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Harry's stomach lurched. That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts -the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent... Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too. Everyone was looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair.
They hurried after him along the corridor, following the sound of his armor. Every now and then they spotted him running through a picture ahead.
I hope you're well?" said Percy pompously, shaking hands. It was rather like being introduced to the mayor.
Ron marched through the common room and out of sight up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"It's a shape-shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."
"But -- Professor, my aunt and uncle -- you know, they're Muggles, they don't really understand about -- about Hogwarts forms and stuff," Harry said, while Ron egged him on with vigorous nods. "If you said I could go --"
He and Hermione sat down on either side of Ron, who had saved them seats.
"Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
"Do you know much about Hogsmeade?" asked Hermione keenly. "I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain --"
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I felt weird," said Ron, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. "Like I'd never be cheerful again...."
"You didn't seem quite so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep," said Hermione coolly.
"Great," said Ron, getting up and walking carefully past Professor Lupin to try and see outside. "I'm starving. I want to get to the feast....
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. "So the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.