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Hermione waited outside the curtain drawn around Harry's bed while Ron helped him into his pajamas. It took a while to stuff the rubbery, boneless arm into a sleeve.
"One - two - three -"
"I wish I knew who it is," said Malfoy petulantly. "I could help them."
"The potion will be useless without Crabbe's and Goyle's hair," she said sternly. "You do want to investigate Malfoy, don't you?"
"Excuse me," said Ron, hurrying up to her. "We've forgotten the way to our common room."
"Oh, that's what you said to it?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you."
The three of them stared into the cauldron. Close up, the potion looked like thick, dark mud, bubbling sluggishly.
He paused, gazed blearily around the room, and continued.
He tried to sit up, but the pain was terrible. He heard a familiar clicking noise nearby.
"Come on, Rubeus," said Riddle, moving yet closer. "The dead girl's parents will be here tomorrow. The least Hogwarts can do is make sure that the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered ......
The contents of Harry's trunk had been thrown everywhere. His cloak lay ripped on the floor. The bedclothes had been pulled off his four-poster and the drawer had been pulled out of his bedside cabinet, the contents strewn over the mattress.
But his cheerful mood didn't last long. At the top of the stairs to the dormitory, he met Neville Longbottom, who was looking frantic.
Harry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned but very stiff. He sat up quickly and looked over at Colin's bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtains Harry had changed behind yesterday. Seeing that he was awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray and then began bending and stretching his arm and fingers.