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I remember when - well - after that terrible night - Lily - James - and you survived - and the word was that you must have powers beyond the ordinary - Zabini gave a tiny little cough that was clearly supposed to indicate amused skepticism. An angry voice burst out from behind Slughorn. Yeah, Zabini, because youre so talented. at posing. Oh dear. chuckled Slughorn comfortably, looking around at Ginny, who was glaring at Zabini around Slughorns great belly. You want to be careful, Blaise. I saw this young lady perform the most marvelous Bat-Bogey Hex as I was passing her carriage. I wouldnt cross her. Zabini merely looked contemptuous. Anyway, said Slughorn, turning back to Harry. Such rumors this summer. Of course, one doesnt know what to believe, the Prophet has been known to print inaccuracies, make mistakes - but there seems little doubt, given the number of witnesses, that there was quite a disturbance at the Ministry and that you were there in the thick of it all. Harry, who could not see any way out of this without flatly lying, nodded but still said nothing. Slughorn beamed at him. So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore is so fond - you were there, then. But the click here of the stories - so sensational, of course, one doesnt know quite what to believe - this fabled prophecy, for instance - We never heard a prophecy, said Neville, turning geranium pink as he said it. Thats right, said Ginny staunchly. Neville and I were both there too, and all this Chosen One rubbish is just the Prophet making things up as usual. You were both there too, were you. said Slughorn with great interest, looking from Ginny to Neville, but both of them sat clamlike before his encouraging smile. Yes. well. it is true that the Prophet often exaggerates, of course. Slughorn said, sounding a little disappointed. I remember dear Gwenog telling me (Gwenog Jones, I mean, of course, Captain of the Holyhead Harpies) - He meandered off into a long-winded reminiscence, but Harry had the distinct impression that Slughorn had not finished with him, and that he had not been convinced by Neville and Ginny. The afternoon wore on with more anecdotes here illustrious wizards Slughorn had taught, all of whom had been delighted to join what he called the Slug Club at Hogwarts. Harry could not wait to leave, but couldnt see how to do so politely. Finally the train emerged from yet another long misty stretch into a red sunset, and Slughorn looked around, blinking in the twilight. Good gracious, its getting dark already. I didnt notice that theyd lit the lamps. Youd better go and change into your robes, all of you. McLaggen, you must drop by and borrow that book on nogtails. Harry, Blaise - any time youre passing. Same goes for you, miss, he twinkled at Ginny. Well, off you go, off you go. As he pushed past Harry into the darkening corridor, Zabini shot him a filthy look that Harry returned with interest. He, Ginny, and Neville followed Zabini back along the train. Im glad thats over, muttered Neville. Strange man, isnt he. Yeah, he is a bit, said Harry, his eyes on Zabini. How come you ended up in there, Ginny. He saw me hex Zacharias Smith, said Ginny. You remember that idiot from Hufflepuff who was in the D. He kept on and on asking about what happened at the Ministry and in the end he annoyed me so much I hexed him - when Slughorn came in I thought I was going to get detention, but he just thought it was a really good hex and invited me to lunch. Mad, eh. Better reason for inviting someone than because their mothers famous, said Harry, scowling at the back of Zabinis head, or because their uncle - But he broke off. An idea had just occurred to him, a reckless but potentially wonderful idea. In a minutes time, Zabini was going to reenter the Slytherin sixth-year compartment and Malfoy would be sitting there, thinking himself unheard by anybody except fellow Slytherins. If Harry could only enter, unseen, behind him, what might he not see or hear. True, there was little of the journey left - Hogsmeade Station had to be less than half an hour away, judging by the wildness of the scenery flashing by the windows - but nobody else seemed prepared to take Harrys suspicions seriously, so it was down to him to prove them. Ill see you two later, said Harry under his breath, pulling out his Invisibility Cloak and flinging it over himself. But whatre you -. asked Neville. Later. whispered Call of duty values, darting after Zabini as quietly as possible, though the rattling of the train made such caution almost pointless. The corridors were almost completely empty now. Nearly everyone had returned to their carriages to change into their school robes and pack up their possessions. Though he was as close as he could get to Zabini without touching him, Harry was not quick enough to slip into the compartment when Zabini opened the door. Zabini was already sliding it shut when Harry hastily stuck out his foot to prevent it closing. Whats wrong with this thing. said Zabini angrily as he smashed the sliding door repeatedly into Harrys foot. Harry seized the door and pushed it open, hard; Zabini, still