaffle to Macavoy.
"Macavoy moves forward... She avoids a Bludger... She then avoids... No, Johnson got the Quaffle out of her hands... But Preece recovers it... Only to receive a Bludger in the face... Johnson takes the Quaffle... She is just in front of the goalposts... She makes a pass to Spinnet... Back to Johnson... She scores!"
A part of the crowd roared as Gryffindor took the lead 20-0. The captain of Hufflepuff sent the Quaffle to Macavoy again, who this time managed to avoid both a Bludger and Katie before she passed the red ball to Applebee. The two girls of Hufflepuff flew side by side, exchanging the Quaffle between them, managing to pass the middle of the pitch. Then, as Applebee made another pass to Macavoy, in order to avoid Katie who just appeared behind her, a Bludger was sent flying between the two players of Hufflepuff and hit the Quaffle. The ball was recovered by Alicia who flew under Macavoy and Applebee in order to avoid them. However, she lost speed when she took altitude again and got hit by a Bludger, losing the Quaffle that almost hung up in the air at this low altitude. Preece took it back, but lost it almost immediately to Katie who managed to gain back some altitude before she passed the Quaffle to Angelina. A Bludger tried to get her, then another, this time struck by a Ravenclaw bat. Angelina avoided both of them. Then she avoided Preece, but Macavoy somehow managed to catch her up. Angelina turned right to avoid her, but Applebee took care of removing the Quaffle from her hands. Macavoy took the red ball and sent it back to Fleet in their scoring area, who then sent it to Preece.
The Hufflepuffs struggled to get the Quaffle out of their side of the pitch. Preece dropped the Quaffle after nearly taking a Bludger on his arm, then Angelina recovered it, sent it to Alicia who almost scored their third goal. Only, this time, Anna Fleet blocked the red ball and immediately launched a counterattack by sending it back to Preece.
The Quaffle made it back and forth between the Chasers and Hufflepuff's Keeper. Oliver was having an easy job today. Fleet, on the other hand, had her hands full. She stopped the Quaffle from going through one of her rings three times, once by barely deviating it with her fingertips, which made the ball bounce back against the frame of the ring without getting inside. However, there were just so many times she could repel the Quaffle, and when Katie sent the ball through the left ring with her fist, Fleet's sequence of stops came to an end.
The captain of Hufflepuff then sent the Quaffle to Preece again, but the Chaser received a Bludger almost at the same time and missed the Quaffle, which landed into Angelina's lap. She approached the right ring, but passed over her shoulder to Alicia who just struck the red ball through the left ring. Fleet then tried to make a pass to Macavoy, only for Katie to intercept it with her broom's tail before scoring yet again in the left ring.
It was now 50-0 for Gryffindor. Gryffindor's Chasers were flying around the circles of Hufflepuff, and Anna Fleet seemed at a loss about what to do, probably afraid that wherever she would throw the Quaffle, it would get in the hands of red players who would increase the advance of their team. Harry stopped his search of the Golden Snitch, which kept evading him, to look at Diggory. He didn't seem agitated and kept searching, just like Harry did.
Madam Hooch's whistle resonated through the stadium at this moment.
"TIME OUT CALLED BY HUFFLEPUFF!"
Harry went to the Gryffindor's goalposts immediately, where all his teammates were gathering with Wood on the ground, inside the scoring area. Harry kept looking around to see if he could catch a glimpse of the Golden Snitch as he flew down.
"Well played, everyone," Oliver was telling them as Harry unmounted his Nimbus. "Keep the pressure on them. We must keep the momentum."
"Sure you don't want to leave them a chance, Oliver?" Fred asked, a wide smile on his face. "You're almost jobless right now."
"Angelina, Alicia, Katie, keep scoring points. And use the second strategy I told you about. We've used the first for most of the game so far. We must not let them find our weaknesses. Fred, George, keep protecting them. Harry, find the Snitch. Diggory may not look like it, but he's a very good Seeker. Don't let him find the Golden Snitch first."
The time out was already over. Harry and his friends went back in the skies.
"And the game resumes," started Lee. "Fleet sends the Quaffle to Applebee... The three Hufflepuff Chasers are flying next to each other. They fly down, almost to the ground..."
