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"YOU HAVEN'T!" Harry yelled. "YOUVE GOT THE WRONG MAN!"
"Headmaster!" sputtered Madam Pomfrey. "They need treatment, they need rest --"
The exam results came out on the last day of term. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had passed every subject. Harry was amazed that he had got through Potions. He had a shrewd suspicion that Dumbledore might have stepped in to stop Snape failing him on purpose. Snape's behavior toward Harry over the past week had been quite alarming. Harry wouldn't have thought it possible that Snape's dislike for him could increase, but it certainly had. A muscle twitched unpleasantly at the corner of Snape's thin mouth every time he looked at Harry, and he was constantly flexing his fingers, as though itching to place them around Harry's throat.
Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Un cle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He'd been talk ing of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company made drills).
"Ready?" she said breathlessly.
Mr. Weasley took a long gulp of tea and sighed.
And laughing like a maniac, he dragged Harry back upstairs.
If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me.
"Harry, come here," she said urgently. "Quick!"
"Gone! Gone! Bless his little beak, he's gone! Musta pulled himself free! Beaky, yeh clever boy!"
"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" said Hermione sadly.
Pettigrew opened his mouth and closed it several times. He seemed to have lost the ability to talk.
And then it hit him -- he understood. He hadn't seen his father -- he had seen himself --
"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir ... it is difficult, sir ... Dobby wonders where to begin . . . ."