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Prisoner of Azkaban Book Moments (as gathered by Karla)

Karla found a TONNNNN of PoA book moments, and Karla was sweet enough to type them ALLL out!  w00t!

 

Chapter 1
Ron obviously realized that he’d got Harry into trouble, because he hadn’t called again. Harry’s other best friend from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger, hadn’t been in touch either. Harry
suspected that Ron had warned Hermione not to call, which was a pity, because Hermione, the cleverest witch in Harry’s year, had Muggle parents, knew perfectly well how to use a telephone, and would probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts.
Inside this, too, there was a wrapped present, a card and a letter, this time from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Ron wrote to me and told me about his phone call to your Uncle Vernon. I do hope you’re all right.
I’m on holiday in France at the moment and I didn’t know how I was going to send this to you — what if they’d opened it at Customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet (I’ve been getting it delivered; it’s so good to keep up with what’s going on in the wizarding world). Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he’s learning loads, I’m really jealous — the ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.
There’s some interesting local history of witchcraft here, too. I’ve rewritten my whole History of Magic essay to include some of the things I’ve found out. I hope it’s not too long, it’s two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for.
Ron says he’s going to be in London in the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? Will your aunt and uncle let you come? I really hope you can. If not, I’ll see you on the Hogwarts Express on September the first!
Love from
Hermione
Harry laughed again as he put Hermione’s letter aside and picked up her present. It was very heavy. Knowing Hermione, he was sure it would be a large book full of very difficult spells — but it wasn’t. His heart gave a huge bound as he ripped back the paper and saw a sleek
black leather case with silver words stamped across it: Broomstick Servicing Kit.
‘Wow, Hermione!’ Harry whispered, unzipping the case to look inside.
There was a large jar of Fleetwood’s High-Finish Handle Polish, a pair of gleaming silver Tall-Twig Clippers, a tiny brass compass to clip on your broom for long journeys, and a Handbook of Do-it-Yourself Broomcare.
 
