SPLAT.
Malfoy’s head jerked forward as the mud hit him; his silver-blond hair was suddenly dripping in muck.
“What the — ?”
Ron had to hold onto the fence to keep himself standing, he was laughing so hard. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle spun stupidly on the spot, staring wildly around, Malfoy trying to wipe his hair clean.
“What was that? Who did that?”
“Very haunted up here, isn’t it?” said Ron, with the air of one commenting on the weather.

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“Oh!” screamed Cho, pointing.
Distracted, Harry looked down.
Three dementors, three tall, black, hooded dementors, were looking up at him.
He didn’t stop to think. Plunging a hand down the neck of his robes, he whipped out his wand and roared, “Expecto patronum!”
Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wand. He knew it had shot directly at the dementors but didn’t pause to watch; his mind still miraculously clear, he looked ahead — he was nearly there. He stretched out the hand still grasping his wand and just managed to close his fingers over the small, struggling Snitch.

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“Sure you can manage that broom, Potter?” said a cold, drawling voice.
Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
“Yeah, reckon so,” said Harry casually.
“Got plenty of special features, hasn’t it?” said Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. “Shame it doesn’t come with a parachute — in case you get too near a dementor.”
Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
“Pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,” said Harry. “Then it could catch the Snitch for you.”
The Gryffindor team laughed loudly.
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Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was,” said Fred bracingly “And he’s been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly — one swallow — he probably didn’t feel a thing.”
“Fred!” said Ginny indignantly.
“All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself,” said George.
“He bit Goyle for us once!” Ron said miserably. “Remember, Harry?”
“Yeah, that’s true,” said Harry.
“His finest hour,” said Fred, unable to keep a straight face. “Let the scar on Goyle’s finger stand as a lasting tribute to his memory.
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He hadn’t told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. The fact remained, however, that it had now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, he had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, fallen fifty feet from his broomstick. Was the Grim going to haunt him until he actually died? Was he going to spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder for the beast?

He hadn’t told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. The fact remained, however, that it had now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, he had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, fallen fifty feet from his broomstick. Was the Grim going to haunt him until he actually died? Was he going to spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder for the beast?

Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course — exceptionally bright, in fact — but I don’t think we’ve ever had such a pair of troublemakers —”
“I dunno,” chuckled Hagrid. “Fred and George Weasley could give ’em a run fer their money.
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“Explain, George.”
“Well … when we were in our first year, Harry — young, carefree, and innocent —”
Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.
“— well, more innocent than we are now — we got into a spot of bother with Filch.”
“We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason —”
“So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual —”
“— detention —”
“— disembowelment —”
“— and we couldn’t help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.”
“Don’t tell me —” said Harry, starting to grin.
“Well, what would you’ve done?” said Fred.

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  And then he heard it again. … Someone was screaming, screaming inside his head … a woman …
  “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”
  “Stand aside, you silly girl … stand aside, now. …”
  “Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead —”
  Numbing, swirling white mist was filling Harry’s brain. … What was he doing? Why was he flying? He needed to help her. … She was going to die. … She was going to be murdered. …
  He was falling, falling through the icy mist.
  “Not Harry! Please … have mercy … have mercy. …”
  A shrill voice was laughing, the woman was screaming, and Harry knew no more.

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Did someone get my Nimbus?”
Ron and Hermione looked quickly at each other.
“Er —”
“What?” said Harry, looking from one to the other.
“Well … when you fell off, it got blown away,” said Hermione hesitantly.
“And?”
“And it hit — it hit — oh, Harry — it hit the Whomping Willow.”
Harry’s insides lurched. The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that stood alone in the middle of the grounds.
“And?” he said, dreading the answer.
“Well, you know the Whomping Willow,” said Ron. “It — it doesn’t like being hit.
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