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"Mommy will never forget you!"
How they managed to get the crate back up to the castle, they never
knew. Midnight ticked nearer as they heaved Norbert up the marble
staircase in the entrance hall and along the dark corridors. UP another
staircase, then another -- even one of Harry's shortcuts didn't make the
work much easier.
"Nearly there!" Harry panted as they reached the corridor beneath the
tallest tower.
Then a sudden movement ahead of them made them almost drop the crate.
Forgetting that they were already invisible, they shrank into the
shadows, staring at the dark outlines of two people grappling with each
other ten feet away. A lamp flared.
Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by
the ear.
"Detention!" she shouted. "And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering
around in the middle of the night, how dare you --"
"You don't understand, Professor. Harry Potter's coming -- he's got a
dragon!"
"What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on -- I shall see
Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!"
The steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower seemed the easiest
thing in the world after that. Not until they'd stepped out into the
cold night air did they throw off the cloak, glad to be able to breathe
properly again. Hermione did a sort of jig.
"Malfoy's got detention! I could sing!"
"Don't," Harry advised her.
Chuckling about Malfoy, they waited, Norbert thrashing about in his
crate. About ten minutes later, four broomsticks came swooping down out
of the darkness.
Charlie's friends were a cheery lot. They showed Harry and Hermione the
harness they'd rigged up, so they could suspend Norbert between them.
They all helped buckle Norbert safely into it and then Harry and
Hermione shook hands with the others and thanked them very much.
At last, Norbert was going... going... gone.
They slipped back down the spiral staircase, their hearts as light as
their hands, now that Norbert was off them. No more dragon -- Malfoy in
detention -- what could spoil their happiness?
The answer to that was waiting at the foot of the stairs. As they
stepped into the corridor, Filch's face loomed suddenly out of the
darkness.
"Well, well, well," he whispered, "we are in trouble."
They'd left the invisibility cloak on top of the tower.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE FORIBIDDEN FOREST
Things couldn't have been worse.
Filch took them down to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor,
where they sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione
was trembling. Excuses, alibis, and wild cover- up stories chased each
other around Harry's brain, each more feeble than the last. He couldn't
see how they were going to get out of trouble this time. They were
cornered. How could they have been so stupid as to forget the cloak?
There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept for
their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of
night, let alone being up the tallest astronomy tower, which was
out-of-bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the invisibility
cloak, and they might as well be packing their bags already.
Had Harry thought that things couldn't have been worse? He was wrong.
When Professor McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville.
"Harry!" Neville burst Out, the moment he saw the other two. "I was
trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to
catch you, he said you had a drag --"
Harry shook his head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor
McGonagall had seen. She looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert
as she towered over the three of them.
"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were
up in the astronomy tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain
yourselves."
It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's
question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue.
"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," said Professor
McGonagall. "It doesn't take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco
Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of
bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's
funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?"
Harry caught Neville's eye and tried to tell him without words that this
wasn't true, because Neville was looking stunned and hurt. Poor,
blundering Neville -- Harry knew what it must have cost him to try and
find them in the dark, to warn them.
"I'm disgusted," said Professor McGonagall. "Four students out of bed in
one night! I've never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I
thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor
meant more to you than this. All three of you will receive detentions --
yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around
school at night, especially these days, it's very dangerous -- and fifty
points will be taken from Gryffindor."
"Fifty?" Harry gasped -- they would lose the lead, the lead he'd won in
the last Quidditch match.
"Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily
through her long, pointed nose.
"Professor -- please
"You can't --"
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all
of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."
A hundred and fifty points lost. That put Gryffindor in last place. In
one night, they'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the house
cup. Harry felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach. How
could they ever make up for this?
Harry didn't sleep all night. He could hear Neville sobbing into his
pillow for what seemed like hours. Harry couldn't think of anything to
say to comfort him. He knew Neville, like himself, was dreading the

"Mommy will never forget you!"

