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“Hey, Potter!” shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. “Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Woooooooooo!”

“It was, but you told me I had to get an ‘Outstanding’ in my O.W.L., Professor.”

“I shall tell you that when we are somewhere more private,” said Scrimgeour. “Is there such a place?” he demanded of Mr. Weasley.

“I don’t – want – to – go!” said Petunia, and she dragged her hand back out of her sister’s grasp. “You think I want to go to some stupid castle and learn to be a – a…”

“I don’t know where he is, he was supposed to meet me here!”

“Harry!” said Hermione, shocked and reproachful.

“It isn't our business to know,” said Lupin unexpectedly. He had turned his back on the fire now and faced Harry across Mr. Weasley. “It's Dumbledore's business. Dumbledore trusts Severus, and that ought to be good enough for all of us.”

“I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower,” said Professor McGonagall heavily. “I need to address the students in any case.”

“Hermione,” said Ron, looking sideways at her, suddenly frowning, “your teeth…”