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There was a ringing silence. Everyone's eyes were now on Lupin, who looked remarkably calm, though rather pale.
Hagrid's note was dry this time, no tears had splattered it, yet his hand seemed to have shaken so much as he wrote that it was hardly legible.
He grabbed the struggling rat and held him up to the light. Scabbers looked dreadful. He was thinner than ever, large tufts of hair had fallen out leaving wide bald patches, and he writhed in Ron's hands as though desperate to free himself
"Come on," said Ron, whose teeth seemed to be chattering.
But there was a mad glint in Snape's eyes that Harry had never seen before. He seemed beyond reason.
"You sure you weren't dreaming, Ron?" said Dean.
His hand moved toward the fire.
"But how did that help you?" said Hermione, sounding puzzled.
The fingers tightened, Harry choked, his glasses askew.
"What?" said Ron. "What's Scabbers got to do with it?"
At that moment, there was a creak overhead. Something had Moved upstairs. Both of them looked up at the ceiling. Hermione's grip on Harry's arm was so tight he was losing feeling in-his fingers. He raised his eyebrows at her; she nodded again and let go.
He turned the Firebolt upward at the last second, and Bole and Derrick collided with a sickening crunch.
He broke off with a small gasp, looking over Harry's shoulder.
"Scabbers, it's me, you idiot, it's Ron," Ron hissed.
Muffled footsteps were echoing up through the floor -- someone was moving downstairs.
Glaring suspiciously at Ron, Professor McGonagall pushed the Portrait back open and went outside. The whole common room listened with bated breath. "Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?" "Certainly, good lady!" cried Sir Cadogan.