Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (84 page)

‘I wasn’t going to say anything about Fred and George!’ she said in an injured voice.

Ron snorted disbelievingly and Hermione threw him a very dirty look.

‘No, I wasn’t!’ she said angrily. ‘As a matter of fact, I was going to ask Harry when he’s going to go back to Snape and ask for more Occlumency lessons!’

Harry’s heart sank. Once they had exhausted the subject of Fred and George’s dramatic departure, which admittedly had taken many hours, Ron and Hermione had wanted to hear news of Sirius. As Harry had not confided in them the reason he had wanted to talk to Sirius in the first place, it had been hard to think of what to tell them; he had ended up saying, truthfully, that Sirius wanted Harry to resume Occlumency lessons. He had been regretting this ever since; Hermione would not let the subject drop and kept reverting to it when Harry least expected it.

‘You can’t tell me you’ve stopped having funny dreams,’ Hermione said now, ‘because Ron told me you were muttering in your sleep again last night.’

Harry threw Ron a furious look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed of himself.

‘You were only muttering a bit,’ he mumbled apologetically. ‘Something about “just a bit further”.’

‘I dreamed I was watching you lot play Quidditch,’ Harry lied brutally. ‘I was trying to get you to stretch out a bit further to grab the Quaffle.’

Ron’s ears went red. Harry felt a kind of vindictive pleasure; he had not, of course, dreamed anything of the sort.

Last night, he had once again made the journey along the Department of Mysteries corridor. He had passed through the circular room, then the room full of clicking and dancing light, until he found himself again inside that cavernous room full of shelves on which were ranged dusty glass spheres.

He had hurried straight towards row number ninety-seven, turned left and run along it … it had probably been then that he had spoken aloud …
just a bit further …
for he felt his conscious self struggling to wake … and before he had reached the end of the row, he had found himself lying in bed again, gazing up at the canopy of his four-poster.

‘You are
trying
to block your mind, aren’t you?’ said Hermione, looking beadily at Harry. ‘You are keeping going with your Occlumency?’

‘Of course I am,’ said Harry, trying to sound as though this question was insulting, but not quite meeting her eye. The truth was he was so intensely curious about what was hidden in that room full of dusty orbs, that he was quite keen for the dreams to continue.

The problem was that with just under a month to go until the exams and every free moment devoted to revision, his mind seemed so saturated with information when he went to bed he found it very difficult to get to sleep at all; and when he did, his overwrought brain presented him most nights with stupid dreams about the exams. He also suspected that part of his mind – the part that often spoke in Hermione’s voice – now felt guilty on the occasions it strayed down that corridor ending in the black door, and sought to wake him before he could reach the journey’s end.

‘You know,’ said Ron, whose ears were still flaming red, ‘if Montague doesn’t recover before Slytherin play Hufflepuff, we might be in with a chance of winning the Cup.’

‘Yeah, I s’pose so,’ said Harry, glad of a change of subject.

‘I mean, we’ve won one, lost one – if Slytherin lose to Hufflepuff next Saturday –’

‘Yeah, that’s right,’ said Harry, losing track of what he was agreeing to. Cho Chang had just walked across the courtyard, determinedly not looking at him.

*

The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, was to take place on the last weekend of May. Although Slytherin had been narrowly defeated by Hufflepuff in their last match, Gryffindor were not daring to hope for victory, due mainly (though of course nobody said it to him) to Ron’s abysmal goal-keeping record. He, however, seemed to have found a new optimism.

‘I mean, I can’t get any worse, can I?’ he told Harry and Hermione grimly over breakfast on the morning of the match. ‘Nothing to lose now, is there?’

‘You know,’ said Hermione, as she and Harry walked down to the pitch a little later in the midst of a very excitable crowd, ‘I think Ron might do better without Fred and George around. They never exactly gave him a lot of confidence.’

Luna Lovegood overtook them with what appeared to be a live eagle perched on top of her head.

‘Oh, gosh, I forgot!’ said Hermione, watching the eagle flapping its wings as Luna walked serenely past a group of cackling and pointing Slytherins. ‘Cho will be playing, won’t she?’

Harry, who had not forgotten this, merely grunted.

They found seats in the second topmost row of the stands. It was a fine, clear day; Ron could not wish for better, and Harry found himself hoping against hope that Ron would not give the Slytherins cause for more rousing choruses of ‘Weasley is our King’.

Lee Jordan, who had been very dispirited since Fred and George had left, was commentating as usual. As the teams zoomed out on to the pitch he named the players with something less than his usual gusto.

