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Harry
seized
a
pair
of
heavy-looking
broomsticks
from
the
nearest
pile
of
junk
and
threw
one
to
Ron
,
who
pulled
Hermione
onto
it
behind
him
.
Harry
swung
his
leg
over
the
second
broom
and
,
with
hard
kicks
to
the
ground
,
they
soared
up
in
the
air
,
missing
by
feet
the
horned
beak
of
a
flaming
raptor
that
snapped
its
jaws
at
them
.
The
smoke
and
heat
were
becoming
overwhelming
:
Below
them
the
cursed
fire
was
consuming
the
contraband
of
generations
of
hunted
students
,
the
guilty
outcomes
of
a
thousand
banned
experiments
,
the
secrets
of
the
countless
souls
who
had
sought
refuge
in
the
room
.
Harry
could
not
see
a
trace
of
Malfoy
,
Crabbe
,
or
Goyle
anywhere
.
He
swooped
as
low
as
he
dare
over
the
marauding
monsters
of
flame
to
try
to
find
them
,
but
there
was
nothing
but
fire
:
What
a
terrible
way
to
die
...
He
had
never
wanted
this
...
"
Harry
,
let
's
get
out
,
let
's
get
out
!
"
bellowed
Ron
,
though
it
was
impossible
to
see
where
the
door
was
through
the
black
smoke
.
And
then
Harry
heard
a
thin
,
piteous
human
scream
from
amidst
the
terrible
commotion
,
the
thunder
of
devouring
flame
.
"
It
's
--
too
--
dangerous
--
!
"
Ron
yelled
,
but
Harry
wheeled
in
the
air
.
His
glasses
giving
his
eyes
some
small
protection
from
the
smoke
,
he
raked
the
firestorm
below
,
seeking
a
sign
of
life
,
a
limb
or
a
face
that
was
not
yet
charred
like
wood
...
And
he
saw
them
:
Malfoy
with
his
arms
around
the
unconscious
Goyle
,
the
pair
of
them
perched
on
a
fragile
tower
of
charred
desks
,
and
Harry
dived
.
Malfoy
saw
him
coming
and
raised
one
arm
,
but
even
as
Harry
grasped
it
he
knew
at
once
that
it
was
no
good
.
Goyle
was
too
heavy
and
Malfoy
's
hand
,
covered
in
sweat
,
slid
instantly
out
of
Harry
's
--
"
IF
WE
DIE
FOR
THEM
,
I
'LL
KILL
YOU
,
HARRY
!
"
roared
Ron
's
voice
,
and
,
as
a
great
flaming
chimaera
bore
down
upon
them
,
he
and
Hermione
dragged
Goyle
onto
their
broom
and
rose
,
rolling
and
pitching
,
into
the
air
once
more
as
Malfoy
clambered
up
behind
Harry
.
"
The
door
,
get
to
the
door
,
the
door
!
"
screamed
Malfoy
in
Harry
's
ear
,
and
Harry
sped
up
,
following
Ron
,
Hermione
,
and
Goyle
through
the
billowing
black
smoke
,
hardly
able
to
breathe
:
and
all
around
them
the
last
few
objects
unburned
by
the
devouring
flames
were
flung
into
the
air
,
as
the
creatures
of
the
cursed
fire
cast
them
high
in
celebration
:
cups
and
shields
,
a
sparkling
necklace
,
and
an
old
,
discolored
tiara
--
"
What
are
you
doing
,
what
are
you
doing
,
the
door
's
that
way
!
"
screamed
Malfoy
,
but
Harry
made
a
hairpin
swerve
and
dived
.
The
diadem
seemed
to
fall
in
slow
motion
,
turning
and
glittering
as
it
dropped
toward
the
maw
of
a
yawning
serpent
,
and
then
he
had
it
,
caught
it
around
his
wrist
--
Harry
swerved
again
as
the
serpent
lunged
at
him
;
he
soared
upward
and
straight
toward
the
place
where
,
he
prayed
,
the
door
stood
open
;
Ron
,
Hermione
and
Goyle
had
vanished
;
Malfoy
was
screaming
and
holding
Harry
so
tightly
it
hurt
.
Then
,
through
the
smoke
,
Harry
saw
a
rectangular
patch
on
the
wall
and
steered
the
broom
at
it
,
and
moments
later
clean
air
filled
his
lungs
and
they
collided
with
the
wall
in
the
corridor
beyond
.
