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He pulled Harry's wand from his pocket and began to trace it through the air, writing three shimmering words:
Rods jaw had dropped.
Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.
"What d'you mean, I won't be -?"
Riddle opened his mouth, but froze.
"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then."
There was a very pregnant pause,
"She's still alive," said Riddle. "But only just."
Even as he reached for his wand, Harry knew it was no good, there were too many of them, but as he tried to stand, ready to die fighting, a loud, long note sounded, and a blaze of light flamed through the hollow.
"What now?" Ron's voice said, sounding desperate. "We can't get through - it'll take ages ......
"Do you think it's Malfoy, Harry?" Ernie asked.
Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
But Harry was only half-listening. He didn't seem to be able to get rid of the picture of Hermione, lying on the hospital bed as though carved out of stone. And if the culprit wasn't caught soon, he was looking at a lifetime back with the Dursleys. Tom Riddle had turned Hagrid in because he was faced with the prospect of a Muggle orphanage if the school closed. Harry now knew exactly how he had felt.
Harry had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this. Everybody was in their pajamas, and the celebration lasted all night. Harry didn't know whether the best bit was Hermione running toward him, screaming "You solved it! You solved it!" or Justin hurrying over from the Hufflepuff table to wring. his hand and apologize endlessly for suspecting him, or Hagrid turning up at half past three, cuffing Harry and Ron so hard on the shoulders that they were knocked into their plates of trifle, or his and Ron's four hundred points for Gryffindor securing the House Cup for the second year running, or Professor McGonagall standing up to;