Harry looked at the three Chasers. They flew so low that their feet were almost touching the ground. Angelina, Alicia and Katie, who probably expected an attack at a higher altitude, were forced to dive down, giving them a speed advantage.
"Applebee... Wait, what are Macavoy and Preece doing... They block Johnson, and Spinnet... Bell is on Applebee..."
Harry was looking for the Snitch around this area, and he had to admit that Tamsin Applebee proved to be quite clever this time. She leaned on her broom, almost lying flat on its handle, and flew even closer to the ground. Katie was disconcerted by such a low altitude, and this unexpected move caused her to totally miss her approach on the Hufflepuff girl. Applebee then continued her trajectory to Gryffindor's scoring area and flew up at such an angle that her broomstick barely arrived at the level of the lowest circle before it stopped in the air. Angelina was coming behind her, and she would have taken the Quaffle away from Hufflepuff if Applebee had not jumped from her broomstick. She made to shoot in the left circle, but Oliver stood in the way. He would have stopped the Quaffle had Applebee not redirected its course to the central ring in the last instant.
When the usual cling sounded through the stadium for the first time of the game for Hufflepuff, their section exploded. Harry had to admit himself this goal was impressive. Tamsin Applebee barely managed to take back the control of her broomstick when she fell back on it, only managing to stop its drop when she was maybe one or two feet from the ground. That didn't stop her from doing a lap of honor for bringing Hufflepuff on the scoring board in an impressive way.
Harry saw that his own teams was quite shocked by the maneuver. Even Oliver didn't see it coming from a Hufflepuff Chaser. However, the three girls of Gryffindor quickly regained their senses when Fred and George caught a Bludger. And when Harry meant they caught a Bludger, it was because the Weasleys had truly caught a Bludger. They had been practicing this tactic ever since last year, for dozens of hours. It required precision, talent, and a synchronization that many people would have deemed impossible, but not to the twin brothers.
They began exchanging the Bludger between them. Oliver sent the Quaffle to Katie who took position behind Fred and George as they advanced through the pitch. They had performed this move before, but the other teams didn't seem to have found a way around it yet. Even Applebee, who just scored, did not dare to approach Katie who was protected on the front by a moving Bludger, and on the back by the two other Chasers of Gryffindor who followed her. They travelled through the pitch without any problem, Alicia even almost taking a Bludger to prevent the one Rickett sent towards Katie's back from breaking their formation. Anna Fleet might have anticipated the maneuver for she didn't move when Fred and George approached with the Bludger. When they sent it far over her head, for targeting her would have resulted in a penalty, she didn't move either. But she must have been afraid all the same, for her reflexes were slower than usual and Katie easily scored in the left circle. Gryffindor now led 60-10.
Harry spotted Diggory accelerating from the corner of his eyes, and proceeded to follow him while looking in the direction the Seeker of Hufflepuff seemed to be staring at. However, Harry soon realized that Diggory was chasing after nothing as he turned around one of the towers of the stadium. There was no Golden Snitch this way. Harry resumed his own research, noticing after a moment that Diggory had abandoned his own chase after a moment. He must have seen something shining in the crowd or something. Harry himself spotted one such shine only to find out it came from a necklace a Ravenclaw student was wearing.
In the meantime, Lee Jordan continued to comment on the match.
"Johnson to Spinnet... Spinnet goes around a tower... Oh, Preece almost rammed into it... She avoids a Bludger... Returns the Quaffle to Johnson... She avoids a Bludger... Then Applebee, and Macavoy too... She's in the scoring area, and... Oh, Fleet got the Quaffle... She hesitates to return it... The Chasers of Gryffindor are turning around her very aggressively. They're not giving her a single inch... A long pass... Macavoy got it... The Gryffindor Chasers are too far... Oh, a Bludger from Fred Weasley just got her... But the Quaffle is recovered by Applebee..."
Harry heard the crowd of Hufflepuffs shouting and yelling in support, maybe galvanized by what their Chaser did before. However, despite managing to get to the goalposts of Gryffindor, Applebee couldn't repeat her previous exploit and Wood stopped her shoot.
