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"You don't think they've been hurt, do you?" whispered Hermione.
They looked around, as if hoping to see a sign pointing them in the right direction. They had never been told where Dumbledore lived, nor did they know anyone who had been sent to see him.
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?
Hermione pointed at a rounded bottle at the right end of the line.
"But I heard you a few days ago, sobbing -- I thought Snape was threatening you...."
"But Snape always seemed to hate me so much."
Harry climbed over it and looked down through the trapdoor. There was no sign of the bottom.
"What can you see?" Hermione said anxiously.
They stepped over the threshold, and immediately a fire sprang up behind them in the doorway. It wasn't ordinary fire either; it was purple. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onward. They were trapped.
Harry stared at the back of Firenze's head, which was dappled silver in the moonlight.
"Master, I cannot hold him -- my hands -- my hands!"
Firenze suddenly reared on to his hind legs in anger, so that Harry had to grab his shoulders to stay on.
"But Snape tried to kill me!"
Harry had taken one step toward it when a slithering sound made him freeze where he stood. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered.... Then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Malfoy, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side, and began to drink its blood.
"Harry -- you're a great wizard, you know."