ach through the ages back,
to take his mind off his omorrow. why should he be
afraid of siold ron and hermione he was going
to ask snape if he could have it.
”better you thaogether, but harry had an idea
that snape wouldhere were other teachers listening.
he made his way dowaffroom ahere was
no answer. he kno. nothing.
perhaps s the book i was worth a try. he
pushed the door ajar and peered inside -- and a horrible se met
his eyes.
snape and filside, alone. snape was holding his robes
above his knees. one of his legs was bloody and mangled. filch was
handing snape bandages.
”blasted thing*,” snape was saying. ”how are you supposed to
keep your eyes on all three heads at once?”
harry tried to shut the door quietly, but --
”potter!”
snapes face ith fury as he dropped his robes
quickly to hide his leg. harry gulped.
”i just wondered if i could have my book back.”
”get out! out!”
harry left, before sake as from
gryffied back upstairs.
”did you get it?” ron asked as harry jois
the matter?”
in a low whisper, harry told them what hed seen.
”you know what this means?” he fihlessly. ”he tried
to get past that three-headed dog at halloween! thats where he was
going him -- hes after whatever its guarding! and id
bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to make a diversion!”
hermiones eyes were wide.
”no -- he wouldnt, she said. ”i know hes not very nice,
but he wouldnt try ahing dumbledore ing safe.”
”holy, hermiohink all teachers are saints or
something,” snapped ron. ”im with harry. i wouldnt put anything
past s whats he after? whats that d?”
harry weh his head buzzing with the same