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He hadn't told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron -and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. The fact remained, however, that it had now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, he had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, fallen fifty feet from his broomstick. Was the Grim going to haunt him until he actually died? Was he going to spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder for the beast?
"It's stress!" said Ron. "He'd be fine if that big stupid furball left him alone!"
"But surely you already knew that, Sibyll?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyebrows raised.
"Did someone get my Nimbus?"
His eyes filled with tears. Norbert was the baby dragon Hagrid had once won in a game of cards.
They huddled at the edge of the field under a large umbrella; Harry took off his glasses and wiped them hurriedly on his robes.
"Brilliant!" he called hoarsely after her as she disappeared into the crowd. "Okay, team, let's go for it!"
"What's the matter?" said Ron.
"Like what?" said Harry.
"Come on!" he growled at his Nimbus as the rain whipped his face. 'Taster!"
"Wait a moment, Harry," Lupin called. "I'd like a word."
"So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister?" came Madam Rosmerta's voice.
"If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for very long. He seems aware, himself, that his time is short. He positively fled when I offered to crystal gaze for him --"
Lupin drained the goblet and pulled a face.