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position。　Now；　if　you'll　just　follow　the　Patronuses；　you'll　be　able　to　leave　the　Atrium。〃
They　managed　to　get　up　the　stone　stops　without　being　intercepted；　but　as　they　approached　the　lifts　Harry　started　to　have　misgivings。　If　they　emerged　into　the　Atrium　with　a　silver　stag；　and　otter　soaring　alongside　it；　and　twenty　or　so　people；　half　of　them　accused　Muggle…borns；　he　could　not　help　feeling　that　they　would　attract　unwanted　attention。　He　had　just　reached　this　unwelcome　conclusion　when　the　lift　clanged　to　a　halt　in　front　of　them。
〃Reg！〃　screamed　Mrs。　Cattermole；　and　she　threw　herself　into　Ron's　arms。　〃Runcorn　let　me　out；　he　attacked　Umbridge　and　Yaxley；　and　he's　told　all　of　us　to　leave　the　country。　I　think　we'd　better　do　it；　Reg；　I　really　do；　let's　hurry　home　and　fetch　the　children　and　…　why　are　you　so　wet？〃
〃Water；〃　muttered　Ron；　disengaging　himself。　〃Harry；　they　know　there　are　intruders　inside　the　Ministry；　something　about　a　hole　in　Umbridge's　office　door。　I　reckon　we've　got　five　minutes　if　that　…〃
Hermione's　Patronus　vanished　with　a　ipopi　as　she　turned　a　horror　struck　face　to　Harry。
〃Harry；　if　we're　trapped　here　…　！〃
〃We　won't　be　if　we　move　fast；〃　said　Harry。　He　addressed　the　silent　group　behind　them；　who　were　all　gawping　at　him。
〃Who's　got　wands？〃
About　half　of　them　raised　their　hands。
〃Okay；　all　of　you　who　haven't　got　wands　need　to　attach　yourself　to　somebody　who　has。　We'll　need　to　be　fast　before　they　stop　us。　Come　on。〃
They　managed　to　cram　themselves　into　two　lifts。　Harry's　Patronus　stood　sentinel　before　the　golden　grilles　as　they　shut　and　the　lifts　began　to　rise。
〃Level　eight；〃　said　the　witch's　cool　voice；　〃Atrium。〃
Harry　knew　at　once　that　they　were　in　trouble。　The　Atrium　was　full　of　people　moving　from　fireplace　to　fireplace；　sealing　them　off。
〃Harry！〃　squeaked　Hermione。　〃What　are　we　going　to　…　？〃
〃STOP！〃　Harry　thundered；　and　the　powerful　voice　of　Runcorn　echoed　through　the　Atrium：　The　wizards　sealing　the　fireplaces　froze。　〃Follow　me；〃　he　whispered　to　the　group　of　terrified　Muggle…borns；　who　moved　forward　in　a　huddle；　shepherded　by　Ron　and　Hermione。
〃What's　up；　Albert？〃　said　the　same　balding　wizard　who　had　followed　Harry　out　of　the　fireplace　earlier。　He　looked　nervous。
〃This　lot　need　to　leave　before　you　seal　the　exits；〃　said　Harry　with　all　the　authority　he　could　muster。
The　group　of　wizards　in　front　of　him　looked　at　one　another。
〃We've　been　told　to　seal　all　exits　and　not　let　anyone　…〃
〃iAre　you　contradicting　me？i〃　Harry　blustered。　〃Would　you　like　me　to　have　your　family　tree　examined；　like　I　had　Dirk　Cresswell's？〃
〃Sorry！〃　gasped　the　balding　wizard；　backing　away。　〃I　didn't　mean　nothing；　Albert；　but　I　thoughta133　I　thought　they　were　in　for　questioning　anda133〃
〃Their　blood　is　pure；〃　said　Harry；　and　his　deep　voice　echoed　impressively　through　the　hall。　〃Purer　than　many　of　yours；　I　daresay。　Off　you　go；〃　he　boomed　to　the　Muggle…borns；　who　scurried　forward　into　the　fireplaces　and　began　to　vanish　in　pairs。　The　Ministry　wizards　hung　back；　some　looking　confused；　others　scared　and　fearful。　Then：
〃Mary！〃
Mrs。　Cattermole　looked　over　her　shoulder。　The　real　Reg　Cattermole；　no　longer　vomiting　but　pale　and　wan；　had　just　come　running　out　of　a　lift。
〃R…　Reg？〃
She　looked　from　her　husband　to　Ron；　who　swore　loudly。
The　balding　wizard　gaped；　his　head　turning　ludicrously　from　one　Reg　Cattermole　to　the　other。
〃Hey　…　what's　going　on？　What　is　this？〃
