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"Hagrid! Look! Red sparks, the others are in trouble!"
"Look --" he murmured, holding out his arm to stop Malfoy.
"You're going out again," he said.
Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was a nice woman, but very strict.
Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Harry was glad she held herself in as his head was still very sore.
"Quirrell said Snape --"
"Do something," he said desperately.
"Should call Filch, I should, if something's a-creeping around unseen."
And Harry let go. Cold, damp air rushed past him as he fell down, down, down and -- FLUMP. With a funny, muffled sort of thump he landed on something soft. He sat up and felt around, his eyes not used to the gloom. It felt as though he was sitting on some sort of plant.
Harry swallowed and looked around him. He realized he must be in the hospital wing. He was lying in a bed with white linen sheets, and next to him was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.
There was already someone there -- but it wasn't Snape. It wasn't even Voldemort.
The sky had turned light before they stopped talking. They went to bed exhausted, their throats sore. But the night's surprises weren't over.
"Well -- no," Ron admitted.
"Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr. Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."
"No, it isn't," said Harry thoughtfully. "He's a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I don't think it was an accident he let me find out how the mirror worked. It's almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could...."。