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â€œI am going to lock you in,â€ they heard him saying. â€œit is five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do it. Good luck.â€
Dumbledore backed out of the room, closed the door, and took out his wand to magically lock it. Panicking, Harry and Hermione ran forward. Dumbledore looked up, and a wide smile appeared under the long silver mustache. â€œWell?â€ he said quietly.
â€œWe did it!â€ said Harry breathlessly. â€œSirius has gone, on Buckbeakâ€¦.â€
Dumbledore beamed at them.
â€œWell done. I think â€”â€ He listened intently for any sound within the hospital wing. â€œYes, I think you've gone too â€” get inside â€” I'll lock you in â€”â€
Harry and Hermione slipped back inside the dormitory. It was empty except for Ron, who was still lying motionless in the end bed. As the lock clicked behind them, Harry and Hermione crept back to their own beds, Hermione tucking the Time-Turner back under her robes. A moment later, Madam Pomfrey came striding back out of her office.
â€œDid I hear the headmaster leaving? Am I allowed to look after my patients now?â€
She was in a very bad mood. Harry and Hermione thought it best to accept their chocolate quietly. Madam Pomfrey stood over them, making sure they ate it. But Harry could hardly swallow. He and Hermione were waiting, listening, their nerves janglingâ€¦. And then, as they both took a fourth piece of chocolate from Madam Pomfrey, they heard a distant roar of fury echoing from somewhere above themâ€¦.
â€œWhat was that?â€ said Madam Pomfrey in alarm.
Now they could hear angry voices, growing louder and louder. Madam Pomfrey was staring at the door.
â€œReally â€” they'll wake everybody up! What do they think they're doing?â€
Harry was trying to hear what the voices were saying. They were drawing nearer â€”
â€œHe must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out â€”â€
â€œHE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!â€ Snape roared, now very close at hand. â€œYOU CAN'T APPARATE OR DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS â€” HAS â€” SOMETHING â€” TO â€” DO â€” WITH â€” POTTER!â€
â€œSeverus â€” be reasonable â€” Harry has been locked up â€”â€
The door of the hospital wing burst open.
Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself.
â€œOUT WITH IT, POTTER!â€ he bellowed. â€œWHAT DID YOU DO?â€
â€œProfessor Snape!â€ shrieked Madam Pomfrey. â€œControl yourself!â€
â€œSee here, Snape, be reasonable,â€ said Fudge. â€œThis door's been locked, we just saw â€”â€
â€œTHEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!â€ Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth.
â€œCalm down, man!â€ Fudge barked. â€œYou're talking nonsense!â€
â€œYOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!â€ shrieked Snape. â€œHE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT â€”â€
â€œThat will do, Severus,â€ said Dumbledore quietly. â€œThink about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the ward ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?â€
â€œOf course not!â€ said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. â€œI would have heard them!â€
â€œWell, there you have it, Severus,â€ said Dumbledore calmly. â€œUnless you are suggesting that Harry and Hermione are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further.â€
Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behavior, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward.
â€œFellow seems quite unbalanced,â€ said Fudge, staring after him. â€œI'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore.â€
â€œOh, he's not unbalanced,â€ said Dumbledore quietly. â€œHe's just suffered a severe disappointment.â€
â€œHe's not the only one!â€ puffed Fudge. â€œThe Daily Prophet's going to have a field day! We had Black cornered and he slipped through our fingers yet again! All it needs now is for the story of that Hippogriff's escape to get out, and I'll be a laughingstock! Wellâ€¦ I'd better go and notify the Ministryâ€¦..â€
â€œAnd the Dementors?â€ said Dumbledore. â€œThey'll be removed from the school, I trust?â€
â€œOh yes, they'll have to go,â€ said Fudge, running his fingers distractedly through his hair. â€œNever dreamed they'd attempt to administer the Kiss on an innocent boyâ€¦ Completely out of controlâ€¦ no, I'll have them packed off back to Azkaban tonight â€¦ Perhaps we should think about dragons at the school entranceâ€¦.â€
â€œHagrid would like that,â€ said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry and Hermione. As he and Fudge left the dormitory, Madam Pomfrey hurried to the door and locked it again. Muttering angrily to herself, she headed back to her office.
