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"Sirius Black" Harry said wearily. "He's supposed to be after me. So McGonagall reckons he might have sent it."
Hagrid drew his finger swiftly across his throat, then gave a great wail and lurched forward, his face in his arms.
Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to help them.
"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 opened his eyes a fraction and squinted up to where they stood; Dumbledore's back was to him, but he could see Percy's face, rapt with attention, and Snape's profile, which looked angry.
"Professor Snape's very interested in the Dark Arts, he blurted out.
"Not now," said Lupin firmly. "You've had enough for one night. Here --"
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now...."
"Didn't they want to help, sit?" said Percy.
But Harry, remembering what the woman at the Magical Menagerie had said about rats living only three years, couldn't help feeling that unless Scabbers had powers he had never revealed, he was reaching the end of his life. And despite Ron's frequent conplaints that Scabbers was both boring and useless, he was sure Ron would be very miserable if Scabbers died.
On Christmas morning, Harry was woken by Ron throwing his pillow at him.
"Psst -- Harry!"
"Ah," said Wood, his expression clearing. "Well, in that case -- I really didn't want to lose you as Seeker, Harry. And have you ordered a new broom yet?"
"Azkaban must be terrible," Harry muttered. Lupin nodded grimly.
"You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you recognize and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment or, the subject, and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in hand. Weasley, stay behind, we need to arrange your detention.";
"I have been crystal gazing, Headmaster," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest, most faraway voice, "and to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my solitary luncheon and coming to join you. Who am I to refuse the promptings of fate? I at once hastened from my tower, and I do beg you to forgive my lateness...."？