The Dementor

           TomwokeHarrythenextmorningwithhisusualtoothlessgrinandacupoftea.HarrygotdressedandwasjustpersuadingadisgruntledHedwigtogetbackintohercagewhenRonbangedhiswayintotheroom,pullingasweatshirtoverhisheadandlookingirritable.

           "Thesoonerwegetonthetrain,thebetter,"hesaid."AtleastIcangetawayfromPercyatHogwarts.Nowhe’saccusingmeofdrippingteaonhisphotoofPenelopeClearwater.Youknow,"Rongrimaced,"hisgirlfriend.She’shiddenherfaceundertheframebecausehernosehasgoneallblotchy..."

           "I’vegotsomethingtotellyou,"Harrybegan,buttheywereinterruptedbyFredandGeorge,whohadlookedintocongratulateRononinfuriatingPercyagain.

           Theyheadeddowntobreakfast,whereMr.WeasleywasreadingthefrontpageoftheDailyProphetwithafurrowedbrowandMrs.WeasleywastellingHermioneandGinnyaboutalovepotionshe’dmadeasayounggirl.Allthreeofthemwererathergiggly.

           "Whatwereyousaying?"RonaskedHarryastheysatdown.

           "Later,"HarrymutteredasPercystormedin.

           HarryhadnochancetospeaktoRonorHermioneinthechaosofleaving;theyweretoobusyheavingalltheirtrunksdowntheLeakyCauldron’snarrowstaircaseandpilingthemupnearthedoor,withHedwigandHermes,Percy’sscreechowl,perchedontopintheircages.Asmallwickerworkbasketstoodbesidetheheapoftrunks,spittingloudly.