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

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    ‘We’ve got to get out of here,’ said Harry firmly. ‘Luna, can you help Ginny?’
    ‘Yes,’ said Luna, sticking her wand behind her ear for safekeeping, then putting an arm around Ginny’s waist and pulling her up.
    ‘It’s only my ankle, I can do it myself!’ said Ginny impatiently, but next moment she had collapsed sideways and grabbed Luna for support. Harry pulled Ron’s arm over his shoulder just as, so many months ago, he had pulled Dudley’s. He looked around: they had a one in twelve chance of getting the exit right first time –
    He heaved Ron towards a door; they were within a few feet of it when another door across the hall burst open and three Death Eaters sped in, led by Bellatrix Lestrange.
    ‘There they are!’ she shrieked.
    Stunning Spells shot across the room: Harry smashed his way through the door ahead, flung Ron unceremoniously from him and ducked back to help Neville in with Hermione: they were all over the threshold just in time to slam the door against Bellatrix.
    ‘Colloportus!’ shouted Harry, and he heard three bodies slam into the door on the other side.
    ‘It doesn’t matter!’ said a man’s voice. ‘There are other ways in – WE’VE GOT THEM, THEY’RE HERE!’
    Harry spun round; they were back in the Brain Room and, sure enough, there were doors all around the walls. He could hear footsteps in the hall behind them as more Death Eaters came running to join the first.
    ‘Luna – Neville – help me!’
    The three of them tore around the room, sealing the doors as they went; Harry crashed into a table and rolled over the top of it in his haste to reach the next door:
    ‘Colloportus!’
    There were footsteps running along behind the doors, every now and then another heavy body would launch itself against one, so it creaked and shuddered; Luna and Neville were bewitching the doors along the opposite wall – then, as Harry reached the very top of the room, he heard Luna cry:
    ‘Collo— aaaaaaaaargh …’
    He turned in time to see her flying through the air; five Death Eaters were surging into the room through the door she had not reached in time; Luna hit a desk, slid over its surface and on to the floor on the other side where she lay sprawled, as still as Hermione.
    ‘Get Potter!’ shrieked Bellatrix, and she ran at him; he dodged her and sprinted back up the room; he was safe as long as they thought they might hit the prophecy –
    ‘Hey!’ said Ron, who had staggered to his feet and was now tottering drunkenly towards Harry, giggling. ‘Hey, Harry, there are brains in here, ha ha ha, isn’t that weird, Harry?’
    ‘Ron, get out of the way, get down –’
    But Ron had already pointed his wand at the tank.
    ‘Honest, Harry, they’re brains – look – Accio brain !’
    The scene seemed momentarily frozen. Harry, Ginny and Neville and each of the Death Eaters turned in spite of themselves to watch the top of the tank as a brain burst from the green liquid like a leaping fish: for a moment it seemed suspended in midair, then it soared towards Ron, spinning as it came, and what looked like ribbons of moving images flew from it, unravelling like rolls of film –
    ‘Ha ha ha, Harry, look at it –’ said Ron, watching it disgorge its gaudy innards, ‘Harry, come and touch it; bet it’s weird –’
    ‘RON, NO!’
    Harry did not know what would happen if Ron touched the tentacles of thought now flying behind the brain, but he was sure it would not be anything good. He darted forwards but Ron had already caught the brain in his outstretched hands.
    The moment they made contact with his skin, the tentacles began wrapping themselves around Ron’s arms like ropes.
    ‘Harry, look what’s happen–– No – no – I don’t like it – no, stop – stop –’
    But the thin ribbons were spinning around Ron’s chest now; he tugged and tore at them as the brain was pulled tight against him like an octopus’s body.
    ‘Diffindo!’ yelled Harry, trying to sever the feelers wrapping themselves tightly around Ron before his eyes, but they would not break. Ron fell over, still thrashing against his bonds.
    ‘Harry, it’ll suffocate him!’ screamed Ginny, immobilised by her broken ankle on the floor – then a jet of red light flew from one of the Death Eater’s wands and hit her squarely in the face. She keeled over sideways and lay there unconscious.
    ‘STUBEFY!’ shouted Neville, wheeling around and waving Hermione’s wand at the