 


"Buckbeaks case against the Committee fer the Disposal o' Dangerous 
Creatures," said Hagrid. "This Friday. Him an' me'll be goin' down ter 
London together. I've booked two beds on the Knight Bus...." 


Harry felt a nasty pang of guilt. He had completely forgotten that 
Buckbeak's trial was so near, and judging by the uneasy look on Ron's 
face, he had too. They had also forgotten their promise about helping 
him prepare Buckbeak's defense; the arrival of the Firebolt had driven 
it clean out of their minds. 


Hagrid poured them tea and offered them a plate of Bath buns but they 
knew better than to accept; they had had too much experience with 
Hagrid's cooking. 


I got somethin' ter discuss with you two," said Hagrid, sitting himself 
between them and looking uncharacteristically serious. 


"What?" said Harry. 


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"Hermione," said Hagrid. 

"What about her?" said Ron. 

"She's in a righ' state, that's what. She's bin comin' down ter visit me 
a lot since Chris'mas. Bin feelin' lonely. Firs' yeh weren' talking to 
her because o' the Firebolt, now yer not talkin' to her because her cat 
--" 

"-- ate Scabbers!" Ron interjected angrily. 

"Because her cat acted like all cats do," Hagrid continued doggedly. 
"She's cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin' through a rough time at 
the moment. Bitten off more'n she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work 
she's tryin' ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeak's case, 
mind.... She's found some really good stuff fer me... reckon he'll stand 
a good chance now..." 

"Hagrid, we should've helped as well -- sorry --" Harry began awkwardly. 

"I'm not blamin' yeh!" said Hagrid, waving Harry's apology aside. "Gawd 
knows yeh've had enough ter be gettin' on with. I've seen yeh practicin' 
Quidditch ev'ry hour o' the day an' night -- but I gotta tell yeh, I 
thought you two'd value yer friend more'n broomsticks or rats. Tha's 
all." 

Harry and Ron exchanged uncomfortable looks. 

"Really upset, she was, when Black nearly stabbed yeh, Ron. She's got 
her heart in the right place, Hermione has, an' you two not talkin' to 
her --" 

"If she'd just get rid of that cat, I'd speak to her again!" Ron said 
angrily. "But she's still sticking up for it! It's a maniac, and she 
won't hear a word against it!" 

"Ah, well, people can be a bit stupid abou' their pets," said Hagrid 
wisely. Behind him, Buckbeak spat a few ferret bones onto Hagrid's 
pillow. 

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They spent the rest of their visit discussing Gryffindor's improved 
chances for the Quidditch Cup. At nine o'clock, Hagrid walked them back 
up to the castle. 

A large group of people was bunched around the bulletin board when they 
returned to the common room. 

"Hogsmeade, next weekend!" said Ron, craning over the heads to read the 
new notice. "What d'you reckon?" he added quietly to Harry as they went 
to sit down. 

"Well, Filch hasn't done anything about the passage into Honeydukes...." 
Harry said, even more quietly. 

"Harry!" said a voice in his right ear. Harry started and looked around 
at Hermione, who was sitting at the table right behind them and clearing 
a space in the wall of books that had been hiding her. 

"Harry, if you go into Hogsmeade again... I'll tell Professor McGonagall 
about that map!" said Hermione. 

"Can you hear someone talking, Harry?" growled Ron, not looking at 
Hermione. 

"Ron, how can you let him go with you? After what Sirius Black nearly 
did to you! I mean it, I'll tell --" 

"So now you're trying to get Harry expelled!" said Ron furiously. 
"Haven't you done enough damage this year?" 

Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but with a soft hiss, Crookshanks 
leapt onto her lap. Hermione took one frightened look at the expression 
on Ron's face, gathered up Crookshanks, and hurried away toward the 
girls' dormitories. 

"So how about it?" Ron said to Harry as though there had been no 
interruption. "Come on, last time we went you didn't see anything. You 
haven't even been inside Zonko's yet!" 

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Harry looked around to check that Hermione was well out of earshot. 

"Okay," he said. "But I'm taking the Invisibility Cloak this time." 

On Saturday morning, Harry packed his Invisibility Cloak in his bag, 
slipped the Marauder's Map into his pocket, and went down to breakfast 
with everyone else. Hermione kept shooting suspicious looks down the 
table at him, but he avoided her eye and was careful to let her see him 
walking back up the marble staircase in the entrance hall as everybody 
else proceeded to the front doors. 

"'Bye!" Harry called to Ron. "See you when you get back!" 

Ron grinned and winked. 

