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It took them nearly ten minutes to catch Scabbers, who had taken refuge under a wastepaper bin outside Quality Quidditch Supplies. Ron stuffed the trembling rat back into his pocket and straightened up, massaging his head.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined the Gryffindors streaming up the marble staircase and, very tired now, along more corridors, UP more and more stairs, to the hidden entrance to Gryffindor Tower's large portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress asked them, "Password?"
Without warning, twelve-foot wings flapped open on either side of Harry, he just had time to seize the hippogriff around the neck before he was soaring upward. It was nothing like a broomstick, and Harry knew which one he preferred; the hippogriff's wings beat uncomfortably on either side of him, catching him under his legs and making him feel he was about to be thrown off; the glossy feathers slipped under his fingers and he didn't dare get a stronger grip; instead of the smooth action of his Nimbus Two Thousand, he now felt himself rocking backward and forward as the hindquarters of the hippogriff rose and fell with its wings.
"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," snarled Ron.
No one seemed to want to. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, approached the fence cautiously.
"Yo u want to set a better example for your sister!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
"We must be nearly there," said Ron, leaning forward to look past Professor Lupin at the now completely black window.
"The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly enemy."
They were taking the news worse than Harry had expected. Both Ron and Hermione seemed to be much more frightened of Black than he was.
And he ran, clanking loudly, into the left side of the frame and out of sight.
"Hello, Percy," said Harry, trying not to laugh.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you --"
Someone was slapping his face.
"So," said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and beaming around, "if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer --"
"Sit, my children, sit," she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same round table.