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"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."
"What's under a dementor's hood?"
Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.
"All the same," demurred Fudge, "they are here to protect you all from something much worse.... We all know what Black's capable of..."
"There's nothing you can do!" said Hermione, looking stricken. "The dementors will catch Black and he'll go back to Azkaban and -- and serve him right!"
"Expecto patronum, " Harry repeated under his breath, "expecto patronum."
He stood up, crammed the last bit of chocolate into his mouth, and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
"He'd have a job spotting Harry in this," said Ron, nodding through the mullioned windows at the thick, swirling snow. "Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas. Harry deserves a break."
"Merry Christmas!" he said happily, raising his tankard.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin. I --"
"Disguised himself, probably," said a Hufflepuff fifth year. "He could've flown in," suggested Dean Thomas.
"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life."
Hermione peered around the classroom door.
"What was the point waking me up?" the Fat Lady called grumpily after him as he walked away.
After ten minutes or so, during which the Firebolt was Passed around and admired from every angle, the crowd dispersed and Harry and Ron had a clear view of Hermione, the only person who hadn't rushed over to them, bent over her work and carefully avoiding their eyes. Harry and Ron approached her table and at last, she looked up.