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Malfoy
dragged
the
cloak
out
from
under
Harry
's
immobilized
body
and
threw
it
over
him
.
"
I
do
n't
reckon
they
'll
find
you
till
the
train
's
back
in
London
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
See
you
around
,
Potter
...
or
not
.
"
And
taking
care
to
tread
on
Harry
's
fingers
,
Malfoy
left
the
compartment
.
Harry
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
would
,
surely
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
him
.
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
loud
babble
of
talk
.
Ron
and
Hermione
would
think
that
he
had
left
the
train
without
them
.
Once
they
arrived
at
Hogwarts
and
took
their
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
imagined
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
.
"