There was a low moan from the other end of the ward. Ron had woken up. They could see him sitting up, rubbing his head, looking around.
â€œWhat â€” what happened?â€ he groaned. â€œHarry? Why are we in here? Where's Sirius? Where's Lupin? What's going on?â€
Harry and Hermione looked at each other.
â€œYou explain,â€ said Harry, helping himself to some more chocolate.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the hospital wing at noon the next day, it was to find an almost deserted castle. The sweltering, heat and the end of the exams meant that everyone was taking full advantage of another Hogsmeade visit. Neither Ron nor Hermione felt like going, however, so they and Harry wandered onto the grounds, still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius and Buckbeak were now. Sitting near the lake, watching the giant squid waving its tentacles lazily above the water, Harry lost the thread of the conversation as he looked across to the opposite bank. The stag had galloped toward him from there just last nightâ€¦.
A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at them.
â€œKnow I shouldnâ€™ feel happy, after whaâ€™ happened lasâ€™ night,â€ he said. â€œI mean, Black escapinâ€™ again, an, everythinâ€™ â€” but guess what?â€
â€œWhat?â€ they said, pretending to look curious.
â€œBeaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratinâ€™ all night!â€
â€œThat's wonderful!â€ said Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because he looked as though he was close to laughing.
â€œYeahâ€¦ can't've tied him up properly,â€ said Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. â€œI was worried this mornin', mindâ€¦ thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythinâ€™ lasâ€™ nightâ€¦.â€
â€œWhat?â€ said Harry quickly.
â€œBlimey, havenâ€™ yeh heard?â€ said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. â€œEr â€” Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'â€¦. Thought everyone'd know by nowâ€¦ Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. Anâ€™ he was loose on the grounds lasâ€™ nightâ€¦. He's packinâ€™ now, oâ€™ course.â€
â€œHe's packing?â€ said Harry, alarmed. â€œWhy?â€
â€œLeavin', isnâ€™ he?â€ said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. â€œResigned firsâ€™ thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again.â€
Harry scrambled to his feet.
â€œI'm going to see him,â€ he said to Ron and Hermione.
â€œBut if he's resigned â€”â€
â€œâ€“ doesn't sound like there's anything we can do â€”â€
â€œI don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here.â€
Lupin's office door was open. He had already packed most of his things. The Grindylow's empty tank stood next to his battered old suitcase, which was open and nearly full. Lupin was bending over something on his desk and looked up only when Harry knocked on the door.
â€œI saw you coming,â€ said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map.
â€œI just saw Hagrid,â€ said Harry. â€œAnd he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?â€
â€œI'm afraid it is,â€ said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents.
â€œWhy?â€ said Harry. â€œThe Ministry of Magic don't think you were helping Sirius, do they?â€
Lupin crossed to the door and closed it behind Harry.
â€œNo. Professor Dumbledore managed to convince Fudge that I was trying to save your lives.â€ He sighed. â€œThat was the final straw for Severus. I think the loss of the Order of Merlin hit him hard. So he â€” er â€” accidentally let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast.â€
â€œYou're not leaving just because of that!â€ said Harry.
Lupin smiled wryly.
â€œThis time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving from parentsâ€¦. They will not want a werewolf teaching their children, Harry. And after last night, I see their point. I could have bitten any of youâ€¦. That must never happen again.â€
â€œYou're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!â€ said Harry. â€œDon't go!â€
Lupin shook his head and didn't speak. He carried on emptying his drawers. Then, while Harry was trying to think of a good argument to make him stay, Lupin said, â€œFrom what the headmaster told me this morning, you saved a lot of lives last night, Harry. If I'm proud of anything I've done this year, it's how much you've learnedâ€¦. Tell me about your Patronus.â€
â€œHow d'you know about that?â€ said Harry, distracted.
â€œWhat else could have driven the Dementors back?â€
Harry told Lupin what had happened. When he'd finished, Lupin was smiling again.
â€œYes, your father was always a stag when he transformed,â€ he said. â€œYou guessed rightâ€¦ that's why we called him Prongs.â€
Lupin threw his last few books into his case, closed the desk drawers, and turned to look at Harry.
â€œHere â€” I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night,â€ he said, handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. â€œAndâ€¦â€ He hesitated, then held out the Marauder's Map too. â€œI am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it.â€
Harry took the map and grinned.
â€œYou told me Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs would've wanted to lure me out of schoolâ€¦ you said they'd have thought it was funny.â€
â€œAnd so we would have,â€ said Lupin, now reaching down to close his case. â€œI have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle.â€
There was a knock on the door. Harry hastily stuffed the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket.
It was Professor Dumbledore. He didn't look surprised to see Harry there.
â€œYour carriage is at the gates, Remus,â€ he said.
â€œThank You, Headmaster.â€
Lupin picked up his old suitcase and the empty Grindylow tank.
â€œWell â€” good-bye, Harry,â€ he said, smiling. â€œIt has been a real pleasure teaching you. I feel sure we'll meet again sometime. Headmaster, there is no need to see me to the gates, I can manageâ€¦.â€
Harry had the impression that Lupin wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
â€œGood-bye, then, Remus,â€ said Dumbledore soberly. Lupin shifted the Grindylow tank slightly so that he and Dumbledore could shake hands. Then, with a final nod to Harry and a swift smile, Lupin left the office.
Harry sat down in his vacated chair, staring glumly at the floor. He heard the door close and looked up. Dumbledore was still there.
â€œWhy so miserable, Harry?â€ he said quietly. â€œYou should be very proud of yourself after last night.â€
â€œIt didn't make any difference,â€ said Harry bitterly. â€œPettigrew got away.â€
â€œDidn't make any difference?â€ said Dumbledore quietly, â€œIt made all the difference in the world, Harry. You helped uncover the truth. You saved an innocent man from a terrible fate.â€
Terrible. Something stirred in Harry's memory. Greater and more terrible than ever beforeâ€¦ Professor Trelawney's prediction!
â€œProfessor Dumbledore â€” yesterday, when I was having my Divination exam, Professor Trelawney went very â€” very strange.â€
â€œIndeed?â€ said Dumbledore. â€œEr â€” stranger than usual, you mean?â€
â€œYesâ€¦ her voice went all deep and her eyes rolled and she said â€¦ she said Voldemort's servant was going to set out to return to him before midnightâ€¦. She said the servant would help him come back to power.â€ Harry stared up at Dumbledore. â€œAnd then she sort of became normal again, and she couldn't remember anything she'd said. Was it â€” was she making a real prediction?â€
Dumbledore looked mildly impressed.
â€œDo you know, Harry, I think she might have been.â€ he said thoughtfully. â€œWho'd have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay raiseâ€¦.â€
â€œBut â€”â€ Harry looked at him, aghast. How could Dumbledore take this so calmly?
â€œBut â€” I stopped Sirius and Professor Lupin from killing Pettigrew! That makes it my fault if Voldemort comes back!â€
â€œIt does not,â€ said Dumbledore quietly. â€œHasn't your experience with the Time-Turner taught you anything, Harry? The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeedâ€¦. Professor Trelawney, bless her, is living proof of thatâ€¦. You did a very noble thing, in saving Pettigrew's life.â€
â€œBut if he helps Voldemort back to powerâ€¦â€
â€œPettigrew owes his life to you. You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is in your debtâ€¦. When one wizard saves another wizard's life, it creates a certain bond between themâ€¦ and I'm much mistaken if Voldemort wants his servant in the debt of Harry Potter.â€
â€œI don't want a connection with Pettigrew!â€ said Harry. â€œHe betrayed my parents!â€
â€œThis is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry. But trust meâ€¦ the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew's life.â€
Harry couldn't imagine when that would be. Dumbledore looked as though he knew what Harry was thinking.
â€œI knew your father very well, both at Hogwarts and later, Harry,â€ he said gently. â€œHe would have saved Pettigrew too, I am sure of it.â€
Harry looked up at him. Dumbledore wouldn't laugh â€” he could tell Dumbledoreâ€¦
â€œI thought it was my dad who'd conjured my Patronus. I mean, when I saw myself across the lake â€¦ I thought I was seeing him.â€
â€œAn easy mistake to make,â€ said Dumbledore softly. â€œI expect you'll tire of hearing it, but you do look extraordinarily like James. Except for the eyesâ€¦ you have your mother's eyes.â€
Harry shook his head.
â€œIt was stupid, thinking it was him,â€ he muttered. â€œI mean, I knew he was dead.â€
â€œYou think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.â€
It took a moment for Harry to realize what Dumblefore had said.
â€œLast night Sirius told me all about how they became Animagi,â€ said Dumbledore, smiling. â€œAn extraordinary achievement â€” not least, keeping it quiet from me. And then I remembered the most unusual form your Patronus took, when it charged Mr. Malfoy down at your Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last nightâ€¦. You found him inside yourself.â€
And Dumbledore left the office, leaving Harry to his very confused thoughts.
Nobody at Hogwarts now knew the truth of what had happened the night that Sirius, Buckbeak, and Pettigrew had vanished except Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Professor Dumbledore. As the end of term approached, Harry heard many different theories about what had really happened, but none of them came close to the truth.
Malfoy was furious about Buckbeak. He was convinced that Hagrid had found a way of smuggling the Hippogriff to safety, and seemed outraged that he and his father had been outwitted by a gamekeeper. Percy Weasley, meanwhile, had much to say on the subject of Sirius's escape.
â€œIf I manage to get into the Ministry, I'll have a lot of proposals to make about Magical Law Enforcement!â€ he told the only person who would listen â€” his girlfriend, Penelope.
Though the weather was perfect, though the atmosphere was so cheerful, though he knew they had achieved the near impossible in helping Sirius to freedom, Harry had never approached the end of a school year in worse spirits.
He certainly wasn't the only one who was sorry to see Professor Lupin go. The whole of Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was miserable about his resignation.
â€œWonder what they'll give us next year?â€ said Seamus Finnigan gloomily.
â€œMaybe a vampire,â€ suggested Dean Thomas hopefully.
It wasn't only Professor Lupin's departure that was weighing on Harry's mind. He couldn't help thinking a lot about Professor Trelawney's prediction. He kept wondering where Pettigrew was now, whether he had sought sanctuary with Voldemort yet. But the thing that was lowering Harry's spirits most of all was the prospect of returning to the Dursleys. For maybe half an hour, a glorious half hour, he had believed he would be living with Sirius from now onâ€¦his parentsâ€™ best friendâ€¦It would have been the next best thing to having his own father back. And while no news of Sirius was definitely good news, because it meant he had successfully gone into hiding, Harry couldn't help feeling miserable when he thought of the home he might have had, and the fact that it was now impossible.
The exam results came out on the last day of term. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had passed every subject. Harry was amazed that he had got through Potions. He had a shrewd suspicion that Dumbledore might have stepped in to stop Snape failing him on purpose. Snape's behavior toward Harry over the past week had been quite alarming. Harry wouldn't have thought it possible that Snape's dislike for him could increase, but it certainly had. A muscle twitched unpleasantly at the corner of Snape's thin mouth every time he looked at Harry, and he was constantly flexing his fingers, as though itching to place them around Harry's throat.
Percy had got his top-grade N.E.W.T.s; Fred and George had scraped a handful of O.W.L.s each. Gryffindor House, meanwhile, largely thanks to their spectacular performance in the Quidditch Cup, had won the House championship for the third year running. This meant that the end of term feast took place amid decorations of scarlet and gold, and that the Gryffindor table was the noisiest of the lot, as everybody celebrated. Even Harry managed to forget about the journey back to the Dursleys the next day as he ate, drank, talked, and laughed with the rest.
As the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station the next morning, Hermione gave Harry and Ron some surprising news.
â€œI went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided to drop Muggle Studies.â€
â€œBut you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent!â€ said Ron.
â€œI know,â€ sighed Hermione, â€œbut I can't stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. I've handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll be able to have a normal schedule again.â€
â€œI still can't believe you didn't tell us about it,â€ said Ron grumpily. â€œWe're supposed to be your friends.â€
â€œI promised I wouldn't tell anyone,â€ said Hermione severely. She looked around at Harry, who was watching Hogwarts disappear from view behind a mountain. Two whole months before he'd see it againâ€¦.
â€œOh, cheer up, Harry!â€ said Hermione sadly.
â€œI'm okay,â€ said Harry quickly. â€œJust thinking about the holidays.â€
â€œYeah, I've been thinking about them too,â€ said Ron. â€œHarry, you've got to come and stay with us. I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now â€”â€
â€œA telephone, Ron,â€ said Hermione. â€œHonestly, you should take Muggle Studies next yearâ€¦.â€
Ron ignored her.
â€œIt's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work.â€
This proposal had the effect of cheering Harry up a great deal.
â€œYeahâ€¦ I bet the Dursleys'd be pleased to let me comeâ€¦ especially after what I did to Aunt Margeâ€¦.â€
Feeling considerably more cheerful, Harry joined Ron and Hermione in several games of Exploding Snap, and when the witch with the tea cart arrived, he bought himself a very large lunch, though nothing with chocolate in it.
But it was late in the afternoon before the thing that made him truly happy turned upâ€¦.
â€œHarry,â€ said Hermione suddenly, peering over his shoulder. â€œWhat's that thing outside your window?â€
Harry turned to look outside. Something very small and gray was bobbing in and out of sight beyond the glass. He stood up for a better look and saw that it was a tiny owl, carrying a letter that was much too big for it. The owl was so small, in fact, that it kept tumbling over in the air, buffeted this way and that in the train's slipstream. Harry quickly pulled down the window, stretched out his arm, and caught it. It felt like a very fluffy Snitch. He brought it carefully inside.
The owl dropped its letter onto Harry's seat and began zooming around their compartment, apparently very pleased with itself for accomplishing its task. Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval. Crookshanks sat up in his seat, following the owl with his great yellow eyes. Ron, noticing this, snatched the owl safely out of harm's way.
Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him. He ripped open the letter, and shouted, â€œIt's from Sirius!â€
â€œWhat?â€ said Ron and Hermione excitedly. â€œRead it aloud!â€
I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle. I don't know whether they're used to owl post.
Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job.
I believe the Dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted.
There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt â€”
â€œHa!â€ said Hermione triumphantly. â€œSee! I told you it was from him!â€
â€œYes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?â€ said Ron. â€œOuch!â€ The tiny owl now hooting happily in his hand, had nibbled one of his fingers in what it seemed to think was an affectionate way.
â€“ Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as thirteen birthdaysâ€™ worth of presents from your godfather.
I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you.
I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable.
If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me.
I'll write again soon.
Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There was another piece of parchment in there. He read it through quickly and felt suddenly as warm and contented as though he'd swallowed a bottle of hot butterbeer in one gulp.
I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends. â€œThat'll be good enough for Dumbledore!â€ said Harry happily. He looked back at Sirius's letter. â€œHang on, there's a PSâ€¦.â€
I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.
Ron's eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly. â€œKeep him?â€ he said uncertainly. He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, to Harry's and Hermione's great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff.
â€œWhat do you reckon?â€ Ron asked the cat. â€œDefinitely an owl?â€
â€œThat's good enough for me,â€ said Ron happily. â€œHe's mine.â€
Harry read and reread the letter from Sirius all the way back into King's Cross station. It was still clutched tightly in his hand as he, Ron, and Hermione stepped back through the barrier of platform nine and three-quarters. Harry spotted Uncle Vernon at once. He was standing a good distance from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, eyeing them suspiciously, and when Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry in greeting, his worst suspicions about them seemed confirmed.
â€œI'll call about the World Cup!â€ Ron yelled after Harry as Harry bid him and Hermione good-bye, then wheeled the trolley bearing his trunk and Hedwig's cage toward Uncle Vernon, who greeted him in his usual fashion.
â€œWhat's that?â€ he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. â€œIf it's another form for me to sign, you've got another â€”â€
â€œIt's not,â€ said Harry cheerfully. â€œIt's a letter from my godfather.â€
â€œGodfather?â€ sputtered Uncle Vernon. â€œYou haven't got a godfather!â€
â€œYes, I have,â€ said Harry brightly. â€œHe was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though â€¦ keep up with my news â€¦ check if I'm happy â€¦â€
And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.
The Prisoner of Azkaban
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