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"He's Dumbledore's," said Harry, squeezing through himself
Lucius Malfoy stood frozen, staring at the elf Then he lunged at Harry.
He turned to go.
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."
Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"But that was years ago," said Aragog fretfully. "Years and years ago. I remember it well. That's why they made him leave the school. They believed that I was the monster that dwells in what they call the Chamber of Secrets. They thought that Hagrid had opened the Chamber and set me free."
Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken.
Harry slid down the wall. He gripped the fang that was spreading poison through his body and wrenched it out of his arm. But he knew it was too late. White-hot pain was spreading slowly and steadily from the wound. Even as he dropped the fang and watched his own blood soaking his robes, his vision went foggy. The Chamber was dissolving in a whirl of dull color.
"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."
"Thanks," said Harry, stretching out his hand for it.
Lockhart bounded into the room and the class stared at him. Every other teacher in the place was looking grimmer than usual, but Lockhart appeared nothing short of buoyant.
"Prove it," he hissed.
I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."
And beneath this, a single word had been written, in a hand Harry recognized as Hermione's. Pipes.
Fawkes was soaring around its head, and the basilisk was snapping furiously at him with fangs long and thin as sabers