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At
last
,
exhausted
,
Harry
climbed
into
bed
,
twitched
the
hangings
of
his
four-poster
shut
to
block
out
a
ray
of
moonlight
,
lay
back
,
and
felt
himself
almost
instantly
drifting
off
to
sleep
...
He
had
a
very
strange
dream
.
He
was
walking
through
a
forest
,
his
Firebolt
over
his
shoulder
,
following
something
silvery-white
.
It
was
winding
its
way
through
the
trees
ahead
,
and
he
could
only
catch
glimpses
of
it
between
the
leaves
.
Anxious
to
catch
up
with
it
,
he
sped
up
,
but
as
he
moved
faster
,
so
did
his
quarry
.
Harry
broke
into
a
run
,
and
ahead
he
heard
hooves
gathering
speed
.
Now
he
was
running
flat
out
,
and
ahead
he
could
hear
galloping
.
Then
he
turned
a
corner
into
a
clearing
and
--
"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH
!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
!
"
Harry
woke
as
suddenly
as
though
he
'd
been
hit
in
the
face
.
Disoriented
in
the
total
darkness
,
he
fumbled
with
his
hangings
,
he
could
hear
movements
around
him
,
and
Seamus
Finnigan
's
voice
from
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
Harry
thought
he
heard
the
dormitory
door
slam
.
At
last
finding
the
divide
in
his
curtains
,
he
ripped
them
back
,
and
at
the
same
moment
,
Dean
Thomas
lit
his
lamp
.
Ron
was
sitting
up
in
bed
,
the
hangings
torn
from
one
side
,
a
look
of
utmost
terror
on
his
face
.
"
Black
!
Sirius
Black
!
With
a
knife
!
"
"
What
?
"
"
Here
!
Just
now
!
Slashed
the
curtains
!
Woke
me
up
!
"
