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"Ready?" said Lupin, who looked as though he were doing this against his better judgment. "Concentrating hard? All right -- go!"
"I didn't think of Voldemort," said Harry honestly. "I -- I remembered those dementors."
"Very good," said Lupin, smiling. "Right, then -- ready to try it on a dementor?"
"What d'you mean, he was away?" said Harry. "He was ill when I was playing in that match."
They had a very enjoyable lesson. Professor Lupin had brought along a glass box containing a hinkypunk, a little one-legged creature who looked as though he were made of wisps of smoke, rather frail and harmless looking.
"I know," said Ron, controlling himself, "I know who it could've been -- Lupin!"
He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
The screaming inside Harry's head had started again -- except this time, it sounded as though it were coming from a badly tuned radio -- softer and louder and softer again -- and he could still see the dementor -- it had halted -- and then a huge, silver shadow came bursting out of the end of Harry's wand, to hover between him and the dementor, and though Harry's legs felt like water, he was still on his feet -- though for how much longer, he wasn't sure --
"I would have thought that was obvious, Harry," he said, sounding surprised.
Fang the boarhound came timidly out from under the table and laid his head on Hagrid's knee.
It was a Firebolt, identical to the dream broom Harry had gone to see every day in Diagon Alley. Its handle glittered as he picked it up. He could feel it vibrating and let go; it hung in midair, unsupported, at exactly the right height for him to mount it. His eyes moved from the golden registration number at the top of the handle, right down to the perfectly smooth, streamlined birch twigs that made up the tail.
"It's what my mum does whenever someone's upset," Ron muttered, shrugging.
Resigned to the fact that he would be the only third year staying behind again, Harry borrowed a copy of Which Broomstick from Wood, and decided to spend the day reading up on the different makes. He had been riding one of the school brooms at team practice, an ancient Shooting Star, which was very slow and jerky; he definitely needed a new broom of his own.
"Not Harry! Please... have mercy... have mercy....