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Where dyou want to go. Harry asked as they entered Hogsmeade. The High Street was full of students ambling up and down, peering into the shop windows and messing about together on the pavements. Oh. I dont mind, said Cho, shrugging. Um. shall we just have a look in the shops or something. They wandered toward Dervish and Banges. A large poster had been stuck up in the window and a few Hogsmeaders were looking at it. They moved aside when Harry and Cho approached and Harry found himself staring once more at the ten pictures of the escaped Death Eaters. The poster (By Order of the Ministry of Magic) offered a thousand-Galleon reward to any witch or wizard with information relating to the recapture of any of continue reading convicts pictured. Its funny, isnt it, said Cho in a low continue reading, also gazing up at the pictures of the Death Eaters. Remember when that Sirius Black escaped, and there were dementors all over Hogsmeade looking for him. And now ten Death Eaters are on the loose and there arent dementors anywhere. Yeah, said Harry, tearing his eyes away from Bellatrix Lestranges face to glance up and down the High Street. Yeah, it is weird. He was not sorry that there were no dementors nearby, but now he came to think of it, their absence was highly significant. They had not only let the Death Eaters escape, they were not bothering to look for them. It looked as though they really were outside Ministry control now. The ten escaped Death Eaters were staring out of every shop window he and Cho passed. It started to rain as they passed Scrivenshafts; cold, heavy drops of water kept hitting Harrys face and the back of his neck. Um. dyou want to get a coffee. said Cho tentatively, as the rain began to fall more heavily. Yeah, all right, said Harry, looking around. Where -. Oh, theres a really nice place just up here, havent you ever been to Madam Puddifoots. she said brightly, and she led him up a side road and into a small tea shop that Harry had never noticed before. It was a cramped, steamy little place where everything seemed to have been decorated with frills or bows. Harry was reminded unpleasantly of Umbridges office. Cute, isnt it. said Cho happily. Er. yeah, said Harry untruthfully. Look, shes decorated it for Valentines Day. said Cho, indicating a number of golden cherubs that were hovering over each of the small, circular tables, occasionally throwing pink confetti over the occupants. Aaah. They sat down at the last remaining table, which was situated in the steamy window. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, was sitting about a foot and a half away with a pretty blonde girl. They were holding hands. The sight made Harry feel uncomfortable, particularly when, Call of duty vpn games around the tea shop, he saw that it was full of nothing but couples, all of them holding hands. Perhaps Cho would expect him to hold her hand. What can I get you, mdears. said Madam Puddifoot, a very stout woman with a shiny black bun, squeezing between their table and Roger Daviess with great difficulty. Two coffees, please, said Cho. In the time it took for their coffees to arrive, Roger Davies and his girlfriend started kissing over their sugar bowl. Harry wished they wouldnt; he felt that Davies was setting a standard with which Cho would soon expect him to compete. He felt his face growing hot and tried staring out of the window, but it was so steamed up he could not see the street outside. To postpone the moment when he had to look Call of duty vpn games Cho he stared up at the ceiling as though examining the paintwork and received a handful of confetti in the face from their hovering cherub. After a few more painful minutes Cho mentioned Umbridge; Harry seized on the subject with relief and they passed a few happy moments abusing her, but the subject had already been so thoroughly canvassed during D. meetings it did not last very long. Silence fell again. Harry was very conscious of the slurping noises coming from the table next door and cast wildly around for something else to say. Er. listen, dyou want to come with me to the Three Broomsticks at lunchtime. Im meeting Hermione Granger there. Cho raised her eyebrows. Youre meeting Hermione Granger. Today. Yeah. Well, she asked me to, so I thought I would. Dyou want to come with me. She said it wouldnt matter if you did. Oh. well. that was nice wallpaper youtube hd pubg her. But Cho did not sound as though she thought it was nice at all; on the contrary, her tone was cold and all of a sudden she looked rather forbidding. A few duty fabric network of call quilting minutes passed in total silence, Harry drinking his coffee so fast that he would soon need a fresh cup. Next door, Roger Davies and his girlfriend seemed glued together by the lips. Chos hand was lying on the table beside her coffee, and Harry was feeling a mounting pressure to take hold of it. Just do it, he told click, as a fount of mingled panic and excitement surged up inside his chest. Just reach out and grab it. Amazing how much more difficult it was to extend his arm twelve inches and touch her hand than to snatch a speeding Snitch from midair. But just as he moved his hand forward, Cho took hers off the table. She was now watching Roger Davies kissing his girlfriend