Harry Potter 06 - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

said Harry tentatively. He felt strange about voicing it; this was much more Hermione’s territory than his. ‘You don’t think she can have been … you know … in love with Sirius?’
    Hermione stared at him.
    ‘What on earth makes you say that?’
    ‘I dunno,’ said Harry, shrugging, ‘but she was nearly crying when I mentioned his name … and her Patronus is a big four-legged thing now … I wondered whether it hadn’t become … you know … him.’
    ‘It’s a thought,’ said Hermione slowly. ‘But I still don’t know why she’d be bursting into the castle to see Dumbledore, if that’s really why she was here …’
    ‘Goes back to what I said, doesn’t it?’ said Ron, who was now shovelling mashed potato into his mouth. ‘She’s gone a bit funny. Lost her nerve. Women,’ he said wisely to Harry. ‘They’re easily upset.’
    ‘And yet,’ said Hermione, coming out of her reverie, ‘I doubt you’d find a woman who sulked for half an hour because Madam Rosmerta didn’t laugh at their joke about the hag, the Healer and the Mimbulus mimbletonia .’
    Ron scowled.

 
     
— CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO —
     
After the Burial
    Patches of bright blue sky were beginning to appear over the castle turrets, but these signs of approaching summer did not lift Harry’s mood. He had been thwarted, both in his attempts to find out what Malfoy was doing, and in his efforts to start a conversation with Slughorn that might lead, somehow, to Slughorn handing over the memory he had apparently suppressed for decades.
    ‘For the last time, just forget about Malfoy,’ Hermione told Harry firmly.
    They were sitting with Ron in a sunny corner of the courtyard after lunch. Hermione and Ron were both clutching a Ministry of Magic leaflet: Common Apparition Mistakes and How to Avoid Them , for they were taking their tests that very afternoon, but by and large the leaflets had not proved soothing to the nerves. Ron gave a start and tried to hide behind Hermione as a girl came round the corner.
    ‘It isn’t Lavender,’ said Hermione wearily.
    ‘Oh, good,’ said Ron, relaxing.
    ‘Harry Potter?’ said the girl. ‘I was asked to give you this.’
    ‘Thanks …’
    Harry’s heart sank as he took the small scroll of parchment. Once the girl was out of earshot he said, ‘Dumbledore said we wouldn’t be having any more lessons until I got the memory!’
    ‘Maybe he wants to check on how you’re doing?’ suggested Hermione, as Harry unrolled the parchment; but rather than finding Dumbledore’s long, narrow, slanting writing he saw an untidy sprawl, very difficult to read due to the presence of large blotches on the parchment where the ink had run.
     
    Dear Harry, Ron and Hermione,
    Aragog died last night. Harry and Ron, you met him, and you know how special he was. Hermione, I know you’d have liked him. It would mean a lot to me if you’d nip down for the burial later this evening. I’m planning on doing it round dusk, that was his favourite time of day. I know you’re not supposed to be out that late, but you can use the Cloak. Wouldn’t ask but I can’t face it alone.
    Hagrid
     
    ‘Look at this,’ said Harry, handing the note to Hermione.
    ‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ she said, scanning it quickly and passing it to Ron, who read it through looking increasingly incredulous.
    ‘He’s mental !’ he said furiously. ‘That thing told its mates to eat Harry and me! Told them to help themselves! And now Hagrid expects us to go down there and cry over its horrible hairy body!’
    ‘It’s not just that,’ said Hermione. ‘He’s asking us to leave the castle at night, and he knows security’s a million times tighter and how much trouble we’d be in if we were caught.’
    ‘We’ve been down to see him by night before,’ said Harry.
    ‘Yes, but for something like this?’ said Hermione. ‘We’ve risked a lot to help Hagrid out, but after all – Aragog’s dead. If it were a question of saving him –’
    ‘– I’d want to go even less,’ said Ron firmly. ‘You didn’t meet him, Hermione. Believe me, being dead will have improved him a lot.’
    Harry took the note back and stared down at the inky blotches all over it. Tears had clearly fallen thick and fast upon the parchment …
    ‘Harry, you can’t be thinking of going,’ said Hermione. ‘It’s such a pointless thing to get detention for.’
    Harry sighed.
    ‘Yeah, I know,’ he said. ‘I s’pose Hagrid’ll have to bury