〃Seal　the　exit！　SEAL　IT！〃
Yaxley　had　burst　out　of　another　lift　and　was　running　toward　the　group　beside　the　fireplaces；　into　which　all　of　the　Muggle…borns　but　Mrs。　Cattermole　had　now　vanished。　As　the　balding　wizard　lifted　his　wand；　Harry　raised　an　enormous　fist　and　punched　him；　sending　him　flying　through　the　air。
〃He's　been　helping　Muggle…borns　escape；　Yaxley！〃　Harry　shouted。
The　balding　wizard's　colleagues　set　up　and　uproar；　under　cover　of　which　Ron　grabbed　Mrs。　Cattermole；　pulled　her　into　the　still…open　fireplace；　and　disappeared。　Confused；　Yaxley　looked　from　Harry　to　the　punched　wizard；　while　the　real　Reg　Cattermole　screamed；　〃My　wife！　Who　was　that　with　my　wife？　What's　going　on？〃
Harry　saw　Yaxley's　head　turn；　saw　an　inkling　of　truth　dawn　on　that　brutish　face。
〃Come　on！〃　Harry　shouted　at　Hermione；　he　seized　her　hand　and　they　jumped　into　the　fireplace　together　as　Yaxley's　curse　sailed　over　Harry's　head。　They　spun　for　a　few　seconds　before　shooting　up　out　of　a　toilet　into　a　cubicle。　Harry　flung　open　the　door：　Ron　was　standing　there　beside　the　sinks；　still　wrestling　with　Mrs。　Cattermole。
〃Reg；　I　don't　understand　…〃
〃Let　go；　I'm　not　your　husband；　you've　got　to　go　home！〃
There　was　a　noise　in　the　cubicle　behind　them；　Harry　looked　around；　Yaxley　had　just　appeared。
〃LET'S　GO！〃　Harry　yelled。　He　seized　Hermione　by　the　hand　and　Ron　by　the　arm　and　turned　on　the　stop。
Darkness　engulfed　them；　along　with　the　sensation　of　compressing　hands；　but　something　was　wronga133。　Hermione's　hand　seemed　to　be　sliding　out　of　his　gripa133。
He　wondered　whether　he　was　going　to　suffocate；　he　could　not　breathe　or　see　and　the　only　solid　things　in　the　world　were　Ron's　arm　and　Hermione's　fingers；　which　were　slowly　slipping　awaya133。
And　then　he　saw　the　door　to　number　twelve；　Grimmauld　Place；　with　its　serpent　door　knocker；　but　before　he　could　draw　breath；　there　was　a　scream　and　a　flash　of　purple　light：　Hermione's　hand　was　suddenly　vicelike　upon　his　and　everything　went　dark　again。

pC0=〃Chapter　Fourteen：　The　Thief〃
bChapter　Fourteen
iThe　Thiefib
Harry　opened　his　eyes　and　was　dazzled　by　gold　and　green；　he　had　no　idea　what　had　happened；　he　only　knew　that　he　was　lying　on　what　seemed　to　be　leaves　and　twigs。　Struggling　to　draw　breath　into　lungs　that　felt　flattened；　he　blinked　and　realized　that　the　gaudy　glare　was　sunlight　streaming　through　a　canopy　of　leaves　far　above　him。　Then　an
object　twitched　close　to　his　face。　He　pushed　himself　onto　his　hands　and　knees；　ready　to　face　some　small；　fierce　creature；　but　saw　that　the　object　was　Ron's　foot。　Looking　around；　Harry　saw　that　they　and　Hermione　were　lying　on　a　forest　floor；　apparently　alone。
Harry's　first　thought　was　of　the　Forbidden　Forest；　and　for　a　moment；　even　though　he　knew　how　foolish　and　dangerous　it　would　be　for　them　to　appear　in　the　grounds　of　Hogwarts；　his　heart　leapt　at　the　thought　of　sneaking　through　the　trees　to　Hagrid's　hut。　However；　in　the　few　moments　it　took　for　Ron　to　give　a　low　groan　and　Harry　to　start　crawling　toward　him；　he　realized　that　this　was　not　the　Forbidden　Forest；　The　trees　looked　younger；　they　were　more　widely　spaced；　the　ground　clearer。
He　met　Hermione；　also　on　her　hands　and　knees；　at　Ron's　head。　The　moment　his　eyes　fell　upon　Ron；　all　other　concerns　fled　Harry's　mind；　for　blood　drenched　the　whole　of　Ron's　left　side　and　his　face　stood　out；　grayish…white；　against　the　leaf…strewn　earth。　The　Polyjuice　Potion　was　wearing　off　now：　Ron　was　halfway　between　Cattermole　and　himself　in　appearance；　his　hair　turning　redder　and　redder　as　his　face　drained　of　the　little　color　it　had　left。