Chapter 4
Harry woke on the last day of the holidays, thinking that he would at least meet Ron and Hermione tomorrow, on the Hogwarts Express. He got up, dressed, went for a last look at the Firebolt, and was just wondering where he’d have lunch, when someone yelled his name and he
turned.
‘Harry! HARRY!’
They were there, both of them, sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, Ron
looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown, both waving frantically at him.
‘Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?’ said Hermione in a very serious voice.
‘I didn’t mean to,’ said Harry, while Ron roared with laughter. ‘I just — lost control.’
‘It’s not funny, Ron,’ said Hermione sharply. ‘Honestly, I’m amazed Harry wasn’t expelled.’
‘So am I,’ admitted Harry. ‘Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested.’ He looked at Ron. ‘Your dad doesn’t know why Fudge let me off, does he?’
‘Probably ’cause it’s you, isn’t it?’ shrugged Ron, still chuckling. ‘Famous Harry Potter and all that. I’d hate to see what the Ministry’d do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they’d have to dig me up first, because Mum would’ve killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, too! So you can come to King’s Cross with us tomorrow! Hermione’s there as well!’
Hermione nodded, beaming. ‘Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things.’
‘Excellent!’ said Harry happily. ‘So, have you got all your new books and stuff?’
‘Look at this,’ said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. ‘Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. And we’ve got all our books’ — he pointed at a large bag under his chair. ‘What about those Monster Books, eh? The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two.’
‘What’s all that, Hermione?’ Harry asked, pointing at not one, but three, bulging bags in the chair next to her.
‘Well, I’m taking more new subjects than you, aren’t I?’ said Hermione. ‘Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, the Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies –’
‘What are you doing Muggle Studies for?’ said Ron, rolling his eyes at Harry. ‘You’re Muggle-born! Your mum and dad are Muggles! You already know all about Muggles!’
‘But it’ll be fascinating to study them from the wizarding point of view,’ said Hermione earnestly.
‘Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione?’ asked Harry, while Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them.
‘I’ve still got ten Galleons,’ she said, checking her purse. ‘It’s my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present.’
‘How about a nice book?’ said Ron innocently.
‘No, I don’t think so,’ said Hermione composedly. ‘I really want an owl. I mean, Harry’s got Hedwig and you’ve got Errol –’
‘I haven’t,’ said Ron. ‘Errol’s a family owl. All I’ve got is Scabbers.’ He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket. ‘And I want to get him checked over,’ he added, placing Scabbers on the table in front of them. ‘I don’t think Egypt agreed with him.’
Scabbers was looking thinner than usual, and there was a definite droop to his whiskers. ‘There’s a magical-creature shop just over there,’ said Harry, who knew Diagon Alley very well by now. ‘You could see if they’ve got anything for Scabbers, and Hermione can get her owl.’
‘Where’s Hermione?’
‘Probably getting her owl.’
They made their way back up the crowded street to the Magical Menagerie. As they reached it, Hermione came out, but she wasn’t carrying an owl. Her arms were clamped tightly around the enormous ginger cat.
‘You bought that monster?’ said Ron, his mouth hanging open.
‘He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?’ said Hermione, glowing.
That was a matter of opinion, thought Harry. The cat’s ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bow-legged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. Now that Scabbers was out of sight, however, the cat was
purring contentedly in Hermione’s arms.
‘Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me!’ said Ron.
‘He didn’t mean to, did you, Crookshanks?’ said Hermione.
‘And what about Scabbers?’ said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. ‘He needs rest and relaxation! How’s he going to get it with that thing around?’
‘That reminds me, you forgot your Rat Tonic,’ said Hermione, slapping the small red bottle into Ron’s hand. ‘And stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours. What’s the problem? Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he’d been in there for ages:
no one wanted him.’
‘I wonder why,’ said Ron sarcastically, as they set off towards the Leaky Cauldron
Harry woke on the last day of the holidays, thinking that he would at least meet Ron and Hermione tomorrow, on the Hogwarts Express. He got up, dressed, went for a last look at the Firebolt, and was just wondering where he’d have lunch, when someone yelled his name and he
turned.
‘Harry! HARRY!’
They were there, both of them, sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, Ron
looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown, both waving frantically at him.
‘Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?’ said Hermione in a very serious voice.
‘I didn’t mean to,’ said Harry, while Ron roared with laughter. ‘I just — lost control.’
‘It’s not funny, Ron,’ said Hermione sharply. ‘Honestly, I’m amazed Harry wasn’t expelled.’
‘So am I,’ admitted Harry. ‘Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested.’ He looked at Ron. ‘Your dad doesn’t know why Fudge let me off, does he?’
‘Probably ’cause it’s you, isn’t it?’ shrugged Ron, still chuckling. ‘Famous Harry Potter and all that. I’d hate to see what the Ministry’d do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they’d have to dig me up first, because Mum would’ve killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, too! So you can come to King’s Cross with us tomorrow! Hermione’s there as well!’
Hermione nodded, beaming. ‘Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things.’
‘Excellent!’ said Harry happily. ‘So, have you got all your new books and stuff?’
‘Look at this,’ said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. ‘Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. And we’ve got all our books’ — he pointed at a large bag under his chair. ‘What about those Monster Books, eh? The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two.’
‘What’s all that, Hermione?’ Harry asked, pointing at not one, but three, bulging bags in the chair next to her.
‘Well, I’m taking more new subjects than you, aren’t I?’ said Hermione. ‘Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, the Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies –’
‘What are you doing Muggle Studies for?’ said Ron, rolling his eyes at Harry. ‘You’re Muggle-born! Your mum and dad are Muggles! You already know all about Muggles!’
‘But it’ll be fascinating to study them from the wizarding point of view,’ said Hermione earnestly.
‘Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione?’ asked Harry, while Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them.
‘I’ve still got ten Galleons,’ she said, checking her purse. ‘It’s my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present.’
‘How about a nice book?’ said Ron innocently.
‘No, I don’t think so,’ said Hermione composedly. ‘I really want an owl. I mean, Harry’s got Hedwig and you’ve got Errol –’
‘I haven’t,’ said Ron. ‘Errol’s a family owl. All I’ve got is Scabbers.’ He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket. ‘And I want to get him checked over,’ he added, placing Scabbers on the table in front of them. ‘I don’t think Egypt agreed with him.’
Scabbers was looking thinner than usual, and there was a definite droop to his whiskers. ‘There’s a magical-creature shop just over there,’ said Harry, who knew Diagon Alley very well by now. ‘You could see if they’ve got anything for Scabbers, and Hermione can get her owl.’
‘Where’s Hermione?’
‘Probably getting her owl.’
They made their way back up the crowded street to the Magical Menagerie. As they reached it, Hermione came out, but she wasn’t carrying an owl. Her arms were clamped tightly around the enormous ginger cat.
‘You bought that monster?’ said Ron, his mouth hanging open.
‘He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?’ said Hermione, glowing.
That was a matter of opinion, thought Harry. The cat’s ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bow-legged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. Now that Scabbers was out of sight, however, the cat was
purring contentedly in Hermione’s arms.
‘Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me!’ said Ron.
‘He didn’t mean to, did you, Crookshanks?’ said Hermione.
‘And what about Scabbers?’ said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. ‘He needs rest and relaxation! How’s he going to get it with that thing around?’
‘That reminds me, you forgot your Rat Tonic,’ said Hermione, slapping the small red bottle into Ron’s hand. ‘And stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours. What’s the problem? Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he’d been in there for ages:
no one wanted him.’
‘I wonder why,’ said Ron sarcastically, as they set off towards the Leaky Cauldron