Harry hurried up to the third floor, slipping the Marauder's Map out of 
his pocket as he went. Crouching behind the one-eyed witch, he smoothed 
it out. A tiny dot was moving in his direction. Harry squinted at it. 
The minuscule writing next to it read Neville Longbottom. 

Harry quickly pulled out his wand, muttered, "Dissendium!" and shoved 
his bag into the statue, but before he could climb in himself, Neville 
came around the corner. 

"Harry! I forgot you weren't going to Hogsmeade either!" 

"Hi, Neville," said Harry, moving swiftly away from the statue and 
pushing the map back into his pocket. "What are you up to?" 

"Nothing," shrugged Neville. "Want a game of Exploding Snap?" 

"Er -- not now -- I was going to go to the library and do that vampire 
essay for Lupin --" 

"I'll come with you!" said Neville brightly. I haven't done it either!" 

"Er -- hang on -- yeah, I forgot, I finished it last night!" 

"Great, you can help me!" said Neville, his round face anxious. "I don't 
understand that thing about the garlic at all -- do they have to eat it, 

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or --" 

He broke off with a small gasp, looking over Harry's shoulder. 

It was Snape. Neville took a quick step behind Harry. 

"And what are you two doing here?" said Snape, coming to a halt and 
looking from one to the other. "An odd place to meet --" 

To Harry's immense disquiet, Snape's black eyes flicked to the doorways 
on either side of them, and then to the one-eyed witch. 

"We're not -- meeting here," said Harry. "We just -- met here." 

"Indeed?" said Snape. "You have a habit of turning up in unexpected 
places, Potter, and you are very rarely there for no good reason.... I 
suggest the pair of you return to Gryffindor Tower, where you belong." 

Harry and Neville set off without another word. As they turned the 
corner, Harry looked back. Snape was running one of his hands over the 
one-eyed witch's head, examining it closely. 

Harry managed to shake Neville off at the Fat Lady by telling him the 
password, then pretending he'd left his vampire essay in the library and 
doubling back. Once out of sight of the security trolls, he pulled out 
the map again and held it close to his nose. 

The third floor corridor seemed to be deserted. Harry scanned the map 
carefully and saw, with a leap of relief, that the tiny dot labeled 
Severus Snape was now back in its office. 

He sprinted back to the one-eyed witch, opened her hump, heaved himself 
inside, and slid down to meet his bag at the bottom of the stone chute. 
He wiped the Marauder's Map blank again, then set off at a run. 

Harry, completely hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, emerged into 
the sunlight outside Honeydukes and prodded Ron in the back. 

It's me," he muttered. 

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"What kept you?" Ron hissed. 

"Snape was hanging around." 

They set off up the High Street. 

"Where are you?" Ron kept muttering out of the corner of his mouth. "Are 
you still there? This feels weird...." 

They went to the post office; Ron pretended to be checking the price of 
an owl to Bill in Egypt so that Harry could have a good look around. The 
owls sat hooting softly down at him, at least three hundred of them; 
from Great Grays right down to tiny little Scops owls ("Local Deliveries 
Only"), which were so small they could have sat in the palm of Harry's 
hand. 

Then they visited Zonko's, which was so packed with students Harry had 
to exercise great care not to tread on anyone and cause a panic. There 
were jokes and tricks to fulfill even Fred's and George's wildest 
dreams; Harry gave Ron whispered orders and passed him some gold from 
under the cloak. They left Zonko's with their money bags considerably 
lighter than they had been on entering, but their pockets bulging with 
Dungbombs, Hiccup Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, and a Nose-Biting Teacup 
apiece. 

The day was fine and breezy, and neither of them felt like staying 
indoors, so they walked past the Three Broomsticks and climbed a slope 
to visit the Shrieking Shack, the most haunted dwelling in Britain. It 
stood a little way above the rest of the village, and even in daylight 
was slightly creepy, with its boarded windows and dank overgrown garden. 

"Even the Hogwarts ghosts avoid it," said Ron as they leaned on the 
fence, looking up at it. "I asked Nearly Headless Nick... he says he's 
heard a very rough crowd lives here. No one can get in. Fred and George 
tried, obviously, but all the entrances are sealed shut...." 

Harry, feeling hot from their climb, was just considering taking off the 
cloak for a few minutes when they heard voices nearby. Someone was 
climbing toward the house from the other side of the hill; moments 
later, Malfoy had appeared, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy 

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was speaking. 

"... should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the 
hearing to tell them about my arm... about how I couldn't use it for 
three months...." 

Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. 

"I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying to defend 
himself... 'There's n