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But
Harry
lay
still
,
pretending
to
be
asleep
.
He
heard
Ron
leave
again
,
and
rolled
over
on
his
back
,
his
eyes
wide
open
.
A
hatred
such
as
he
had
never
known
before
was
coursing
through
Harry
like
poison
.
He
could
see
Black
laughing
at
him
through
the
darkness
,
as
though
somebody
had
pasted
the
picture
from
the
album
over
his
eyes
.
He
watched
,
as
though
somebody
was
playing
him
a
piece
of
film
,
Sirius
Black
blasting
Peter
Pettigrew
(
who
resembled
Neville
Longbottom
)
into
a
thousand
pieces
.
He
could
hear
(
though
having
no
idea
what
Black
's
voice
might
sound
like
)
a
low
,
excited
mutter
.
"
It
has
happened
,
My
Lord
...
the
Potters
have
made
me
their
Secret-Keeper
"
and
then
came
another
voice
,
laughing
shrilly
,
the
same
laugh
that
Harry
heard
inside
his
head
whenever
the
Dementors
drew
near
...
.
"
Harry
,
you
--
you
look
terrible
.
"
Harry
had
n't
gotten
to
sleep
until
daybreak
.
He
had
awoken
to
find
the
dormitory
deserted
,
dressed
,
and
gone
down
the
spiral
staircase
to
a
common
room
that
was
completely
empty
except
for
Ron
,
who
was
eating
a
Peppermint
Toad
and
massaging
his
stomach
,
and
Hermione
,
who
had
spread
her
homework
over
three
tables
.
"
Where
is
everyone
?
"
said
Harry
.
"
Gone
!
It
's
the
first
day
of
the
holidays
,
remember
?
"
said
Ron
,
watching
Harry
closely
.
"
It
's
nearly
lunchtime
;
I
was
going
to
come
and
wake
you
up
in
a
minute
.
"
Harry
slumped
into
a
chair
next
to
the
fire
.
Snow
was
still
falling
outside
the
windows
.
Crookshanks
was
spread
out
in
front
of
the
fire
like
a
large
,
ginger
rug
.
"
You
really
do
n't
look
well
,
you
know
,
"
Hermione
said
,
peering
anxiously
into
his
face
.
"
I
'm
fine
,
"
said
Harry
.
