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Title: Harry Potter and the Seven Soldiers, Chapters 3 & 4
Author: kanedax
Fandom: Harry Potterverse
Spoilers: Harry Potter 1-6
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: After a narrow escape from the Burrow, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny find themselves in the last place they would have hoped.
Notes: This is Chapters Three and Four of what turned out to be a seventeen-chapter story. I'm going to add a link to the previous post to this one, that way when it's all good and posted it can be read in one continuous stream. If anyone has difficulty reading Ron's handwriting, let me know and I'll change it. I'm not sure how clean the font will come across on LJ. As usual, I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling, or any of that shtuff. And if anyone knows of any decent Potter fic sites, feel free to let me know so I can post these there.
Chapter 3
The Safehouse
“Ennervate.”
Harry bolted upright.
“Are you alright, Harry?”
Harry looked around to see Hermione, Ginny, and Ron kneeling next to him, a concerned look on all of their faces.
“I was afraid my Wingardium missed,” Hermione continued, her voice shaking, “You were tough to wake up, I thought maybe it didn’t slow you down enough…”
"We sent Hedwig and Pig off to warn Bill, Fleur, Fred, and George about the attack," Ginny said, but trailed off when she looked at Harry's face.
“Harry?” Ginny put her hand on his shoulder. The memories of the visions he had seen had entered his head, and he was shaking.
“Voldemort…” he muttered, the words coming slowly at first, “he was there… in The Burrow…”
The three exchanged shocked looks.
“Are you sure, Harry?” Hermione asked, “I didn’t see him in the kitchen.”
“He was there,” Harry repeated, more strongly than before, “He was there and we ran away and I saw the bodies and they’re all dead!”
Ron fell backwards onto the ground. Ginny’s pale face grew even paler in the moonlight.
“What?” she stammered, “No… no, not Mom… Dad…” She collapsed to the grass, tears streaming down her face.
Ron bolted to his feet and ran to his broom.
“Ron, stop!” Hermione screamed, running after him. He ignored her, throwing his leg over the Firebolt and preparing to lift off.
Harry pointed his wand at Ron, who flipped off the broom and hung upside down in the air. Ron stuck his wand out and Harry’s flew from his hand.
“Expelliarmus!” Hermione cried, knocking Ron’s wand from his hand.
Hermione ran to Ron. With a flick of her wand, he fell back hard on the ground, where she jumped on him to keep him from another attempt at either Harry or the broom. “Stop it!” she ordered.
Harry, who had gotten to his feet and ran to a curled-up Ginny, nodded in agreement. “They’re gone,” he said, “And the Burrow’s not safe anymore. If we go back there, then they died for nothing…”
Ginny shuddered against Harry’s side and asked, “But… how did they get in? I mean, there were protective spells…”
“Dobby,” Hermione explained, “Voldemort must have put him under an Imperius Curse. He let them in through the Floo Network.”
Harry glanced at Ron, who had seemed to calm down slightly. Anger clenched at his chest. Dobby was there, he thought, no one had said he would be there, but we believed him.
Images began flooding back into his head. The visions he had seen were more intense and clear than any since his fifth year, before Occlumency. Visions of robed figures, some climbing into a fireplace, others descending a wooden hatch. One that looked so familiar…
Why am I seeing these things so vividly? It was almost as though Voldemort wanted him to see, had opened his mind to Harry.
“It wasn’t just the Burrow,” he said aloud. “Before I crashed I saw into Voldemort’s mind. There were Death Eater attacks everywhere tonight. Including Hogwarts. They went in through…”
“Honeydukes,” Hermione gasped. “That’s what Dobby said into the Floo. They must have taken over Honeydukes.”
“Or the owner was a Death Eater himself,” Harry retorted, “Just because a guy sells candy, it doesn’t make him a saint.”
“Did you see anything else, Harry?” Ginny asked, “Anything else about Hogwarts? Is everyone okay?”
Harry shook his head. He hadn’t seen any more, as Voldemort had not entered the tunnel with others.
The two fell silent. Ginny, who hadn’t said anything, was still shaking against Harry. They heard a tearing noise, and a stone-faced Ron handed Harry a note.
When can we kill him?
