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Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can't see where it keeps its brain.
"Wow!" said Ron, looking very impressed, "you've learned to Apparate!"
Harry's jaw dropped. She was holding out his Firebolt, and it looked as magnificent as ever.
As Harry was helping himself to roast potatoes, the doors of the Great Hall opened again. It was Professor Trelawney, gliding toward them as though on wheels. She had put on a green sequined dress in honor of the occasion, making her look more than ever like a glittering, oversized dragonfly.
A beam of light fell across the grass, hit the bottom of a tree, and illuminated its branches; there, crouching among the budding leaves, was Crookshanks.
"Where's Professor Lupin?" he said.
"No Way, Ravenclaw is too good. But if Slytherin loses against Hufflepuff..."
Harry stopped dead, his heart banging against his ribs.
"Ron, what --?"
Because Harry knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. He had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while he lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling. When the dementors approached him, he heard the last moments of his mother's life, her attempts to protect him, Harry, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort's laughter before he murdered her.... Harry dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake to dwell again on his mother's voice.
"Hagrid!" called Harry, thumping the door. "Hagrid, are you in there.
He handed them to her, and as the team watched in amazement, Hermione tapped them with her wand and said, "Impervius!"
"Harry, you -- you look terrible."
Harry thought hard and decided his feelings when Gryffindor had won the House Championship last year had definitely qualified as very happy. He gripped his wand tightly again and took up his position in the middle of the classroom.