"Wood... Sends it back Johnson... Preece takes it back... He shoots... Wood stops it again... He sends to Bell... She avoids a Bludger... A pass to Johnson... Then to Spinnet... Then to Johns... Applebee got it back... She loses it to Bell... Bell to Johnson who's ahead... She's flying straight to the goalposts... Preece and Macavoy on her tail... She shoots... Fleet stops it... She sends back to Preece... No, it's Spinnet... She scores!"
70-10 for Gryffindor now. The red section of the crowd was cheering loudly. Their team definitely had the upper hand, but it would mean nothing if Harry didn't catch the Golden Snitch. He didn't see the Snitch though. He heard people shouting about it as he flew by them.
"The Snitch! The Snitch! The Snitch is there!"
These were supporters of Hufflepuff who were yelling, right as Harry was flying over their benches. And indeed, they were right. Harry spotted the Golden Snitch right in front of their section. He dove down. He heard screams, reached out with his right arm. This time, no rogue Bludger was there to distract him or, even more important, to break his arm. The Snitch made a movement on the right at the last instant, but Harry, thanks to years of reflexes, just followed him and closed its hand on it at the right moment. He then straightened his trajectory, and came face to face with Diggory who was rushing in his direction, probably hoping to catch the Snitch. For a moment, his eyes and Harry's met, and Harry met the same fear he had. They both pulled on their left, avoiding a devastating collision that could have ruined both their broomsticks and sent them both to the hospital wing of the castle. But after this moment of fear was over, and they were both flying in opposite directions, it was Harry who raised his hand to show he had the Golden Snitch.
Half the stadium exploded. They had won.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS! Final score! Gryffindor: two hundred and twenty points. Hufflepuff: ten points. GRYFFINDOR WINS!"
The final score was even better than last year, and the supporters of Gryffindor showed their happiness in all ways possible. Harry and his teammates joined for a collective hug in the air, and slowly let their broomsticks bring them down as the pitch was filled by Gryffindors who cheered them. Ron and Hermione were at the forefront of the large group.
"Well, Harry, it's over," Fred told him over all the shouting and yelling and screaming while Harry hugged Hermione.
"Yes. No heir of Slytherin left. Only the best Seeker in Hogwarts' history," George completed.
For once, Harry was happy they talked about him being the heir of Slytherin, because it was to say that he was not. And indeed, in this very moment, no one seemed to think he was the heir of Slytherin, in reality or in joke.
Amidst the celebrations on the field, Harry saw Oliver Wood and Anna Fleet shake hands. Cedric Diggory, the opposite Seeker, also shook Wood's hand, and as the players of Gryffindor began to return to their changing rooms, they ended up shaking hands with all Hufflepuff players.
"Nice thing you did with the Bludger," Anthony Rickett told Fred and George. "You think you could show us how to do it?"
"Sorry, intellectual property," both twins said at the same time. Even Rickett and his fellow Beater, O'Flaherty, laughed.
Angelina and Oliver congratulated Tamsin Applebee for her goal. "If only I had managed more like this one, but it's tough getting through you," the Hufflepuff Chaser told them.
"Congratulations, Harry," Cedric Diggory told him while shaking his hand. "Nice catch."
"Thank you, Cedric," Harry replied, somewhat surprised how well the Hufflepuffs, especially Cedric, took the defeat. While his teammates obviously made an effort to look happy for the Gryffindors, and Harry and most of his teammates, except perhaps Fred and George, tried to be kind with the Hufflepuffs who congratulated them, Diggory seemed to take the defeat much more easily.
"Good luck for your last game," he then told Harry. "The Seeker of Ravenclaw is good. It won't be easy to defeat her."
Harry knew. He attended all Quidditch matches of the season where Gryffindor did not play, and after seeing the Seeker of Ravenclaw, Cho Chang, a very small girl, and the only Seeker of Hogwarts who happened to be a girl, beating both Diggory and Malfoy, he knew he would have to be prepared when he would face her. After all, she and Harry were the only active Seekers who happened to be so far undefeated.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the one person he couldn't be happier to see right now, since for once she saw him win a Quidditch game without something going wrong.