Ginny read the note along with Harry, and looked at him, waiting for an answer. As he thought, he handed the note to Hermione. He remembered Voldemort’s last words to him before blacking out.
Seven Soldiers will battle Seven Skulls.
“Soon,” he answered, repeating the words to the group. Silence followed.
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked, but in her face they could see that she was already answering the question.
"We can deal with that later," Harry replied. "But I think it means Voldemort's onto us more than we anticipated. We need a place to hide out. We're not safe out in the open."
“Grimmauld Place?” Ginny asked, but Hermione shook her head.
“Safety can’t be guaranteed there, either,” she responded. “If Dobby could be used against his will, I don’t think it takes any leap of imagination for us to assume that Kreacher will do the same. The only difference is he would want to be used.”
Harry thought hard, trying to think of anywhere else to go except the one place that seemed the most logical.
“Hogwarts is captured,” he calculated, “Grimmauld Place and The Burrow are compromised. Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley are too unprotected.”
He sighed.
“There’s just one place left…”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
“Hello, Uncle Dursley,” Harry said the following morning, as the four of them stood on the front porch of the Dursley house. Uncle Dursley was decked out in his best suit, prepared to leave for Christmas Mass.
“I thought you were gone!” he screamed, his face turning red, “You’re seventeen now. That wizard said seventeen was legal age in your twisted world, and that you’d be out of our lives forever!”
As Harry walked in, followed by the others, Petunia and Dudley came in from the kitchen. Petunia was equally dressed in her fineries, but Dudley was still in his pajamas.
“There’s been a change of plan,” Harry explained. “Before I left I cast some protective spells around the house in case we needed a place to hide. And now we do.”
“Hide? HIDE?!” Vernon bellowed. “Why would you need to hide? Are the authorities after you again? Have you been doing illegal magic again?”
“We’ll be in my room, and we won’t bother you at all,” Harry continued, never stopping in his walk up the stairs.
“That’s not your room anymore!” Dudley whined. “I have my weights up there! And my video games!”
“That’s right,” Petunia sniffed. “After you left, our protection over you was broken. We moved his things in as soon as we cleaned out all of the leftover owl droppings.
“We don’t have to take care of you or your…” she looked down her nose at Hermione & Ginny, “…witch hussies anymore.”
After the events of the previous evening, Harry was just about at his wits end. He had chosen this place as an absolute last resort, and knew that he would have to deal with the Dursleys sooner rather than later.
Thanks for giving me an excuse, Harry thought as he wheeled on Aunt Petunia. Throwing out his wand, he yelled “Stupefy!”
Petunia fell to the floor unconscious. Before Dudley & Vernon could react, Ron and Hermione cast the same spells on them.
“Ginny, open the window," Harry said, locking the front door and walking to his uncle. "Hermione, do you have the Draught?”
Hermione looked around nervously, but replied, “I do, Harry. But are you sure this is a good idea?”
”Mobilicorpus,” he said, lifting Vernon’s limp body from the ground, as Ginny and Ron did the same with the other two.
“No, I’m not sure it’s a good idea. But until we can come up with a better idea, a way for us to prepare an assault on Hogwarts without the Dursleys contacting the authorities, Draught of Living Death will have to do.”
They floated the three upstairs to their bedrooms. As Hermione poured the potion into Dudley’s mouth, she thought aloud, “Well, I suppose there’s a chance we could cast some spells on them like the Ministry used during the Quidditch Cup. Something that could make them forget we’re even here, or to ignore us.”
Harry looked at her in wonder. “Why didn’t I think of that?” he thought aloud. “Good idea.”
Ron pulled Hermione to him and kissed her.
“I assume that means you like the idea, too?” Ginny mused, smirking.
As the group walked out of Dudley’s bedroom and into the hallway, Harry couldn’t help but analyze his friends’ behavior. The previous night was spent in mourning; the little sleep that had actually occurred was broken up by bouts of tears and hysterics. Ron and Hermione had eventually drifted off, holding each other for comfort, and Harry was amazed to find the next morning that he and Ginny had done the same.
Is it a good thing or bad, he thought, that we’re overcoming our pain so easily today? Does it mean that we recognize that the time for tears is later, and the best way to remember the Weasleys, Lupin, and Tonks is to finish what we started?
Or does it mean that, after so much death in our lives, we’ve become desensitized to it all?