How they managed to get the crate back up to the castle, they never

knew. Midnight ticked nearer as they heaved Norbert up the marble

staircase in the entrance hall and along the dark corridors. UP another

staircase, then another -- even one of Harry's shortcuts didn't make the

work much easier.

"Nearly there!" Harry panted as they reached the corridor beneath the

tallest tower.

Then a sudden movement ahead of them made them almost drop the crate.

Forgetting that they were already invisible, they shrank into the

shadows, staring at the dark outlines of two people grappling with each

other ten feet away. A lamp flared.

Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by

the ear.

"Detention!" she shouted. "And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering

around in the middle of the night, how dare you --"

"You don't understand, Professor. Harry Potter's coming -- he's got a

dragon!"

"What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on -- I shall see

Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!"

The steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower seemed the easiest

thing in the world after that. Not until they'd stepped out into the

cold night air did they throw off the cloak, glad to be able to breathe

properly again. Hermione did a sort of jig.

"Malfoy's got detention! I could sing!"

"Don't," Harry advised her.

Chuckling about Malfoy, they waited, Norbert thrashing about in his

crate. About ten minutes later, four broomsticks came swooping down out

of the darkness.

Charlie's friends were a cheery lot. They showed Harry and Hermione the

harness they'd rigged up, so they could suspend Norbert between them.

They all helped buckle Norbert safely into it and then Harry and

Hermione shook hands with the others and thanked them very much.

At last, Norbert was going... going... gone.

They slipped back down the spiral staircase, their hearts as light as

their hands, now that Norbert was off them. No more dragon -- Malfoy in

detention -- what could spoil their happiness?

The answer to that was waiting at the foot of the stairs. As they

stepped into the corridor, Filch's face loomed suddenly out of the

darkness.

"Well, well, well," he whispered, "we are in trouble."

They'd left the invisibility cloak on top of the tower.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

THE FORIBIDDEN FOREST

Things couldn't have been worse.

Filch took them down to Professor McGonagall's study on the first floor,

where they sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione

was trembling. Excuses, alibis, and wild cover- up stories chased each

other around Harry's brain, each more feeble than the last. He couldn't

see how they were going to get out of trouble this time. They were

cornered. How could they have been so stupid as to forget the cloak?

There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept for

their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of

night, let alone being up the tallest astronomy tower, which was

out-of-bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the invisibility

cloak, and they might as well be packing their bags already.

Had Harry thought that things couldn't have been worse? He was wrong.

When Professor McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville.

"Harry!" Neville burst Out, the moment he saw the other two. "I was

trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to

catch you, he said you had a drag --"

Harry shook his head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor

McGonagall had seen. She looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert

as she towered over the three of them.

"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were

up in the astronomy tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain

yourselves."

It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's

question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue.

"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," said Professor

McGonagall. "It doesn't take a genius to work it out. You fed Draco

Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of

bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's

funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?"

Harry caught Neville's eye and tried to tell him without words that this

wasn't true, because Neville was looking stunned and hurt. Poor,

blundering Neville -- Harry knew what it must have cost him to try and

find them in the dark, to warn them.

"I'm disgusted," said Professor McGonagall. "Four students out of bed in

one night! I've never heard of such a thing before! You, Miss Granger, I

thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor

meant more to you than this. All three of you will receive detentions --

yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around

school at night, especially these days, it's very dangerous -- and fifty

points will be taken from Gryffindor."

"Fifty?" Harry gasped -- they would lose the lead, the lead he'd won in

the last Quidditch match.

"Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily

through her long, pointed nose.

"Professor -- please

"You can't --"

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all

of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."

A hundred and fifty points lost. That put Gryffindor in last place. In

one night, they'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the house

cup. Harry felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach. How

could they ever make up for this?

Harry didn't sleep all night. He could hear Neville sobbing into his

pillow for what seemed like hours. Harry couldn't think of anything to

say to comfort him. He knew Neville, like himself, was dreading the