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"Professor Snape was at school with us. He fought very hard against my appointment to the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. He has been telling Dumbledore A year that I am not to be trusted. He has his reasons... you see, Sirius here played a trick on him which nearly killed him, a trick which involved me --"
He had forgotten about magic -- he had forgotten that he was short and skinny and thirteen, whereas Black was a tall, full-grown man -- all Harry knew was that he wanted to hurt Black as badly as he could and that he didn't care how much he got hurt in return --
Professor McGonagall was back. She slammed the portrait behind her as she entered the common room and stared furiously around.
They passed the security trolls, gave the Fat Lady the password ("Flibbertigibbet"), and scrambled through the portrait hole into the common room.
Then, out of nowhere, something hit Harry so hard across the face he was knocked off his feet again. He heard Hermione shriek with pain and fall too.
"Harry," she whispered, "I think we're in the Shrieking Shack."
Harry took it. The parchment was damp, and enormous teardrops had smudged the ink so badly in places that it was very difficult to read.
Harry thought he heard the dormitory door slam. At last finding the divide in his curtains, he ripped them back, and at the same moment, Dean Thomas lit his lamp.
He separated Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's wands and threw each back to its owner; Harry caught his, stunned.
Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking.
"Hagrid, we should've helped as well -- sorry --" Harry began awkwardly.
"Did you even come to the match?" he asked her.
It was the photograph of Ron and his family that had appeared in the Daily Prophet the previous summer, and there, on Ron's shoulder, was Scabbers.
"Excellent, are we carrying on?" said Fred Weasley brightly.
"SHE SCORES! SHE SCORES! Gryffindor leads by eighty Points to twenty!"