Before he could reach a conclusion, Ron had opened the door to Harry’s old room. Out poured the smell of moldy pizza and sweaty gym socks.
“Yup, it’s Dudley’s room now,” Harry muttered.
“Probably best that we don’t stay there, anyway,” Hermione stated as they walked down the stairs, “If we’re going to stay out of their way, then we need to find a place that they don’t go very often.”
Harry walked to the open window, where, as expected, three owls sat waiting. Harry pulled the rolled parchment from each of their legs, opened them, and threw one each to Ron and Hermione.
"The Ministry detected the magical activity," he said. "We're of age, and the spells we used weren't powerful enough to warrant an arrest. These are summons to meet with them, but they're on recess until after the New Year. We'll deal with them when we have to, but I'm fairly sure we'll be done by then, one way or the other.
"Sign them and give them back to the owls."
As the two hesitatingly did as he asked, Harry looked around the living room, trying to think of some room in the house that Aunt Petunia avoided like the plague.
“Well, we can go in here,” he said, opening one door, “but it might be a little cramped.”
Ron looked inside, held up his hand to keep them from entering, and then closed the door behind him.
A few minutes later, he came back out and motioned them all to enter. In one hand he held up a note written in big letters.
Welcome to the cupboard under the stairs.
"Bloody hell..."
Harry had come to dread this doorway as a child. It was the physical representation of his horrible treatment under the Dursleys. Every night, while his cousin, Dudley, was fattened by his aunt and uncle before returning to his comfortable, spacious room, Harry was forced to lay his empty stomach upon a moldy cot in this cramped, dusty cupboard.
One wouldn't be too surprised at his disorientation, therefore, when he first heard the echo of his footsteps on a parquet floor. He looked up to find himself in a massive ballroom. Glowing crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the walls were lined with chairs. A large stone fireplace crackled in the corner. As the four walked in, he could see the same look on Ginny and Hermione's faces.
Before he could ask Ron what he did, a voice spoke from behind them.
"Told ya that spell would come in handy, Ron."
The four spun at once, raising their wands and firing hexes. The two figures ducked the spells, yelling.
"Cease fire!" one yelled, "It's us!"
Ginny and Ron both lowered their wands.
"George?" Ginny asked. "Fred?"
George Weasley stood straight and pulled his brother up with him. Although it was muted, their trademark smile still shone on both of their faces.
"Nice shootin, Tex."
"All those times using that Room Enhancement spell during our groundings paid off, eh, Ron?"
Ginny and Fred both ran forward, hugging their brothers tight. Tears started pouring from Ginny's eyes.
"Thank goodness you're here," she said.
"We didn't hear you come in," Hermione said.
"Well, we would have knocked," Fred replied, "But..."
His words were cut off as a large, sobbing, hairy body knocked them aside, enclosing Harry to his chest.
"I'm so sorry, Harry!"
"But because of the big lug we brought along," Fred continued, "We had to Apparate inside instead of coming through the front door."
George said, "He's been hiding out in the shop ever since Hogwarts was taken."
"I shoulda stayed," Hagrid moaned. "But I ran away, like a coward, and let them..."
Harry wrestled himself away, trying to avoid the large teardrops splashing on his head.
"You didn't run away." George said wearily. "You told us yourself, you were doing the job that you were ordered to do by McGonagall."
"Yeah," Fred said, "She told you to warn the Order about the attack."
"The Order?" Harry asked. "They know what happened? With Hogwarts and with..." He stopped.
"With the Burrow, yeah." Fred said. "We told as many as we could, but there were more attacks than anyone would have predicted."
He turned to Ginny and Ron. "Are you two alright? Doing okay?"
Ginny nodded, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Ron shrugged, but otherwise didn't answer.
"Yeah..." Fred replied with understanding.
"Did Mum and Dad give you the gems?" George asked.
Ron nodded, reaching into his pocket pulling out the two gems Molly had given him. In the light, Harry could see that they were both the same reddish-orange color as the Weasleys' hair.
"What are those?" Harry asked Ron.
"Those," George responded, "are the reason we found you."
"They're sort of a Weasley family heirloom,” Ginny said. "Whenever someone in the Weasley bloodline is born, or if someone marries into the family, the patriarch of the family makes a gem for them."
