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"Oh -Ron and Hermione brought me some back from Hogsmeade," Harry lied quickly.
With many bitter sidelong looks and some sullen muttering, the class opened their books.
"An' them dementors make me feel ruddy terrible an' all," said Hagrid, with a sudden shudder. "Gotta walk past 'em ev'ry time I want a drink in the Three Broomsticks. 'S like bein' back in Azkaban --"
"What -- they kill --?"
A long silence followed Hagrid's story. Then Madam Rosmerta said with some satisfaction, "But he didn't manage to disappear, did he? The Ministry of Magic caught up with him next day!"
At least a hundred dementors, their hidden faces pointing up at him, were standing beneath him. It was as though freezing water were rising in his chest, cutting at his insides. And then he heard it again.... Someone was screaming, screaming inside his head... a woman...
"-- so obviously, the Malfoys knew Black was working for Voldemort --"
Scariest... the scariest thing... hooded black figures... cold ... screaming...
"Anyway, we know it by heart," said George. "We bequeath it to you. We don't really need it anymore."
"All the same," demurred Fudge, "they are here to protect you all from something much worse.... We all know what Black's capable of..."
"What did you do?" said Hermione, looking anxious. "Did you get any work done?"
"That was my dad's, though," said Harry. "Dumbledore was just Passing it on to me. He wouldn't spend hundreds of Galleons on me. He can't go giving students stuff like this --"
"Are you going to report me?" Harry asked her, grinning.
"Come on!" he growled at his Nimbus as the rain whipped his face. 'Taster!"
"Yes," said Harry. He hesitated, and then the question he had to ask burst from him before he could stop himself." Why? Why do they affect me like that? Am I just --?"