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Ham carrying me on his back and a small box of ours under his
Harry hadn't gotten to sleep until daybreak. He had awoken to find the dormitory deserted, dressed, and gone down the spiral staircase to a common room that was completely empty except for Ron, who was eating a Peppermint Toad and massaging his stomach, and Hermione, who had spread her homework over three tables.
Harry bit his lip. He didn't know what had happened and didn't want to admit it — but Snape seemed to have guessed the truth.
He looked up. Riddle was still watching him - twirling Harry's wand between his long fingers.
Harry kept reminding himself that Lily had intervened; his mother had been decent. Yet, the memory of the look on her face as she had shouted at James disturbed him quite as much as anything else; she had clearly loathed James, and Harry simply could not understand how they could have ended up married. Once or twice he even wondered whether James had forced her into it ...
