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Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry and I in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. We didn't argue or complain, but we also wouldn't let her throw away the shattered remnants of our Nimbus Two Thousands.
We both had a stream of visitors, all intent on cheering us up. Hagrid sent a bunch of earwiggy flowers that looked like yellow cabbages, and Ginny Weasley, blushing furiously, turned up with a get-well card she had made herself, which sang shrilly unless Harry kept it shut under his bowl of fruit. If things had been different between us lately, I would have teased him about it. The Gryffindor team visited again on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Wood, who told Harry (in a hollow, dead sort of voice) that he didn't blame him in the slightest. Ron and Hermione left our bedsides only at night. But nothing anyone said or did could make us feel any better, because they knew only half of what was troubling us.
Neither of us had told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron and Hermione, because we knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. I wasn't as worried but Harry didn't want them knowing since for him, it had appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, he had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, fallen fifty feet from his broomstick. He worried the Grim was going to haunt him until he actually died. I thought he was overreacting just a bit but then there were the dementors.
I felt sick and humiliated every time I thought of them. Everyone said the dementors were horrible, but no one but Harry and I collapsed every time they went near one. No one else heard echoes in their head of their dying mother.
Because I knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. I had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while I lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling. When the dementors approached me, I heard the last moments of my mother's life, her attempts to protect me from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort's laughter before he murdered her...
I dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake to dwell again on my mother's voice. I could tell Harry wasn't faring any better but he'd made it clear he didn't want my help.
It was a relief to return to the noise and bustle of the main school on Monday, where I was forced to think about other things. Draco had spent much of our next Potions class doing dementor imitations across the dungeon at Harry; till Ron finally cracked and flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at Draco, which hit him in the face and caused Snape to take fifty points from Gryffindor.
"If Snape's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'm skiving off," said Ron as they headed toward Lupin's classroom after lunch. "Check who's in there, Hermione."
Hermione peered around the classroom door.
Professor Lupin was back at work. It certainly looked as though he had been ill. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were dark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as we took our seats, and many burst at once into an explosion of complaints about Snape's behavior while Lupin had been ill.
"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"
"We don't know anything about werewolves—"
"—two rolls of parchment!"
"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Lupin asked, frowning slightly.
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