"It's sort of a network," Fred said. "Works kinda like a compass. Whenever a Weasley goes missing, you can say their name to the gem, and it'll point you to them."
"That's why Mum gave us theirs," Ginny finished. "To make sure the Death Eaters couldn't use them."
"You mean you have one, too?" Harry asked Ginny. In response, she and Ron pulled out matching jewels. George and Fred did the same.
"We sent an owl to Charlie," George said. "So he should hopefully be finding us soon."
"What about Bill and Fleur?" Fred asked Ron. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pad of paper and quill.
"We sent Hedwig to them," Hermione replied, "but we haven't heard from them yet."
Hagrid, who had kept himself throughout the conversation, spoke up. "Are you alrigh', Ron?"
The quill whirled in the air, scribbling on the paper. Ron tore it off and handed it to Hagrid, who read it slowly.
"A curse?" He gasped, "Oh, Ron..."
"You'd better keep that paper, Ron," Harry said. "There's going to be a lot of people asking that question in the next few days.
"I'm glad you're all here and safe," he continued, "But we're going to need a lot more help if we're taking down Voldemort. We're going to have to do it as silently as we can, but I have a hunch that it'll be easier than we'd think.
"We're going to gather the Order.
"And Dumbledore's Army."
Fred and George grinned. "I knew Potter would have something up his sleeve," George said, as Hagrid slammed Harry on the back.
Chapter 4
The Soldiers
Over the next few days, even Harry was amazed at the response to the call. Hermione used her magic coin to call the DA, the group of students brought together by Harry in response to Professor Umbridge.
"I don't think we'll have a huge response," she said, "But we may get lucky. It's Christmas, so most of the students weren't in the school when it was attacked. Now it's just a matter of finding out who's still paying attention to their coins."
Hagrid used the same logic when it came to finding the remaining members of the Order.
"Well, I know a lotta the professors stayed behind, like usual," he said sadly, "An' I honestly can' say what happened to 'em after I left."
"So who did leave?" Harry asked.
"Well," Hagrid thought hard, "I think Kingsley went back to his old position, protectin' the Muggle Prime Minister durin' some high-falootin' party. 'E was plannin' on comin' back when term started back up, so I know 'e escaped."
"Otherwise, there's Fletcher, but I don' know how much we can count on 'im. Same wit' Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth."
"We can trust him," Hermione said. "He had one of the Horcruxes. He had bought it off Mundungus after it was swiped from Grimmauld Place. But he gave it to us without any protest after we explained the situation."
Hagrid responded with a look of confusion.
"Sirius' brother, Regulus," Hermione pushed on, "Had found the Horcrux that Harry and Dumbledore had gone after on the day..." More silence.
"Never mind," she said quietly, "It's not really that important.
"But Aberforth's a good man. We can trust him."
"Good!" Hagrid said loudly, clearly ready to move on, "So, there's Kingsley, and Mundungus, and Aberforth. Then there's... umm..."
"I think if you can find them we're off to a good start," Harry said. "Do you want someone to come with you, someone who can blend in better if you have to go into the Muggle world?"
"Wha?" Hagrid asked, "Whadda you mean, blend in? Don' I blend in well enough?"
Harry and Hermione gave each other a worried look. "Well, you blend in fine," Harry said carefully. "But I think someone should be with you... Because, you know, for security? And company?"
The two looked back at the Weasley siblings, a group which now included their older brother, Charlie. They were huddled around a table with their heads down, talking quietly. We probably shouldn't ask any of them, Harry thought. They seem to be talking about their parents. Coming to terms.
Hermione seemed to be on the same wavelength. "I'll go with," she said. "Maybe I can think of some more people to find if I'm out and about."
"Are you sure?" Harry said. "I could go, if you'd rather..."
"No," Hermione replied, "You should stay here and clue everyone in who shows up. Hopefully some of the DA should be responding to the coins soon."
"Alright," Harry said. "And you contacted...?"
"Yes, I got in touch with him earlier. That book can be pretty useful if you leave a few extra books lying around in the library.
"But, Harry," she said quickly, pulling him aside, "Before I go, I wanted to talk to you about what you heard during your fall that night. The words from Voldemort?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about those, too. Any ideas?"
