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I
've
just
been
attacked
by
dementors
and
I
might
be
expelled
from
Hogwarts
.
I
want
to
know
what
's
going
on
and
when
I
'm
going
to
get
out
of
here
.
Harry
copied
these
words
on
to
three
separate
pieces
of
parchment
the
moment
he
reached
the
desk
in
his
dark
bedroom
.
He
addressed
the
first
to
Sirius
,
the
second
to
Ron
,
and
the
third
to
Hermione
.
His
owl
,
Hedwig
,
was
off
hunting
;
her
cage
stood
empty
on
the
desk
.
Harry
paced
the
bedroom
waiting
for
her
to
come
back
,
his
head
pounding
,
his
brain
too
busy
for
sleep
even
though
his
eyes
stung
and
itched
with
tiredness
.
His
back
ached
from
hauling
Dudley
home
,
and
the
two
lumps
on
his
head
where
the
window
and
Dudley
had
hit
him
were
throbbing
painfully
.
Up
and
down
he
paced
,
consumed
with
anger
and
frustration
,
grinding
his
teeth
and
clenching
his
fists
,
casting
angry
looks
out
at
the
empty
,
star-strewn
sky
every
time
he
passed
the
window
.
Dementors
sent
to
get
him
,
Mrs.
Figg
and
Mundungus
Fletcher
tailing
him
in
secret
,
then
suspension
from
Hogwarts
and
a
hearing
at
the
Ministry
of
Magic
--
and
still
no
one
was
telling
him
what
was
going
on
.
And
what
,
what
,
had
that
Howler
been
about
?
Whose
voice
had
echoed
so
horribly
,
so
menacingly
,
through
the
kitchen
?
Why
was
he
still
trapped
here
without
information
?
Why
was
everyone
treating
him
like
some
naughty
kid
?
Do
n't
do
any
more
magic
,
stay
in
the
house
...
He
kicked
his
school
trunk
as
he
passed
it
,
but
far
from
relieving
his
anger
he
felt
worse
,
as
he
now
had
a
sharp
pain
in
his
toe
to
deal
with
in
addition
to
the
pain
in
the
rest
of
his
body
.
Just
as
he
limped
past
the
window
,
Hedwig
soared
through
it
with
a
soft
rustle
of
wings
like
a
small
ghost
.
'
About
time
!
'
Harry
snarled
,
as
she
landed
lightly
on
top
of
her
cage
.
'
You
can
put
that
down
,
I
've
got
work
for
you
!
'
Hedwig
's
large
,
round
,
amber
eyes
gazed
at
him
reproachfully
over
the
dead
frog
clamped
in
her
beak
.
'
Come
here
,
'
said
Harry
,
picking
up
the
three
small
rolls
of
parchment
and
a
leather
thong
and
tying
the
scrolls
to
her
scaly
leg
.
'
Take
these
straight
to
Sirius
,
Ron
and
Hermione
and
do
n't
come
back
here
without
good
long
replies
.
Keep
pecking
them
till
they
've
written
decent-length
answers
if
you
've
got
to
.
Understand
?
'
