Was standing there beside the sinks, still wrestling with Mrs. Cattermole.

“Reg, I don’t understand –“

“Let go, I’m not your husband, you’ve got to go home!”

There was a noise in the cubicle behind them; Harry looked around; Yaxley had

Just appeared.

“LET’S GO!” Harry yelled. He seized Hermione by the hand and Ron by the arm

And turned on the stop.

Darkness engulfed them, along with the sensation of compressing hands, but

something was wrong…. Hermione’s hand seemed to be sliding out of his grip….

He wondered whether he was going to suffocate; he could not breathe or see and

the only solid things in the world were Ron’s arm and Hermione’s fingers, which were

slowly slipping away….

And then he saw the door to number twelve, Grimmauld Place, with its serpent

Door knocker, but before he could draw breath, there was a scream and a flash of purple

light: Hermione’s hand was suddenly vicelike upon his and everything went dark again.

The Thief

Harry opened his eyes and was dazzled by gold and green; he had no idea what

Had happened, he only knew that he was lying on what seemed to be leaves and twigs.

Struggling to draw breath into lungs that felt flattened, he blinked and realized that the

Gaudy glare was sunlight streaming through a canopy of leaves far above him. Then an

Object twitched close to his face. He pushed himself onto his hands and knees, ready to

face some small, fierce creature, but saw that the object was Ron’s foot. Looking around,

Harry saw that they and Hermione were lying on a forest floor, apparently alone.

Harry’s first thought was of the Forbidden Forest, and for a moment, even though

He knew how foolish and dangerous it would be for them to appear in the grounds of

Hogwarts, his heart leapt at the thought of sneaking through the trees to Hagrid’s hut.

However, in the few moments it took for Ron to give a low groan and Harry to start

Crawling toward him, he realized that this was not the Forbidden Forest; The trees looked

Younger, they were more widely spaced, the ground clearer.

He met Hermione, also on her hands and knees, at Ron’s head. The moment his

eyes fell upon Ron, all other concerns fled Harry’s mind, for blood drenched the whole of

Ron’s left side and his face stood out, grayish-white, against the leaf-strewn earth. The

Polyjuice Potion was wearing off now: Ron was halfway between Cattermole and himself

In appearance, his hair turning redder and redder as his face drained of the little color it

Had left.

“What’s happened to him?”

“Splinched,” said Hermione, her fingers already busy at Ron’s sleeve, where the

Blood was wettest and darkest.

Harry watched, horrified, as she tore open Ron’s short. He had always thought of

Splinching as something comical, but this . . . His insides crawled unpleasantly as

Hermione laid bare Ron’s upper arm, where a great chunk of flesh was missing, scooped

Cleanly away as though by a knife.

“Harry, quickly, in my bag, there’s a small bottle labeled ‘Essence of Dittany’– “

“Bag – right –“

Harry sped to the place where Hermione had landed, seized the tiny beaded bag,

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