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Dobby bowed his head.
could just see Malfoy strutting around a large manor house. Sending the family servant to stop Harry from going back to Hogwarts also sounded exactly like the sort of thing Malfoy would do. Had Harry been stupid to take Dobby seriously?
"No, Minister... by the time I had come 'round they were heading back to their positions at the entrances...."
"Oh, my --" Hermione gasped. "He didn't take his potion tonight! He's not safe!"
"Get your filthy hands off it," Harry snarled under his breath. "Shh!"
He looked at Harry, who did not look away.
"I-Tarry Potter is humble and modest," said Dobby reverently, his orb- like eyes aglow. "Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named -"
"I expect they've just been - wait a minute," said Harry, frowning. "How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"
"And two of us should be chained to this," said Black, nudging Pettigrew with his toe. "Just to make sure."
"He's back!" said George. "Dad's home!"
"Well done. I think --" He listened intently for any sound within the hospital wing. "Yes, I think you've gone too -- get inside -- I'll lock you in --"
She broke off, still listening intently.
There was a swishing noise, and the thud of an axe. The executioner seemed to have swung it into the fence in anger. And then came the howling, and this time they could hear Hagrid's words through his sobs.
"Oh, he is marvelous," she said. "He knows his household pests, all right, it's a wonderful book . . . ."
But as his trembling fingertips stretched toward the creature, it vanished.
Safe in the shadows of the trees, Harry turned around; seconds later, Hermione arrived beside him, panting.
"I know what day it is," Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.
"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"
and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous ... but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly.
A shadow fell across them and they looked 'tip to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at them.