"No rogue Bludger this time? No mad broomstick?" she asked, obviously teasing him.
"No, Mom. Only a normal Quidditch game. And we won!"
She was smiling widely, and ruffled his hair, causing him to laugh even more. Fred and George were also with their mother. Even Percy was there. Harry noticed that all Weasleys were present, except for Ginny. It was strange. He thought that she loved Quidditch. He preferred to think that the fact she watched so many of Gryffindor's practices from the benches was because she loved the sport.
Harry only had so little time to spend with his mother. Anyway, parents soon left in order to let the players of Gryffindor and their friends join a party in the common room. Harry was heading to the tower with Ron and Hermione when he heard it.
"Kill this time... let me rip... tear..."
He stopped in his tracks so abruptly that Ron and Hermione almost rammed into him. They were almost alone in the Entrance Hall. Harry had spent a longer time with his mother and Ron's parents after the game, and so they were the last ones to get back inside. Harry tried to listen, but no other words came.
"Harry, what's going on? Ron asked. "Something's wrong?"
"The voice! I just heard it again! Didn't you?"
By their expression, it was clear they didn't. Ron and Hermione were the only ones to know about this voice Harry kept hearing since the year started. Neither his mother nor Dumbledore knew about it. It had been months since he last heard it. He heard it and followed it when he found Colin Creevey after he was Petrified, but he had also heard it on other occasions.
"Harry." Hermione's gaze looked strange, as if she was thinking very hard. "I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!"
"What does she understand?" Harry asked Ron. The voice had completely disappeared. It was nowhere to be heard.
"Loads more than I do," replied Ron, obviously ignorant as to what Hermione just seemed to get.
"Why did she go to the library?"
"Because that's what Hermione does. When in doubt, go to the library."
It was true. Harry himself had a tendency to follow her there. "Maybe I should follow her."
"No way! There's party in the Gryffindor Tower. You're going to miss all the fun. Let Hermione alone with books for once."
Harry was equally tempted to follow Hermione than to join the party. Finally, he made an internal compromise to go to the party, then to join Hermione in the library if she would not return to the common room after a certain time.
The party was quite fun. Not as much as the one after they defeated Slytherin, but still. The Gryffindors were well on their way to win the Quidditch Cup, and also the House Cup thanks to their final score today. It was cause for celebrations, and Harry and the other players were at the center of it. All these months during which he was suspected of attacking other students seemed to be long gone. After quite some time though, Harry noticed that Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He asked Lavender and Parvati if they saw her in their dormitory, but both were negative. They didn't see Hermione since the end of the game. Harry managed to extricate himself from the party and went to the dormitory. The party had not left him any occasion to stow his broomstick, who had remained against a wall of the common room for this whole time. He meant to put it back to its place before going to find Hermione. However, when he walked into the dormitory, he became the witness of something he never expected.
Harry's trunk had been emptied and its content spread around the dormitory, just like for the content of his drawers. Some of his clothes laid ripped on the floor. Pages from some of his books were torn off. Someone ransacked his bed and everything that belonged to him. Who could have done this? Only Gryffindor students could access the tower. Harry began gathering his stuff, looking for what the burglar might have taken. When he took the last book of Lockhart and checked under his mattress, he knew right away what had been stolen.
"Riddle's diary's gone," he whispered.
He went back to the party and tried to find Ron. However, for an unknown reason, Harry couldn't manage to find him. He finally decided to leave the tower and went to the library. He had to see what Hermione was doing there.
The evening was approaching, and the corridors were almost empty after the excitement of the Quidditch match. Harry made his way to the library, but not long before he reached it, he turned a corner to find a gathering of students. They seemed to be looking at something on the floor.
"What's going on?"
They almost all turned to look at him. They were all pale. Harry recognized many Hufflepuff students in the group, including Ernie Macmillan, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott. The latter stood aside to reveal what, or rather who they were looking at.
Harry was greeted by the worst sight he could have imagined in this moment. The body of a student was on the floor, on her back, unmoving, her skin turned grey, her right hand raised in front of her. A mirror was lying on the floor. His heart stopped to beat right away. It was Hermione. She was Petrified.
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