‘… Bradley … Davies … Chang,’ he said, and Harry felt his stomach perform, less of a back flip, more a feeble lurch as Cho walked out on to the pitch, her shiny black hair rippling in the slight breeze. He was not sure what he wanted to happen any more, except that he could not stand any more rows. Even the sight of her chatting animatedly to Roger Davies as they prepared to mount their brooms caused him only a slight twinge of jealousy.

‘And they’re off!’ said Lee. ‘And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well … he’s going straight for goal! He’s going to shoot – and – and –’ Lee swore very loudly. ‘And he’s scored.’

Harry and Hermione groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors. Predictably, horribly, the Slytherins on the other side of the stands began to sing:

‘Harry,’ said a hoarse voice in Harry’s ear. ‘Hermione …’

Harry looked round and saw Hagrid’s enormous bearded face sticking between the seats. Apparently, he had squeezed his way all along the row behind, for the first- and second-years he had just passed had a ruffled, flattened look about them. For some reason, Hagrid was bent double as though anxious not to be seen, though he was still at least four feet taller than everybody else.

‘Listen,’ he whispered, ‘can yeh come with me? Now? While ev’ryone’s watchin’ the match?’

‘Er … can’t it wait, Hagrid?’ asked Harry. ‘Till the match is over?’

‘No,’ said Hagrid. ‘No, Harry, it’s gotta be now … while ev’ryone’s lookin’ the other way … please?’

Hagrid’s nose was gently dripping blood. His eyes were both blackened. Harry had not seen him this close-up since his return to the school; he looked utterly woebegone.

‘Course,’ said Harry at once, ‘course we’ll come.’

He and Hermione edged back along their row of seats, causing much grumbling among the students who had to stand up for them. The people in Hagrid’s row were not complaining, merely attempting to make themselves as small as possible.

‘I ’ppreciate this, you two, I really do,’ said Hagrid as they reached the stairs. He kept looking around nervously as they descended towards the lawn below. ‘I jus’ hope she doesn’ notice us goin’.’

‘You mean Umbridge?’ said Harry. ‘She won’t, she’s got her whole Inquisitorial Squad sitting with her, didn’t you see? She must be expecting trouble at the match.’

‘Yeah, well, a bit o’ trouble wouldn’ hurt,’ said Hagrid, pausing to peer around the edge of the stands to make sure the stretch of lawn between there and his cabin was deserted. ‘Give us more time.’

‘What is it, Hagrid?’ said Hermione, looking up at him with a concerned expression on her face as they hurried across the grass towards the edge of the Forest.

‘Yeh – yeh’ll see in a mo’,’ said Hagrid, looking over his shoulder as a great roar rose from the stands behind them. ‘Hey – did someone jus’ score?’

‘It’ll be Ravenclaw,’ said Harry heavily.

‘Good … good …’ said Hagrid distractedly. ‘Tha’s good …’

They had to jog to keep up with him as he strode across the lawn, looking around with every other step. When they reached his cabin, Hermione turned automatically left towards the front door. Hagrid, however, walked straight past it into the shade of the trees on the outermost edge of the Forest, where he picked up a crossbow that was leaning against a tree. When he realised they were no longer with him, he turned.

‘We’re goin’ in here,’ he said, jerking his shaggy head behind him.

‘Into the Forest?’ said Hermione, perplexed.

‘Yeah,’ said Hagrid. ‘C’mon now, quick, before we’re spotted!’

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then ducked into the cover of the trees behind Hagrid, who was already striding away from them into the green gloom, his crossbow over his arm. Harry and Hermione ran to catch up with him.

‘Hagrid, why are you armed?’ said Harry.

‘Jus’ a precaution,’ said Hagrid, shrugging his massive shoulders.

‘You didn’t bring your crossbow the day you showed us the Thestrals,’ said Hermione timidly.

‘Nah, well, we weren’ goin’ in so far then,’ said Hagrid. ‘An’ anyway, tha’ was before Firenze left the Forest, wasn’ it?’

‘Why does Firenze leaving make a difference?’ asked Hermione curiously.

‘’Cause the other centaurs are good an’ riled at me, tha’s why,’ said Hagrid quietly, glancing around. ‘They used ter be – well, yeh couldn’ call ’em friendly – but we got on all righ’. Kept ’emselves to ’emselves, bu’ always turned up if I wanted a word. Not any more.’

He sighed deeply.

‘Firenze said they’re angry because he went to work for Dumbledore,’ Harry said, tripping on a protruding root because he was busy watching Hagrid’s profile.

