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Harry's insides lurched. The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that stood alone in the middle of the grounds.
Wood broke off, looking awkward.
The hinkypunk made a horrible squelching noise against the glass.
"What d'you think Harry's going to do with it -- sweep the floor?" said Ron.
"It all depends on the points -- a margin of a hundred either way."
"Nothing -- I mean, I just knew they were friends at Hogwarts too...."
"You made that dementor on the train back off," said Harry suddenly.
Harry glanced sideways at Ron and Hermione. Both of them had their eyes open too, reflecting the starry ceiling.
"Okay," said Harry. He took a bite of the chocolate and watched Lupin extinguishing the lamps that had rekindled with the disappearance of the dementor. A thought had just occurred to him.
"I've not bin meself lately," said Hagrid, stroking Fang with one hand and mopping his face with the other. "Worried abou' Buckbeak, an' no one likin' me classes --"
Next he saw another pair of feet, wearing sparkly turquoise high heels, and heard a woman's voice. "A small gillywater --"
"Because I thought -- and Professor McGonagall agrees with me -- that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!"
They drank the butterbeer in silence, until Harry voiced something he'd been wondering for a while.
Harry suddenly realized that there were tears on his face mingling with the sweat. He bent his face as low as possible, wiping them off on his robes, pretending to do up his shoelace, so that Lupin wouldn't see.
"Had a good Christmas?" he said, and then, without waiting for an answer, he sat down, lowered his voice, and said, "I've been, doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After last match, you know. If the dementors come to the next one... I mean... we can't afford you to -- well --"