"Well," Hermione said thoughtfully, "I'm fairly sure it sounds like another prophecy. Whether it's real, and he wanted you to hear it, or if it's false and he's setting a trap... well, that I can't say..."
"Does it matter?" Harry replied. "Whether it's real or fake, we're still moving in. We really don't have any other choice."
"I suppose. But if it is real, it's fairly convincing. Seventh year. This is the seventh year since both you and Voldemort reappeared in the wizarding community. And the Seventh Soul obviously refers to Voldemort as the seventh Horcrux."
"But there's still a few things bothering me about it," Harry said, "First off, Seventh School? Isn't Hogwarts really old?"
Hermione sighed. "Yes, but if you had paid attention in History of Magic, you'd know that Hogwarts isn't the first school of magic. There were schools in Greece, Japan, China, Arabia, and Egypt before England had enough culture to even consider teaching magic. Even Durmstrang is older than Hogwarts.
"The part that worries me is the part about the One fighting the Seven... it sounds like Voldemort's intending this to be the last battle. And if we don't find the Sixth Horcrux, how can we win?"
Harry nodded, but had an answer. "Voldemort's onto us, we know that. He knows we've been destroying the other Horcruxes. I would think he'd have the sixth one with him, to have under his personal protection. If it's the snake, great. If it's not the snake, then we'll have to take whatever it is from him and destroy it before we destroy him."
"But how will we know what it is?"
"I'll think about that when you're gone, but I think we should ask one of the Seven Skulls.
"But you two should get going," Harry finished, looking to an anxious Hagrid. "We have until New Year's Eve, so you two get back before then, with whoever you can find."
Hermione nodded, kissing Harry on the cheek. "Be safe."
"Thanks, you too," he responded. "And good luck."
As he watched Hermione limp over to Ron to say goodbye, Harry turned to Hagrid.
"Be careful," he said, "Keep her safe and keep yourself safe. We need you both."
Hagrid stood straight and tall, which was quite a feat considering his already tall size, bringing his massive hand up to his massive brow in a salute. "I'll do that, Harry."
"If there's any danger..."
"Throw her over my shoulder an' run," Hagrid responded, "Blimey, Harry, I'd do that anyway."
To no one's surprise, the first person to eagerly respond to the coin stepped into the cupboard within an hour of Hagrid and Hermione's departure.
Harry stuck out his hand in greeting. "Hello, Neville."
Neville Longbottom smiled sheepishly, grasping Harry's hand tight. "Hi, Harry."
The first thing Harry noticed was the strength in Neville's grip. As he studied Neville's face, and looked at the cut of his robe, he nodded in approval.
"You've been working out?"
"Yeah," Neville replied, his grin widening slightly. "After the battle last year, I decided I was through being a softie. It's easier to battle wizards if you're as physically tough as you are mentally."
"Plus he was trying to get my attention," said the blonde behind Neville. "He was chubby before."
Harry looked to Luna Lovegood, one eyebrow raised. She looked slightly older, but apparently still enjoyed wearing radishes on her ears.
"You and Neville, huh?"
Neville shrugged shyly as Luna locked onto his arm.
"He was nice to me," she replied in her dreamy way.
Harry laughed and stepped aside to let them through. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "I'm sure Hermione and Ginny will be thrilled to see it."
As the hours passed, more and more wizards and witches stepped through the door. Many arrived alone. Seamus Finnegan was one of those.
"After what happened before Dumbledore's funeral," he said, referring to the argument he had with his mother, "I wasn't able to convince my mother to let me come here. I thought my dad was starting to give, but in the end I just slipped out."
"Are you sure, Seamus?" Ginny asked. "You're not going to get in trouble, or anything?"
Seamus shrugged. "I probably will," he said. "But this is more important, isn't it?
"Besides, it was my first successful Apparition, getting out of my room. I only fell one story."
Others arrived with company. Cho Chang's parents followed her, as well as a face that made Harry's stomach tighten.
"Good to see you, Harry," Amos Diggory said, turning to the Weasleys. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents. They were both wonderful people."
The last time Harry had seen Amos, he was mourning the loss of his son, Cedric, who was the first to die at the hands of the reborn Voldemort. He could understand why he would be here, but...
"The Diggorys have kept in touch with my family ever since... well..." Cho said softly. "When I told my parents about the call, they wanted to help. And Amos was the first person they called."
