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Harry raised his head. Riddle was pointing Harry's wand at
Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.
Harry looked up at the tunnel ceiling. Huge cracks had appeared in it. He had never tried to break apart anything as large as these rocks by magic, and now didn't seem a good moment to try - what if the whole tunnel caved in?
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily.
"You won't be needing it," he said.
Harry and Ron waited for the distant sounds of two dormitory doors closing before seizing the cloak, throwing it over themselves, and climbing through the portrait hole.
They listened. Some distance to their right, the something big was snapping branches as it carved a path through the trees.
"What is it?" he said, clicking his pincers rapidly.
"Professor Dumbledore," he said hurriedly. "Can I give that diary back to Mr. Malfoy, please?"
Ginny jumped up as though her chair had just been electrified, gave Percy a fleeting, frightened look, and scampered away. Percy sat down and grabbed a mug from the center of the table.
"Hello," he said. "Odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?"
Harry tucked the sword and the Sorting Hat into his belt, Ron took hold of the back of Harry's robes, and Harry reached out and took hold of Fawkes's strangely hot tail feathers.
"I know you haven 't, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
"And so you met Tom Riddle," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. "I imagine he was most interested in you . . . . "