with a mildly interested expression. He asked me out, you know, she said in a quiet voice. A couple of weeks ago. Roger. I turned him down, though. Harry, who had grabbed the sugar bowl to excuse his sudden lunging movement across the table, could not think why she was telling him this. If she wished she were sitting at the table next door being heartily kissed by Roger Davies, why had she agreed to come out with him. He said nothing. Their cherub threw another handful of confetti over them; some of it landed in the last cold dregs of coffee Harry had been about to drink. I came in here with Cedric last year, said Cho. In the second or so it took for him to take in what she had said, Harrys insides had become glacial. He could not believe she wanted to talk about Cedric now, while kissing couples surrounded them and a cherub floated over their heads. Chos voice was rather higher when she spoke again. Ive been meaning to ask you for ages. Did Cedric - did he m-mmention me at all before he died. This was the very last subject on earth Harry wanted to discuss, and least of all with Cho. Well - no - he said quietly. There - there wasnt time for him to say anything. Erm. so. dyou. dyou get to see a lot of Quidditch in the holidays. You support the Tornados, right. His voice sounded falsely bright and cheery. To his horror, he saw that her eyes were swimming with tears again, just as they had been after the last D. meeting before Christmas. Look, he said desperately, leaning in so that nobody else could overhear, lets not talk about Cedric right now. Lets talk about something else. But this, apparently, was quite the wrong thing to say. I thought, she said, tears spattering down onto the table. I thought youd u-u-understand. I need to talk about it. Surely you n-need to talk about it ttoo. I mean, you saw it happen, d-didnt you. Everything was going nightmarishly wrong; Roger Davies girlfriend had even unglued herself to look around at Cho crying. Well - I have talked about it, Harry said in a whisper, to Ron and Hermione, but - Oh, youll talk to Hermione Granger. she said shrilly, her face now shining with tears, and several more kissing couples broke apart to stare. But you wont talk to me. P-perhaps it would be best if we just. just p-paid and you went and met up with Hermione G-Granger, like you obviously want to. Harry stared at her, utterly bewildered, as she seized a frilly napkin and dabbed at her shining face with it. Cho. he said weakly, Call of duty vpn games Roger would seize his girlfriend and start kissing her again to stop her goggling at him and Cho. Go on, leave. she said, now crying into the napkin. I dont know why you asked me out in the first place if youre going to make arrangements to meet other girls right after me. How many are you meeting after Hermione. Its not like that. said Harry, and he was so relieved at finally understanding what she was annoyed about that he laughed, which he realized a split second too late was a mistake. Cho sprang to her feet. The whole tearoom was quiet, and everybody was watching them now. Ill see you around, Harry, she said dramatically, and hiccuping slightly she dashed to the door, wrenched it open, and hurried off into the pouring rain. Cho. Harry called after her, but the door had already swung shut behind her with a tuneful tinkle. There was total silence within the tea shop. Every eye was upon Harry. He threw a Galleon down onto the table, shook pink confetti out of his eyes, and followed Cho out of the door. It was raining hard now, and she was nowhere to be seen. He simply did not understand what had happened; half an hour ago they had been getting along fine. Women. he muttered angrily, sloshing down the rain-washed street with his hands in his pockets. What did she want to talk about Cedric for anyway. Why does she always want to drag up a subject that makes her act like a human hosepipe. He turned right and broke into a splashy run, and within minutes he was turning into the doorway of the Three Broomsticks. He knew he was too early to meet Hermione, but he thought it likely there would be someone in here with whom he could spend the intervening time. He shook his wet hair out of his eyes and looked around. Hagrid was sitting alone in a corner, looking morose. Hi, Hagrid. he said, when he had squeezed through the crammed tables and pulled up a chair beside him. Hagrid jumped and looked down at Harry as though he barely recognized him. Harry saw that he had two fresh cuts on his face and several new bruises. Oh, its you, Harry, said Hagrid. You all righ. Yeah, Im fine, lied Harry; in fact, next to this battered and mournful- looking Hagrid, he felt he did not have much to complain about. Er - are you okay. said Hagrid. Oh yeah, Im grand, Harry, grand. He gazed into the depths of his pewter tankard, which was the size of a large bucket, and sighed. Harry did not know what to say to him. They sat side by side in silence for a moment. Then Hagrid said abruptly, In the same boat, you an me, aren we, Harry. Er - said Harry. Yeah. Ive said it before. Both outsiders, like, said Hagrid, nodding wisely. An both orphans. Yeah. both orphans. He took a great swig from his tankard. Makes a diffrence, havin a decent family, he said. Me dad was decent. An your mum an dad were decent. If theyd lived, life woulda