‘Yeah,’ said Hagrid heavily. ‘Well, angry doesn’ cover it. Ruddy livid. If I hadn’ stepped in, I reckon they’d’ve kicked Firenze ter death –’

‘They attacked him?’ said Hermione, sounding shocked.

‘Yep,’ said Hagrid gruffly, forcing his way through several low-hanging branches. ‘He had half the herd on to him.’

‘And you stopped it?’ said Harry, amazed and impressed. ‘By yourself?’

‘Course I did, couldn’t stand by an’ watch ’em kill ’im, could I?’ said Hagrid. ‘Lucky I was passin’, really … an’ I’d’ve thought Firenze mighta remembered tha’ before he started sendin’ me stupid warnin’s!’ he added hotly and unexpectedly.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, startled, but Hagrid, scowling, did not elaborate.

‘Anyway,’ he said, breathing a little more heavily than usual, ‘since then the other centaurs’ve bin livid with me, an’ the trouble is they’ve got a lot of influence in the Forest … cleverest creatures in here.’

‘Is that why we’re here, Hagrid?’ asked Hermione. ‘The centaurs?’

‘Ah, no,’ said Hagrid, shaking his head dismissively, ‘no, it’s not them. Well, o’ course, they could complicate the problem, yeah … but yeh’ll see what I mean in a bit.’

On this incomprehensible note he fell silent and forged a little ahead, taking one stride for every three of theirs, so that they had great trouble keeping up with him.

The path was becoming increasingly overgrown and the trees grew so closely together as they walked further and further into the Forest that it was as dark as dusk. They were soon a long way past the clearing where Hagrid had shown them the Thestrals, but Harry felt no sense of unease until Hagrid stepped unexpectedly off the path and began wending his way in and out of trees towards the dark heart of the Forest.

‘Hagrid!’ said Harry, fighting his way through thickly knotted brambles, over which Hagrid had stepped with ease, and remembering very vividly what had happened to him on the other occasion he had stepped off the Forest path. ‘Where are we going?’

‘Bit further,’ said Hagrid over his shoulder. ‘C’mon, Harry … we need ter keep together now.’

It was a great struggle to keep up with Hagrid, what with branches and thickets of thorn through which Hagrid marched as easily as if they were cobwebs, but which snagged Harry and Hermione’s robes, frequently entangling them so severely that they had to stop for minutes at a time to free themselves. Harry’s arms and legs were soon covered in small cuts and scratches. They were so deep in the Forest now that sometimes all Harry could see of Hagrid in the gloom was a massive dark shape ahead of him. Any sound seemed threatening in the muffled silence. The breaking of a twig echoed loudly and the tiniest rustle of movement, even though it might have been made by an innocent sparrow, caused Harry to peer through the gloom for a culprit. It occurred to him that he had never managed to get this far into the Forest without meeting some kind of creature; their absence struck him as rather ominous.

‘Hagrid, would it be all right if we lit our wands?’ said Hermione quietly.

‘Er … all righ’,’ Hagrid whispered back. ‘In fact –’

He stopped suddenly and turned around; Hermione walked right into him and was knocked over backwards. Harry caught her just before she hit the Forest floor.

‘Maybe we bes’ jus’ stop fer a momen’, so I can … fill yeh in,’ said Hagrid. ‘Before we ge’ there, like.’

‘Good!’ said Hermione, as Harry set her back on her feet. They both murmured
‘Lumos!’
and their wand-tips ignited. Hagrid’s face swam through the gloom by the light of the two wavering beams and Harry saw again that he looked nervous and sad.

‘Righ’,’ said Hagrid. ‘Well … see … the thing is …’

He took a great breath.

‘Well, there’s a good chance I’m goin’ ter be gettin’ the sack any day now,’ he said.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then back at him.

‘But you’ve lasted this long –’ Hermione said tentatively. ‘What makes you think –’

‘Umbridge reckons it was me that put tha’ Niffler in her office.’

‘And was it?’ said Harry, before he could stop himself.

‘No, it ruddy well wasn’!’ said Hagrid indignantly. ‘On’y anythin’ ter do with magical creatures an’ she thinks it’s got somethin’ ter do with me. Yeh know she’s bin lookin’ fer a chance ter get rid of me ever since I got back. I don’ wan’ ter go, o’ course, but if it wasn’ fer … well … the special circumstances I’m abou’ ter explain to yeh, I’d leave righ’ now, before she’s go’ the chance ter do it in front o’ the whole school, like she did with Trelawney.’