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"Really upset, she was, when Black nearly stabbed yeh, Ron. She's got her heart in the right place, Hermione has, an' you two not talkin' to her --"
He turned the Firebolt upward at the last second, and Bole and Derrick collided with a sickening crunch.
"An Animagus," said Black, "by the name of Peter Pettigrew."
"You sure you weren't dreaming, Ron?" said Dean.
Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights.
"I trusted you," he shouted at Lupin, his voice wavering, out of control, "and all the time you've been his friend!"
Dear Hermione, We lost. I'm allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed. Beaky has enjoyed London. I won't forget all the help you gave us.
It was a few seconds before Harry remembered that the match hadn't taken place yet, that he was safe in bed, and that the Slytherin team definitely wouldn't be allowed to play on dragons. He was feeling very thirsty. Quietly as he could, he got out of his four-poster and went to pour himself some water from the silver jug beneath the window.
"And why did he fake his death?" he said furiously. "Because he knew you were about to kill him like you killed my parents!"
"Get out of it, Potter!" Malfoy yelled in frustration as he tried to turn and found Harry blocking him.
"No!" Harry said quickly.
Harry hurried up to the third floor, slipping the Marauder's Map out of his pocket as he went. Crouching behind the one-eyed witch, he smoothed it out. A tiny dot was moving in his direction. Harry squinted at it. The minuscule writing next to it read Neville Longbottom.
"Yeah..." said Harry, his stomach writhing.