"I want to do something," Amos said. "I want to do something to avenge my boy. Make sure his death wasn't meaningless."
Harry nodded. "I'm glad you're all here."
By the end of the second night, the ballroom was quickly filling. Harry counted roughly fifty or sixty wizards and witches spread across the chairs and floor.
It was sometime after midnight when a special guest arrived. Harry was sitting at a round table, scribbling plans onto a piece of parchment. Most of the volunteers were asleep, except for a small group in the corner.
"Are you sure it's not, Ron?" Luna whispered. "I heard there were many reports of Sonic Slugs in Egypt. Maybe there's one in your throat."
"Come off it, Luna," Ernie MacMillen said in return. "You can't seriously believe that."
"Well, it was in The Quibbler."
"See? Neville agrees with me," Luna said proudly, leaning against Neville's shoulder.
Suddenly, the fireplace erupted in flame. Out stepped a large man, covered in a thick coat and an equally thick hat. He used the broomstick he was carrying to knock ashes off his boots onto the floor in the dark, barely avoiding Colin Creevey's uncle, who had awoken from all the ruckus.
"Harry Potter?" the man asked with a thick accent. "Are you here?"
"Ah, good," Harry said, looking up from his paper, "Hermione did get in touch with you."
"Yes," Viktor Krum said, as stoic as ever. "It vas smart of her to keep her diary in the library. We've been using it to stay in contact vit each other."
He looked over at the huddled group, now slightly less huddled and with a glowering Ron appearing from the mix. Krum didn't flinch.
"She loves you," he said simply. "Do not worry."
At that, Ron stood up and walked up to Viktor, offering his hand.
Despite the growing number of volunteers, Harry was still worried. Too many people were still missing, people that were important both to him and to the plan that was slowly formulating in his head.
The Weasley family was still on pins and needles. Every hour or so, someone would go outside, walking past an unsuspecting Dursley or two, to see if Hedwig had returned. So far, no Hedwig, which meant that the whereabouts of Bill and Fleur Weasley were also in question.
Ron in particular was tightly wound. Beyond his brother and sister-in-law, there was still no sign of Hermione and Hagrid.
They're okay, though, right? he wrote Harry one night. I mean, if something happened, we'd know.
Harry just shook his head. "The best we can hope for is that they make it back safe," he responded. "We need them, but we have to go New Years Eve, with or without them."
Ron didn't seem too particularly pleased with the answer, but grudgingly took it, rolling up the paper into a ball and setting it aflame with his wand.
He didn't have to wait too much longer, however. On the night of December 29th, the door banged open. Hermione came limping in quickly, waving her arms.
"Clear away, clear away!" she yelled urgently. "I don't know how much longer the concealment spell's going to work! We need to get him in!"
Ron rushed up to her and kissed her deeply. Harry laughed to himself as he saw her body fight between melting and continuing to be tense about whatever it was she was yelling about.
The tension eventually won out. She pulled back and looked around at the space she had made.
After a moment's thought, she said, "No, more, more!" She waved her hands up and down at the surrounding wizards.
"And we should make the ceiling bigger," Kingsley Shacklebolt yelled, walking into the room. Aberforth Dumbledore followed close behind.
Bigger? Harry thought. Why would we need a bigger...?
"Oh, no," Ginny said, looking at Harry with a mixture of dread and fear.
"No, it's alright," Hermione said, running back to the door, "He really is doing a lot better.
"I'm going to Apparate in with him, so everyone be careful where you stand." She ran outside.
A minute later, with the loudest POP they had ever heard from an Apparition, Hermione reappeared in the empty space, seemingly alone.
She turned around and waved her wand, casting a non-verbal incantation. Instantly, a massive giant appeared sitting behind her.
"Hermy," Grawp moaned, patting her on the head gently as the surrounding wizards scattered to be as far away as possible.
Many of them scattered back in the direction they came when Hagrid entered. He wasn't alone.
"Thought Grawp an' 'em mi' come in handy," he said, holding the reins of Buckbeak. "We have a place to keep 'im, don't we, Harry?"
"They'll be fine, Hagrid," Harry said.
Besides, he thought, this place is already starting to smell like a locker room. Why not a zoo, too?
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