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'
Thanks
a
million
,
Hermione
,
'
said
Harry
weakly
,
passing
over
his
essay
and
sinking
back
into
his
armchair
,
rubbing
his
eyes
.
It
was
now
past
midnight
and
the
common
room
was
deserted
but
for
the
three
of
them
and
Crookshanks
.
The
only
sound
was
that
of
Hermione
's
quill
scratching
out
sentences
here
and
there
on
their
essays
and
the
ruffle
of
pages
as
she
checked
various
facts
in
the
reference
books
strewn
across
the
table
.
Harry
was
exhausted
.
He
also
felt
an
odd
,
sick
,
empty
feeling
in
his
stomach
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
tiredness
and
everything
to
do
with
the
letter
now
curling
blackly
in
the
heart
of
the
fire
.
He
knew
that
half
the
people
inside
Hogwarts
thought
him
strange
,
even
mad
;
he
knew
that
the
Daily
Prophet
had
been
making
snide
allusions
to
him
for
months
,
but
there
was
something
about
seeing
it
written
down
like
that
in
Percy
's
writing
,
about
knowing
that
Percy
was
advising
Ron
to
drop
him
and
even
to
tell
tales
about
him
to
Umbridge
,
that
made
his
situation
real
to
him
as
nothing
else
had
.
He
had
known
Percy
for
four
years
,
had
stayed
in
his
house
during
the
summer
holidays
,
shared
a
tent
with
him
during
the
Quidditch
World
Cup
,
had
even
been
awarded
full
marks
by
him
in
the
second
task
of
the
Triwizard
Tournament
last
year
,
yet
now
,
Percy
thought
him
unbalanced
and
possibly
violent
.
And
with
a
surge
of
sympathy
for
his
godfather
,
Harry
thought
Sirius
was
probably
the
only
person
he
knew
who
could
really
understand
how
he
felt
at
the
moment
,
because
Sirius
was
in
the
same
situation
.
Nearly
everyone
in
the
wizarding
world
thought
Sirius
a
dangerous
murderer
and
a
great
Voldemort
supporter
and
he
had
had
to
live
with
that
knowledge
for
fourteen
years
...
Harry
blinked
.
He
had
just
seen
something
in
the
fire
that
could
not
have
been
there
.
It
had
flashed
into
sight
and
vanished
immediately
.
No
...
it
could
not
have
been
...
he
had
imagined
it
because
he
had
been
thinking
about
Sirius
...
'
OK
,
write
that
down
,
'
Hermione
said
to
Ron
,
pushing
his
essay
and
a
sheet
covered
in
her
own
writing
back
to
Ron
,
'
then
add
this
conclusion
I
've
written
for
you
.
'
'
Hermione
,
you
are
honestly
the
most
wonderful
person
I
've
ever
met
,
'
said
Ron
weakly
,
'
and
if
I
'm
ever
rude
to
you
again
--
'
'
--
I
'll
know
you
're
back
to
normal
,
'
said
Hermione
.
'
Harry
,
yours
is
OK
except
for
this
bit
at
the
end
,
I
think
you
must
have
misheard
Professor
Sinistra
,
Europa
's
covered
in
ice
,
not
mice
--
Harry
?
'
Harry
had
slid
off
his
chair
on
to
his
knees
and
was
now
crouching
on
the
singed
and
threadbare
hearthrug
,
gazing
into
the
flames
.
'
