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Nearly Headless Nick looked surprised and a little offended.

"The Gray Lady, of course; but if it is ghostly services you require -?"

"It's got to be her - d'you know where she is?"

"Let's see..."

Nick's head wobbled a little on his ruff as he turned hither and thither, peering

Over the heads of the swarming students.

"That's her over there, Harry, the young woman with the long hair."

Harry looked in the direction of Nick's transparent, pointing finger and saw a tall

Ghost who caught sight of Harry looking at her, raised her eyebrows, and drifted away

Through a solid wall.

Harry ran after her. Once through the door of the corridor into which she had

Disappeared, he saw her at the very end of the passage, still gliding smoothly away from

Him.

"hey - wait - come back!"

She consented to pause, floating a few inches from the ground. Harry supposed

That she was beautiful, with her waist-length hair and floor-length cloak, but she also

Looked haughty and proud. Close in, he recognized her as a ghost he had passed several

Times in the corridor, but to whom he had never spoken.

"You're the Gray Lady?"

She nodded but did not speak.

"The ghost of Ravenclaw Tower?"

"That is correct."

Her tone was not encouraging.

"Please, I need some help. I need to know anything you can tell me about the lost

diadem."

A cold smile curved her lips.

"I am afraid," she said, turning to leave, "that I cannot help you."

"WAIT!"

He had not meant to shout, but anger and panic were threatening to overwhelm

Him. He glanced at his watch as she hovered in front of him. It was a quarter to midnight.

"This is urgent." he said fiercely. "If that diadem's at Hogwarts, I've got to find it,

fast."

"You are hardly the first student to covet the diadem." she said disdainfully.

"Generations of students have badgered me -"

"This isn't about trying to get better marks!" Harry shouted at her, "It's about

Voldemort - defeating Voldemort - or aren't you interested in that?"

She could not blush, but her transparent cheeks became more opaque, and her

voice was heated as she replied, "Of course I - how dare you suggest -?"

"Well, help me then!"

Her composure was slipping.

"It - it is not a question of -" she stammered. My mother's diadem -"

"Your mother's?"

She looked angry with herself.

"When I lived," she said stiffly, "I was Helena Ravenclaw."

"You're her daughter? But then, you must know what happed to it."

"While the diadem bestows wisdom," she said with an obvious effort to pull

herself together, "I doubt that it would greatly increase you chances of defeating the



wizard who calls himself Lord -"

Haven't I told you, I'm not interested in wearing it!" Harry said fiercely. "There's

No time to explain - but if you care about Hogwarts, if you want to see Voldemort

finished, you've got to tell me anything you know about the diadem!"

She remained quite still, floating in midair, staring down at him, and a sense of

Hopelessness engulfed Harry. Of course, if she had known anything, she would have told


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