Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

informing her that we have an escaped firework in our classroom?’
    The upshot of it all was that Professor Umbridge spent her first afternoon as Headmistress running all over the school answering the summonses of the other teachers, none of whom seemed able to rid their rooms of the fireworks without her. When the final bell rang and they were heading back to Gryffindor Tower with their bags, Harry saw, with immense satisfaction, a dishevelled and soot-blackened Umbridge tottering sweaty-faced from Professor Flitwick’s classroom.
    ‘Thank you so much, Professor!’ said Professor Flitwick in his squeaky little voice. ‘I could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but I wasn’t sure whether or not I had the authority .’
    Beaming, he closed his classroom door in her snarling face.
    Fred and George were heroes that night in the Gryffindor common room. Even Hermione fought her way through the excited crowd to congratulate them.
    ‘They were wonderful fireworks,’ she said admiringly.
    ‘Thanks,’ said George, looking both surprised and pleased. ‘Weasleys’ Wildfire Whiz-bangs . Only thing is, we used our whole stock; we’re going to have to start again from scratch now.’
    ‘It was worth it, though,’ said Fred, who was taking orders from clamouring Gryffindors. ‘If you want to add your name to the waiting list, Hermione, it’s five Galleons for your Basic Blaze box and twenty for the Deflagration Deluxe …’
    Hermione returned to the table where Harry and Ron were sitting staring at their schoolbags as though hoping their homework would spring out and start doing itself.
    ‘Oh, why don’t we have a night off?’ said Hermione brightly, as a silver-tailed Weasley rocket zoomed past the window. ‘After all, the Easter holidays start on Friday, we’ll have plenty of time then.’
    ‘Are you feeling all right?’ Ron asked, staring at her in disbelief.
    ‘Now you mention it,’ said Hermione happily, ‘d’you know … I think I’m feeling a bit … rebellious .’
    Harry could still hear the distant bangs of escaped firecrackers when he and Ron went up to bed an hour later; and as he got undressed a sparkler floated past the tower, still resolutely spelling out the word ‘POO’.
    He got into bed, yawning. With his glasses off, the occasional firework passing the window had become blurred, looking like sparkling clouds, beautiful and mysterious against the black sky. He turned on to his side, wondering how Umbridge was feeling about her first day in Dumbledore’s job, and how Fudge would react when he heard that the school had spent most of the day in a state of advanced disruption. Smiling to himself, Harry closed his eyes …
    The whizzes and bangs of escaped fireworks in the grounds seemed to be growing more distant … or perhaps he was simply speeding away from them …
    He had fallen right into the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries. He was speeding towards the plain black door … let it open … let it open …
    It did. He was inside the circular room lined with doors … he crossed it, placed his hand on an identical door and it swung inwards …
    Now he was in a long, rectangular room full of an odd mechanical clicking. There were dancing flecks of light on the walls but he did not pause to investigate … he had to go on …
    There was a door at the far end … it, too, opened at his touch …
    And now he was in a dimly lit room as high and wide as a church, full of nothing but rows and rows of towering shelves, each laden with small, dusty, spun-glass spheres … now Harry’s heart was beating fast with excitement … he knew where to go … he ran forwards, but his footsteps made no noise in the enormous, deserted room …
    There was something in this room he wanted very, very much …
    Something he wanted … or somebody else wanted …
    His scar was hurting …
    BANG!
    Harry awoke instantly, confused and angry. The dark dormitory was full of the sound of laughter.
    ‘Cool!’ said Seamus, who was silhouetted against the window. ‘I think one of those Catherine wheels hit a rocket and it’s like they mated, come and see!’
    Harry heard Ron and Dean scramble out of bed for a better look. He lay quite still and silent while the pain in his scar subsided and disappointment washed over him. He felt as though a wonderful treat had been snatched from him at the very last moment … he had got so close that time.
    Glittering pink and silver winged