clinging on to the handle, toppled over sideways into Gregory Goyles lap, and in the ensuing ruckus, Harry darted into the compartment, leapt onto Zabinis temporarily empty seat, and hoisted himself up into the luggage rack. It was fortunate that Goyle and Zabini were snarling at each other, drawing all eyes onto them, for Harry was quite sure his feet and ankles had been revealed as the Cloak had flapped around them; indeed, for one horrible moment he thought he saw Malfoys eyes apologise, apex international chaska mn important his trainer as it whipped upward out of sight. But then Goyle slammed the door shut and flung Zabini off him; Zabini collapsed into his own seat looking ruffled, Vincent Crabbe returned to his comic, and Malfoy, sniggering, lay back down across two seats with his head in Pansy Parkinsons lap. Harry lay curled uncomfortably under the Cloak to ensure that every inch of him remained hidden, and watched Pansy stroke the sleek blond hair off Malfoys forehead, smirking as she did so, as though anyone would have loved to have been in her place. The lanterns swinging from the carriage ceiling cast a bright light over the scene: Harry could read every word of Crabbes comic directly below him. So, Zabini, said Malfoy, what did Slughorn want. Just trying to make up to well-connected people, said Zabini, who was still glowering at Goyle. Not that he managed to find many. This information did not seem to please Malfoy. Who else had he invited. he demanded. McLaggen from Gryffindor, said Zabini. Oh yeah, his uncles big in the Ministry, said Malfoy. - someone else called Belby, from Ravenclaw - Not him, hes a prat. said Pansy. - and Longbottom, Potter, and that Weasley girl, finished Zabini. Malfoy sat up very suddenly, knocking Pansys hand aside. He invited Longbottom. Well, I assume so, as Longbottom was there, said Zabini indifferently. Whats Longbottom got to interest Slughorn. Zabini shrugged. Potter, precious Potter, obviously he wanted a look at the Chosen One, sneered Malfoy, but that Weasley girl. Whats so special about her. A lot of boys like her, said Pansy, watching Malfoy out of the corner of her eyes for his reaction. Even you think shes good-looking, dont you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please. I wouldnt touch a filthy little blood traitor like her whatever she looked like, said Zabini coldly, and Pansy looked pleased. Malfoy sank back across her lap and allowed her to resume the stroking of his hair. Well, I pity Slughorns taste. Maybe hes going a bit senile. Shame, my father always said he was a good wizard in his day. My father used to be a bit of a favorite of his. Slughorn probably hasnt heard Im on the train, or - I wouldnt bank on an invitation, said Zabini. He asked me about Notts father when I first arrived. They used to be old friends, apparently, but when he heard hed been caught at the Ministry he didnt look happy, and Nott didnt get an invitation, did he. I dont think Slughorns interested in Death Eaters. Malfoy looked angry, but forced out a singularly humorless laugh. Well, who cares what hes interested in. What is he, when you come down to it. Just some stupid teacher. Malfoy yawned ostentatiously. I mean, I might not even be at Hogwarts next year, whats it matter to me if some fat old has-been likes me or not. What do you mean, you might link be at Hogwarts next year. said Pansy indignantly, ceasing grooming Malfoy at once. Well, you never know, said Malfoy with the ghost of a smirk. I might have - er - moved on to bigger and better things. Crouched in the luggage rack under his Cloak, Harrys heart began to race. What would Ron and Hermione say about this. Crabbe and Goyle were gawping at Malfoy; apparently they had had no inkling of any plans to move on to bigger and better things. Even Zabini had allowed a look of curiosity to mar his haughty features. Pansy resumed the slow stroking of Malfoys hair, looking dumbfounded. Do you mean - Him. Malfoy shrugged. Mother wants me to complete my education, but personally, I dont see it as that important these days. I mean, think link it. When the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O. s or N. s anyones got. Of course he isnt. Itll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown. And you think youll be able to do something for him. asked Zabini scathingly. Sixteen years old and not even fully qualified yet. Ive just said, havent I. Maybe he doesnt care if Im qualified. Maybe the job he wants me to do isnt something that you need to be qualified for, said Malfoy quietly. Crabbe Counter strike 2 knife Goyle were both sitting with their mouths open like gargoyles. Pansy was gazing down at Malfoy as though she had never seen anything so awe-inspiring. I can see Hogwarts, said Malfoy, clearly relishing the effect he had created as he pointed out of the blackened window. Wed better get our robes on. Harry was so busy pubg clan names how to at Malfoy, he did not notice Goyle reaching up for his trunk; as he swung it down, it hit Harry hard on the side of the head. He let out an involuntary gasp of pain, and Malfoy looked up at the luggage rack, frowning. Harry was not afraid