〃What's　happened　to　him？〃
〃Splinched；〃　said　Hermione；　her　fingers　already　busy　at　Ron's　sleeve；　where　the　blood　was　wettest　and　darkest。
Harry　watched；　horrified；　as　she　tore　open　Ron's　short。　He　had　always　thought　of　Splinching　as　something　comical；　but　this　。　。　。　His　insides　crawled　unpleasantly　as　Hermione　laid　bare　Ron's　upper　arm；　where　a　great　chunk　of　flesh　was　missing；　scooped　cleanly　away　as　though　by　a　knife。
〃Harry；　quickly；　in　my　bag；　there's　a　small　bottle　labeled　'Essence　of　Dittany'…　〃
〃Bag　…　right　…〃
Harry　sped　to　the　place　where　Hermione　had　landed；　seized　the　tiny　beaded　bag；　and　thrust　his　hand　inside　it。　At　once；　object　after　object　began　presenting　itself　to　his　touch：　He　felt　the　leather　spines　of　books；　woolly　sleeves　of　jumpers；　heels　of　shoes　…
〃iQuickly！i〃
He　grabbed　his　wand　from　the　ground　and　pointed　it　into　the　depths　of　the　magical　bag。
〃iAccio　Dittany！i〃
A　small　brown　bottle　zoomed　out　of　the　bag；　he　caught　it　and　hastened　back　to　Hermione　and　Ron；　whose　eyes　were　now　half…closed；　strips　of　white　eyeball　all　that　were　visible　between　his　lids。
〃He's　fainted；〃　said　Hermione；　who　was　also　rather　pale；　she　no　longer　looked　like　Mafalda；　though　her　hair　was　still　gray　in　places。　〃Unstopper　it　for　me；　Harry；　my　hands　are　shaking。〃
Harry　wrenched　the　stopper　off　the　little　bottle；　Hermione　took　it　and　poured　three　drops　of　the　potion　onto　the　bleeding　wound。　Greenish　smoke　billowed　upward　and　when　it　had　cleared；　Harry　saw　that　the　bleeding　had　stopped。　The　wound　now　looked　several　days　old；　new　skin　stretched　over　what　had　just　been　open　flesh。
〃Wow；〃　said　Harry。
〃It's　all　I　feel　safe　doing；〃　said　Hermione　shakily。　〃There　are　spells　that　would　put　him　completely　right；　but　I　daren't　try　in　case　I　do　them　wrong　and　cause　more　damage。　。　。　。　He's　lost　so　much　blood　already。　。　。　。〃
〃How　did　he　get　hurt？　I　mean〃　…　Harry　shook　his　head；　trying　to　clear　it；　to　make　sense　of　whatever　had　just　taken　place　…　〃why　are　we　here？　I　thought　we　were　going　back　to　Grimmauld　Place？〃
Hermione　took　a　deep　breath。　She　looked　close　to　tears。
〃Harry；　I　don't　think　we're　going　to　be　able　to　go　back　there。〃
〃What　d'you　…　？〃
〃As　we　Disapparated；　Yaxley　caught　hold　of　me　and　I　couldn't　get　rid　of　him；　he　was　too　strong；　and　he　was　still　holding　on　when　we　arrived　at　Grimmauld　Place；　and　then　…　well；　I　think　he　must　have　seen　the　door；　and　thought　we　were　stopping　there；　so　he　slackened　his　grip　and　I　managed　to　sake　him　off　and　I　brought　us　here　instead！〃
〃But　then；　where's　he？　Hang　on。　。　。　。　You　don't　mean　he's　at　Grimmauld　Place？　He　can't　get　in　there？〃
Her　eyes　sparkled　with　unshed　tears　as　she　nodded。
〃Harry；　I　think　he　can。　I　…　I　forced　him　to　let　go　with　a　Revulsion　Jinx；　but　I'd　already　taken　him　inside　the　Fidelius　Charm's　protection。　Since　Dumbledore　died；　we're　Secret…Keepers；　so　I've　given　him　the　secret；　haven't　I？〃
There　was　no　pretending；　Harry　was　sure　she　was　right。　It　was　a　serious　blow。　If　Yaxley　could　now　get　inside　the　house；　there　was　no　way　that　they　could　return。　Even　now；　he　could　be　bringing　other　Death　Eaters　in　there　by　Apparition。　Gloomy　and　oppressive　though　the　house　was；　it　had　been　their　one　safe　refuge；　even；　now　that　Kreacher　was　so　much　happier　and　friendlier；　a　kind　of　home。　With　a　twinge　of　regret