Newest Moments!!!

Continued by Karla (her comments in green)

 

Chapter 5
Harry explained all about Mr and Mrs Weasley’s argument and the warning Mr Weasley had just given him. When he’d finished, Ron looked thunderstruck, and Hermione had her hands over her mouth. She finally lowered them to say, ‘Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry … you’ll have to be really, really careful. Don’t go looking for trouble, Harry …’
‘I don’t go looking for trouble,’ said Harry, nettled. ‘Trouble usually finds me.’
‘How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him?’ said Ron shakily.
They were taking the news worse than Harry had expected. Both Ron and Hermione seemed to be much more frightened of Black than he was.
‘No one knows how he got out of Azkaban,’ said Ron uncomfortably. ‘No one’s ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner too.’
‘But they’ll catch him, won’t they?’ said Hermione earnestly. ‘I mean, they’ve got all the Muggles looking out for him, too …’
 
Karla: Hermione is sooooo worried about harry XD
 
Hermione looked around at Harry.
‘Won’t it be nice to get out of school for a bit and explore Hogsmeade?’
‘’Spect it will,’ said Harry heavily. ‘You’ll have to tell me when you’ve found out.’
‘What d’you mean?’ said Ron.
‘I can’t go. The Dursleys didn’t sign my permission form, and Fudge wouldn’t, either.’
Ron looked horrified.
‘You’re not allowed to come? But — no way — McGonagall or someone will give you permission –’
Harry gave a hollow laugh. Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor house, was very strict.
‘– or we can ask Fred and George, they know every secret passage out of the castle –’
‘Ron!’ said Hermione sharply. ‘I don’t think Harry should be sneaking out of school with Black on the loose –’
‘Yeah, I expect that’s what McGonagall will say when I ask for permission,’ said Harry bitterly.
‘But if we’re with him,’ Ron said spiritedly to Hermione, ‘Black wouldn’t dare –’
‘Oh, Ron, don’t talk rubbish,’ snapped Hermione. ‘Black’s already murdered a whole bunch of people in the middle of a crowded street, do you really think he’s going to worry about attacking Harry just because we’re there?’
She was fumbling with the straps of Crookshanks’s basket as she spoke.
 
Karla: I think Hermione really wants Harry to go to hogsmade but, she doesn't want him getting into trouble.
 