of Malfoy, but he still did not much like the idea of being discovered hiding under his Invisibility Cloak by a group of unfriendly Slytherins. Eyes still watering and head still throbbing, he drew his wand, careful not to disarrange the Cloak, and waited, breath held. To his relief, Malfoy seemed to decide that he had imagined the noise; he pulled on his robes like the others, locked his trunk, and as the train slowed to a jerky crawl, fastened a thick new traveling cloak round his neck. Harry could see the corridors filling up again and hoped that Hermione and Ron would take his things out onto the platform for him; he was stuck where he was until the compartment had quite emptied. At last, with a final lurch, the train came to a complete halt. Goyle threw the door open and muscled his way out into a crowd of second years, punching them aside; Crabbe and Zabini followed. You go on, Malfoy told Pansy, who was waiting for him with her hand held out as though hoping he would hold it. I just want to check something. Pansy left. Now Harry and Malfoy were alone in the compartment. People were filing past, descending onto the dark platform. Malfoy moved over to the compartment door and let down the blinds, so that people in the corridor beyond could not peer in. He then bent down over his trunk and opened it again. Harry peered down over the edge of the luggage rack, his heart pumping a little faster. What had Malfoy wanted to hide from Pansy. Was he about to see the mysterious broken object it was so important to mend. Petrificus Totalus. Without warning, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, who was instantly paralyzed. As though in slow motion, he toppled out of the luggage rack and fell, with an agonizing, floor-shaking crash, at Malfoys feet, the Invisibility Cloak trapped beneath him, his whole body revealed with his legs still curled absurdly into the cramped kneeling position. He couldnt move a muscle; he could only gaze up at Malfoy, who smiled broadly. I thought so, he said jubilantly. I heard Goyles trunk hit you. And I thought I saw something white flash through the air after Zabini came back. His eyes lingered for a moment upon Harrys trainers. You didnt hear anything I care about, Potter. But while Ive got you here. And he stamped, hard, on Harrys face. Harry felt his nose break; blood spurted everywhere. Thats from my father. Now, lets see. Malfoy dragged the Cloak out from under Harrys immobilized body and threw it over him. I dont reckon theyll find you till the trains back in London, he said quietly. See you around, Potter. or not. And taking care to tread on Harrys fingers, Malfoy left the compartment. H CHAPTER EIGHT SNAPE VICTORIOUS arry could not move a muscle. He lay there beneath the Invisibility Cloak feeling the blood from his nose flow, hot and wet, over his face, listening to the voices and footsteps in the corridor beyond. His immediate thought was that someone, surely, would check the compartments before the train departed again. But at once came the dispiriting realization that even if somebody looked into the compartment, he would be neither seen nor heard. His best hope was that somebody else would walk in and step on source. Harry had never hated Malfoy more than as he lay there, like an absurd turtle on its back, blood dripping sickeningly into his open mouth. What a stupid situation to have landed himself in. and now the last few footsteps were dying away; everyone was shuffling along the dark platform outside; he could hear the scraping of trunks and the loud babble of talk. Ron and Hermione would think that he had left the train without them. Once they arrived at Hogwarts and took think, pubg gameloop indir beta speaking places in the Great Hall, looked up and down the Gryffindor table a few times, and finally realized that he was not there, he, no doubt, would be halfway back to London. He tried to make a sound, even a grunt, but it was impossible. Then he remembered that some wizards, like Dumbledore, could perform spells without speaking, so he tried to summon his wand, which had fallen out of his hand, by saying the words Accio Wand. over and over again in his head, but nothing happened. He thought he could hear the rustling of the trees that surrounded the lake, and the far-off hoot of an owl, but no hint of a search being made or even (he despised himself slightly for hoping it) panicked voices wondering where Harry Potter had gone. A feeling of hopelessness spread through him as he steam download keeps restarting the convoy of thestral-drawn carriages trundling up to the school and the muffled yells of laughter issuing from whichever carriage Malfoy was riding in, where he could be recounting his attack on Harry to Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson. The train lurched, causing Harry to roll over onto his side. Now he was staring at the dusty underside of the seats instead of the ceiling. The floor began to vibrate as the engine roared into life. The Express was leaving and nobody knew he was still on it. Then he felt his Invisibility Cloak fly off him and a voice overhead said, Wotcher, Harry. There was a flash of red light and Harrys