bin diffrent, eh. Yeah. I spose, said Harry cautiously. Hagrid seemed to be in a very strange mood. Family, said Hagrid gloomily. Whatever yeh say, bloods important. And he wiped a trickle of it out of his eye. Hagrid, said Harry, unable to stop himself, where are you getting all these injuries. said Hagrid, looking startled. Wha injuries. All those. said Harry, pointing at Hagrids face. Oh. thas jus normal bumps an bruises, Harry, said Hagrid dismissively. I got a rough job. He drained his tankard, set it back upon the table, and got to his feet. Ill be seein yeh, Harry. Take care now. And he lumbered out of the pub looking wretched and then disappeared into the torrential rain. Harry watched him go, feeling miserable. Hagrid was unhappy and he was hiding something, but he seemed determined not to accept help. What was going on. But before Harry could think about the matter any further, he heard a voice calling his name. Harry. Harry, over here. Hermione was waving at him from the other side of the room. He got up and made his way toward her through the crowded pub. He was still a few tables away when he realized that Hermione was not alone; she was sitting at a table with the unlikeliest pair of drinking mates he could ever have imagined: Luna Lovegood and none other than Rita Skeeter, ex-journalist on the Daily Prophet and one of Hermiones least favorite people in the world. Youre early. said Hermione, moving along to give him room to sit down. I thought you were with Cho, I wasnt expecting you for another hour at least. Cho. said Rita at once, twisting around in her seat to stare avidly at Harry. A girl. She snatched up her crocodile-skin handbag and groped within it. Its none of your business if Harrys been with a hundred girls, Hermione told Rita coolly. So you can put that away right now. Rita had been on the point of withdrawing an acid-green quill from her bag. Looking as though she had been forced to swallow Stinksap, she snapped her bag shut again. What are you units call of duty evolution to. Harry asked, sitting down and staring from Rita to Luna to Hermione. Little Miss Perfect was just about to tell me when you arrived, said Rita, taking a large slurp of her drink. I suppose Im allowed to talk to him, am I. she shot at Hermione. Yes, I suppose you are, said Hermione coldly. Unemployment did not suit Rita. The hair that had once been set in elaborate curls now hung lank and unkempt around her face. The scarlet paint on her two-inch talons was chipped and there were a couple of false jewels missing from her winged glasses. She took another great go here of her drink visit web page said out of the corner of her mouth, Pretty girl, is she, Harry. One more word about Harrys love life and the deals off and thats a promise, said Hermione irritably. What deal. said Rita, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. You havent mentioned a deal yet, Miss Prissy, you just told me to turn up. Oh, one of these days. She took a deep shuddering breath. Yes, yes, one of these days youll write more horrible stories about Harry and me, said Hermione indifferently. Find someone who cares, why dont you. Theyve run plenty of horrible stories about Harry this year without my help, said Rita, shooting a sideways look at him over the top of her glass and adding in a rough whisper, How has that made you feel, Harry. Betrayed. Distraught. Misunderstood. He feels angry, of course, said Hermione in a hard, clear voice. Because hes told the Minister of Magic the truth and the Ministers too much of an idiot to believe him. So you actually stick to it, do you, that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back. said Rita, lowering her glass and subjecting Harry to a piercing stare while her finger strayed longingly to the clasp of the crocodile bag. You stand by all this garbage Gameloop windows working not pubg 10 been telling everybody about YouKnow-Who returning and you being the sole witness -. I wasnt the sole witness, snarled Harry. There were a dozen-odd Death Eaters there as well. Want their names. Id love them, breathed Rita, now fumbling in her bag once more and gazing at him as though he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. A great bold headline: Potter Accuses. A subheading: Harry Potter Names Death Eaters Still Among Us. And then, beneath a nice big photograph of you: Disturbed teenage survivor of You-Know-Whos attack, Harry Potter, 15, caused outrage yesterday by accusing respectable and prominent members of the Wizarding community of being Death Eaters. The Quick-Quotes Quill was actually in her hand and halfway to her mouth when the rapturous expression died out of her face. But of course, she said, lowering the quill and looking daggers at Hermione, Little Miss Perfect wouldnt want that story out there, would she. As a matter of fact, said Hermione sweetly, thats exactly what Little Miss Perfect does want. Rita stared at her. So did Harry. Luna, on the other hand, sang, Weasley Is Our King dreamily under her breath and stirred her drink with a cocktail onion on a stick. You want me to report what he says about He-Who-Must-Not-BeNamed. Rita asked Hermione in a hushed voice. Yes, I do, said Hermione. The true story. All the facts. Exactly as Harry reports them.
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