‘Harry! Harry! Are you all right?’
Someone was slapping his face.
‘W-what?’
Harry opened his eyes. There were lanterns above him, and the floor was shaking — the Hogwarts Express was moving again and the lights had come back on. He seemed to have slid out of his seat onto the floor. Ron and Hermione were kneeling next to him, and above them he could see Neville and Professor Lupin watching. Harry felt very sick; when he put up his hand to push his glasses back on, he felt cold sweat on his face.
Ron and Hermione heaved him back onto his seat.
‘Are you OK?’ Ron asked nervously.
‘Yeah,’ said Harry, looking quickly towards the door. The hooded creature had vanished. ‘What happened? Where’s that — that thing? Who screamed?’
‘No one screamed,’ said Ron, more nervously still.
Harry looked around the bright compartment. Ginny and Neville looked back at him, both very pale.
‘But I heard screaming –’
A loud snap made them all jump. Professor Lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.
‘Here,’ he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece. ‘Eat it. It’ll help.’
Harry took the chocolate but didn’t eat it.
‘What was that thing?’ he asked Lupin.
‘A Dementor,’ said Lupin, who was now giving chocolate to everyone else. ‘One of the Dementors of Azkaban.’
Everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket.
‘Eat,’ he repeated. ‘It’ll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me …’
He strolled past Harry and disappeared into the corridor.
‘Are you sure you’re OK, Harry?’ said Hermione, watching Harry anxiously.
‘I don’t get it … what happened?’ said Harry, wiping more sweat off his face.
‘Well — that thing — the Dementor — stood there and looked around (I mean, I think it did, I couldn’t see its face) — and you — you –’
‘I thought you were having a fit or something,’ said Ron, who still looked scared. ‘You went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching –’
‘And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked towards the Dementor, and pulled out his wand,’ said Hermione, ‘and he said, “None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.” But the Dementor didn’t move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned round and sort of glided away …’
‘It was horrible,’ said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. ‘Did you feel how cold it went when it came in?’
‘I felt weird,’ said Ron, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. ‘Like I’d never be cheerful again …’
Ginny, who was huddled in her corner looking nearly as bad as Harry felt, gave a small sob; Hermione went over and put a comforting arm around her.
‘But didn’t any of you — fall off your seats?’ said Harry awkwardly.
‘No,’ said Ron, looking anxiously at Harry again. ‘Ginny was shaking like mad, though …’
Harry didn’t understand. He felt weak and shivery, as though he was recovering from a bad bout of flu; he also felt the beginnings of shame. Why had he gone to pieces like that, when no one else had?
 
Karla: i dont know if its a moment XD

Mia's note:  Hey, why not?  haha  She's being very anxious about Harry... sort of like how Harry is about her in OoTP when she "dies."  ^_^

 
The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Harry followed the crowd towards it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called, ‘Potter! Granger! I want to see you both!’
Harry and Hermione turned around, surprised. Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor house, was calling over the heads of the crowd. She was a stern-looking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles. Harry fought his way over to her with a feeling of foreboding; Professor McGonagall had a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong.
‘There’s no need to look so worried — I just want a word in my office,’ she told them. ‘Move along there, Weasley.’
Ron stared as Professor McGonagall ushered Harry and Hermione away from the chattering crowd; they accompanied her across the Entrance Hall, up the marble staircase, and along a corridor.
Once they were in her office, a small room with a large, welcoming fire, Professor McGonagall motioned Harry and Hermione to sit down. She settled herself behind her desk and said abruptly, ‘Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter.’
Before Harry could reply, there was a soft knock on the door and Madam Pomfrey, the matron, came bustling in.
Harry felt himself going red in the face. It was bad enough that he’d passed out, or whatever he had done, without everyone making all this fuss. ‘I’m fine,’ he said, ‘I don’t need anything –’
 
Karla: no comments on this one
 
‘Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a quick word with Miss Granger about her timetable, then we can go down to the feast together.’
Harry went back into the corridor with Madam Pomfrey, who left for the hospital wing, muttering to herself. He only had to wait a few minutes; then Hermione emerged looking very happy about something, followed by Professor McGonagall, and the three of them made their way back down the marble staircase to the Great Hall.
 
Karla: ok.. Every book has like tons of only h/hr... and theres only a bit of Harry and Ron, Talking or fighting w/e.
 
Chapter 6
When Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter.
‘Ignore him,’ said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. ‘Just ignore him, it’s not worth it …’
 
Karla: Hermione ish concerned

Mia's note:  HA!  Yesh, she ISH concerned! :D  *geek talk OWNS!*

 
‘The falcon … my dear, you have a deadly enemy.’
‘But everyone knows that,’ said Hermione in a loud whisper. Professor Trelawney stared at her.
‘Well, they do,’ said Hermione. ‘Everybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who.’
Harry and Ron stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before. Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her huge eyes to Harry’s cup again and continued to turn it.
 
Karla: Hermione talking to the teacher like that for Harry.
 
‘The Grim, my dear, the Grim!’ cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Harry hadn’t understood. ‘The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen — the worst omen — of death!’
Harry’s stomach lurched. That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts — the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent … Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth,
too. Everyone was looking at Harry; everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney’s chair.
‘I don’t think it looks like a Grim,’ she said flatly.
Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike.
‘You’ll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future.’
 
Karla: and Again...
 
‘Really, what has got into you all today?’ said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all. ‘Not that it matters, but that’s the first time my
transformation’s not got applause from a class.’
Everybody’s heads turned towards Harry again, but nobody spoke. Then Hermione raised her hand.
‘Please, Professor, we’ve just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and –’
‘Ah, of course,’ said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning. ‘There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?’
Everyone stared at her.
‘Me,’ said Harry, finally.
‘I see,’ said Professor McGonagall, fixing Harry with her beady eyes. ‘Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favourite way of greeting
a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues –’ Professor McGonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone white. She went on, more calmly, ‘Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney …’
She stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, ‘You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don’t let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in.’
Hermione laughed. Harry felt a bit better. It was harder to feel scared of a lump of tea leaves away from the dim red light and befuddling perfume of Professor Trelawney’s classroom. Not everyone was convinced, however. Ron still looked worried, and Lavender whispered, ‘But what
about Neville’s cup?’
 
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Chapter 7
‘He seems like a very good teacher,’ said Hermione approvingly. ‘But I wish I could have had a turn with the Boggart –’
 
Karla: just one for chapter 7, *wonders* i wonder what Hermione's boggart will turn to if she had a turn on the boggart thingy.
 
Chapter 8
 
Harry threw himself into a chair beside Ron, his high spirits ebbing away. Hermione seemed to read his mind.
‘Harry, I’m sure you’ll be able to go next time,’ she said. ‘They’re bound to catch Black soon, he’s been sighted once already.’
‘Black’s not fool enough to try anything in Hogsmeade,’ said Ron. ‘Ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry, the next one might not be for ages –’
‘Ron!’ said Hermione. ‘Harry’s supposed to stay in school –’
‘He can’t be the only third-year left behind,’ said Ron. ‘Ask McGonagall, go on, Harry –’
‘Yeah, I think I will,’ said Harry, making up his mind.
Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but at that moment Crookshanks leapt lightly onto her lap. A large, dead spider was dangling from his mouth.
 
Karla: oooo, seemed to have read his mind..thats unusual can she read Ron's?. Defend him Hermione
 
Ron was still in a bad mood with Hermione next day. He barely talked to her all through Herbology, even though he, Harry and Hermione were working together on the same Puffapod.
 
Karla: Ron is mad at Hermione again!, It doesnt sound like they'll make a good couple, i mean they fight all the time!!
 
‘We’ll bring you lots of sweets back from Honeydukes,’ said Hermione, looking desperately sorry for him.
‘Yeah, loads,’ said Ron. He and Hermione had finally forgotten their squabble about Crookshanks in the face of Harry’s disappointment.
 
Karla: How sweet of Hermione.
 
‘There you go,’ said Ron. ‘We got as much as we could carry.’
A shower of brilliantly coloured sweets fell into Harry’s lap. It was dusk, and Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they’d had the time of their lives.
‘Thanks,’ said Harry, picking up a packet of tiny black Pepper Imps. ‘What’s Hogsmeade like? Where did you go?’
By the sound of it — everywhere. Dervish and Banges, the wizarding equipment shop, Zonko’s Joke Shop, into the Three Broomsticks for foaming mugs of hot Butterbeer and many places besides.
‘The post office, Harry! About two hundred owls, all sitting on shelves, all colour-coded depending on how fast you want your letter to get there!’
‘Honeydukes has got a new kind of fudge, they were giving out free samples, there’s a bit, look –’
‘We think we saw an ogre, honestly, they get all sorts at the Three Broomsticks –’
‘Wish we could have brought you some Butterbeer, really warms you up –’
‘What did you do?’ said Hermione, looking anxious. ‘Did you get any work done?’
‘No,’ said Harry. ‘Lupin made me a cup of tea in his office. And then Snape came in …’
 
