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Harry's mind was racing.
Ron had fallen asleep in the dark common room, waiting for them to return. He shouted something about Quidditch fouls when Harry roughly shook him awake. In a matter of seconds, though, he was wide-eyed as Harry began to tell him and Hermione what had happened in the forest.
He blinked. It wasn't the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses. How strange.
"I always said he was off his rocker," said Ron, looking quite impressed at how crazy his hero was.
"Will you stop saying the name!" Ron hissed.
"Neville," she said, "I'm really, really sorry about this."
"Yes -- thank you -- what was that?"
"We'd better put the cloak on here, and make sure it covers all three of us -- if Filch spots one of our feet wandering along on its own --"
"He lies... He lies..."
I want to go to the feast," he told Madam Pomfrey as she straightened his many candy boxes. I can, can't I?"
"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it there."
Ron couldn't get worked up, it was too hot.
"Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day... put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older... I know you hate to hear this... when you are ready, you will know."
"Three days. Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried."