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"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back, shall I?" He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay -- excuse us, Severus --"
"Where is he, Sirius?"
There was a great "Ooooooh" of disappointment from the Gryffindor supporters, but much applause for their Beater from the Ravenclaw end. George Weasley vented his feelings by hitting the second Bludger directly at the offending Beater, who was forced to roll right over in midair to avoid it.
Both Harry and Hermione burst out laughing.
"That would be because they -- er -- weren't dementors," said Professor Lupin. "Come and see -- "
Very slowly, his sunken gaze never leaving Lupin's face, Black nodded.
"Twelve years, in fact," said Lupin. "Didn't you ever wonder why he was living so long?"
"'Bye!" Harry called to Ron. "See you when you get back!"
"What are you doing, Weasley?"
All usual pursuits were abandoned in the Gryffindor common room the night before the match. Even Hermione had Put down her books.
Hermione screamed. Black leapt to his feet. Harry felt as though he'd received a huge electric shock.
"Good day, my dear," she said softly. "If you would kindly gaze into the Orb.... Take your time, now... then tell me what you see within it...."
"My God," said Lupin softly, staring from Scabbers to the picture in the paper and back again. "His front paw..."
"So," he said, straightening up again. "Everyone from the Minister of Magic downward has been trying to keep famous Harry Potter safe from Sirius Black. But famous Harry Potter is a law unto himself Let the ordinary people worry about his safety! Famous Harry Potter goes where he wants to, with no thought for the consequences.
Then came Astronomy at midnight, up on the tallest tower; History of Magic on Wednesday morning, in which Harry scribbled everything Florean Fortescue had ever told him about medieval witch-hunts, while wishing he could have had one of Fortescue's choco-nut sundaes with him in the stifling classroom. Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology, in the greenhouses under a baking-hot sun; then back to the common room once more, with sunburnt necks, thinking longingly of this time next day, when it would all be over.？