body unfroze; he was able to push himself into a more dignified sitting position, hastily wipe the blood off his bruised face with the back of his hand, and raise his head to look up at Tonks, who was holding the Invisibility Cloak she had just pulled away. Wed better get out of here, quickly, she said, as the train windows became obscured with steam and they began to move out of the station. Come on, well jump. Harry hurried after her into the corridor. She pulled open the train door and leapt onto the platform, which seemed to be sliding underneath them as the train gathered momentum. He followed her, staggered a little on landing, then straightened up in time to see the gleaming scarlet steam engine pick up speed, round the corner, and disappear from view. The cold night air was soothing on his throbbing nose. Tonks was looking at him; he felt angry and embarrassed that he had been discovered in such a ridiculous position. Silently she handed him back the Invisibility Cloak. Who did it. Draco Malfoy, said Harry bitterly. Thanks for. well. No problem, said Tonks, without smiling. From what Harry could see in the darkness, she was as mousy-haired and miserable-looking as she had been when he had met her at the Burrow. I can fix your nose if you stand still. Harry did not think much of this idea; he had been intending to visit Madam Pomfrey, the matron, in whom he had a little more confidence when it came to Healing Spells, but it seemed rude to say this, so he stayed stock-still and closed his eyes. Episkey, said Tonks. Harrys nose felt very hot, and then read article cold. He raised a hand and felt it gingerly. It seemed to be mended. Thanks a lot. Youd better put that Cloak back on, and we can walk up to the school, said Tonks, still unsmiling. As Harry swung the Cloak back over himself, she waved her wand; an immense silvery four-legged creature erupted from it and streaked off into the darkness. Was that a Patronus. asked Harry, who had seen Dumbledore send messages like this. Yes, Im sending word to the castle that Ive got you or theyll worry. Come on, wed better not dawdle. They set off toward the lane that led to the school. How did you find me. I noticed you hadnt left the train and I knew you had that Cloak. I thought you might be hiding for some reason. When I saw the blinds were drawn down on that compartment I thought Id check. But what are you doing here, anyway. Harry asked. Im stationed in Hogsmeade now, to give the school extra protection, said Tonks. Is it just you whos stationed up here, or -. No, Proudfoot, Savage, and Dawlish are here too. Dawlish, that Auror Dumbledore attacked last year. Thats right. They trudged up the dark, deserted lane, following the freshly made carriage tracks. Harry looked sideways at Tonks under his Cloak. Last year she had been inquisitive (to the point of being a little annoying at times), she had laughed easily, she had made jokes. Now she seemed older and much more serious and purposeful. Was this all the effect of what had happened at the Ministry. He reflected uncomfortably that Hermione would have suggested he say something consoling about Sirius to her, that it hadnt been her fault at all, but he couldnt bring himself to do it. He was Counter strike 2 knife from blaming her for Siriuss death; it was no more her fault than anyone elses (and much less than his), but he did not like talking about Sirius if he could avoid it. And so they tramped on through the cold night in silence, Tonkss long cloak whispering on the ground behind them. Having always traveled there by carriage, Harry had never before appreciated just how far Hogwarts was from Hogsmeade Station. With great relief he finally saw the tall pillars on either side of the gates, each topped with a winged boar. He was cold, he was hungry, and he was quite keen to leave this new, gloomy Tonks behind. But when he put out a hand to push open the gates, he found them chained shut. Alohomora. he said confidently, pointing his wand at the padlock, but nothing happened. That wont work on these, said Tonks. Dumbledore bewitched them himself. Harry looked around. I could climb a wall, he suggested. No, you couldnt, said Tonks flatly. Anti-intruder jinxes on all of them. Securitys been tightened a hundredfold this summer. Well then, said Harry, starting to feel annoyed at her lack of helpfulness, I suppose Ill just have to sleep out here and wait for morning. Someones coming down for you, said Tonks. Look. A lantern was bobbing at the distant foot of the castle. Harry was so pleased to see it he felt he could even endure Filchs wheezy criticisms of his tardiness and rants about how his timekeeping would improve with the regular application of thumbscrews. It was not until the glowing yellow light was ten feet away from them, and Harry had pulled off his Invisibility Cloak so that he could be seen, that he recognized, with a rush of pure loathing, the uplit hooked nose and long, black, greasy hair of Severus Snape. Well, well, well, sneered Snape, taking out his wand and tapping the padlock once, so that the chains snaked backward and the gates here open.

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