Karla: again.. soo thoughtful :P
 
Next moment, Professor Dumbledore was there, sweeping towards the portrait; the Gryffindors squeezed together to let him through, and Harry, Ron and Hermione moved closer to see what the trouble was.
‘Oh, my –’ Hermione exclaimed and grabbed Harry’s arm.
The Fat Lady had vanished from her portrait, which had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas littered the floor; great chunks of it had been torn away completely.
 
Karla: why does she always grab his arms, hand, legs, w/e.
How many times does she do that to Ron??
 
Chapter 9
Harry and Hermione left the room with the rest of the class, who waited until they were well out of earshot, then burst into a furious tirade about Snape.
‘Snape’s never been like this with any of our other Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, even if he did want the job,’ Harry said to Hermione. ‘Why’s he got it in for Lupin? D’you think this is all because of the Boggart?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Hermione pensively. ‘But I really hope Professor Lupin gets better soon …’
 
Karla: another alone moment..
 
I’ve got no chance with these on,’ Harry said exasperatedly, waving his glasses.
At that very moment, Hermione appeared at his shoulder; she was holding her cloak over her head and was, inexplicably, beaming.
‘I’ve had an idea, Harry! Give me your glasses, quick!’
He handed them to her and, as the team watched in amazement, Hermione tapped them with her wand and said, ‘Impervius!’
‘There!’ she said, handing them back to Harry. ‘They’ll repel water!’
Wood looked as though he could have kissed her.
‘Brilliant!’ he called hoarsely after her, as she disappeared into the crowd. ‘OK, team, let’s go for it!’
Hermione’s spell had done the trick. Harry was still numb with cold, still wetter than he’d ever been in his life, but he could see. Full of fresh determination, he urged his broom through the turbulent air, staring in every direction for the Snitch, avoiding a Bludger, ducking beneath Diggory, who was streaking in the opposite direction …
 
Karla: thanks to Hermione, Wood back off! she's with Harry already.. but im free though :P kidding.
 
‘We thought you’d died,’ said Alicia, who was shaking.
Hermione made a small, squeaky noise. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot.
 
Karla: aww.. shes worried again. ooooo what is Harry dies (hope not) Hermione will be like sooooooooooooooooo miserable and probably have delusions (gets the idea from Mel and some Video)
 
'Dumbledore was really angry,’ Hermione said in a quaking voice. ‘I’ve never seen him like that before. He ran onto the pitch as you fell, waved his wand, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wand at the Dementors. Shot silver stuff at them. They left the stadium straight away … he was furious they’d come into the grounds, we heard him –’
‘Then he magicked you onto a stretcher,’ said Ron. ‘And walked up to school with you floating on it. Everyone thought you were …’
His voice faded away, but Harry hardly noticed. He was thinking about what the Dementors had done to him … about the screaming voice. He looked up and saw Ron and Hermione looking at him so anxiously that he quickly cast around for something matter-of-fact to say.
‘Did someone get my Nimbus?’
Ron and Hermione looked quickly at each other.
‘Er –’
‘What?’ said Harry, looking from one to the other.
‘Well … when you fell off, it got blown away,’ said Hermione hesitantly.
‘And?’
‘And it hit — it hit — oh, Harry — it hit the Whomping Willow.’
Harry’s insides lurched. The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree which stood alone in the middle of the grounds.
‘And?’ he said, dreading the answer.
‘Well, you know the Whomping Willow,’ said Ron. ‘It — it doesn’t like being hit.’
‘Professor Flitwick brought it back just before you came round,’ said Hermione in a very small voice.
Slowly, she reached down for a bag at her feet, turned it upside-down and tipped a dozen bits of splintered wood and twig onto the bed, the only remains of Harry’s faithful, finally beaten broomstick.
 
Karla: poor Harry, o well you still have Hermione

 

 

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