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They followed him to the door into his back garden. Harry felt strangely unreal, and even more so when he saw Buckbeak a few yards away, tethered to a tree behind Hagrid's Pumpkin patch. Buckbeak seemed to know something was happening. He turned his sharp head from side to side and pawed the ground nervously.
No one in Gryffindor Tower slept that night. They knew that the castle was being searched again, and the whole House stayed awake in the common room, waiting to hear whether Black had been caught. Professor McGonagall came back at dawn, to tell them that he had again escaped.
"You killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady.
"Ron -- come on back under the cloak --" Hermione panted. "Dumbledore the Minister -- they'll be coming back out in a minute --"
Ravenclaw was pulling back; they had now scored three goals, which put Gryffindor only fifty points ahead -- if Cho got the Snitch before him, Ravenclaw would win. Harry dropped lower, narrowly avoiding a Ravenclaw Chaser, scanning the field frantically -- a glint of gold, a flutter of tiny wings -- the Snitch was circling the Gryffindor goal post --
Lupin looked up and, by the merest half-glance in Harry's direction, warned him not to interrupt.
It was Snape. He approached Harry at a swift walk, his black robes swishing, then stopped in front of him.
Flushed with his success, Harry hung around to watch Ron and Hermione. Ron did very well until he reached the hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming.
THE QUIDDITCH FINAL
"Didn't you ever hear, Ron?" said Lupin. "The biggest bit of Peter they found was his finger."
Harry's brain seemed to be sagging under the weight of what he was hearing. It was absurd... and yet...
"There's still the appeal!" said Ron fiercely. "Don't give up Yet, we're working on it!"
"Ron!" Harry hissed. "Ron! Wake up!"
At that moment, there was a creak overhead. Something had Moved upstairs. Both of them looked up at the ceiling. Hermione's grip on Harry's arm was so tight he was losing feeling in-his fingers. He raised his eyebrows at her; she nodded again and let go.
"How -- could -- they?" she choked. "How could they?"