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Ron caught up with them five minutes later, in a towering rage.
The screaming inside Harry's head had started again -- except this time, it sounded as though it were coming from a badly tuned radio -- softer and louder and softer again -- and he could still see the dementor -- it had halted -- and then a huge, silver shadow came bursting out of the end of Harry's wand, to hover between him and the dementor, and though Harry's legs felt like water, he was still on his feet -- though for how much longer, he wasn't sure --
Quickly and silently, Harry dodged out from his hiding place and climbed the stairs; looking back, he saw an enormous backside and shiny bald head, buried in a box. Harry reached the door at the top of the stairs, slipped through it, and found himself behind the counter of Honeydukes -- he ducked, crept sideways, and then straightened up.
He lost track of time. It was getting harder and harder to hold his broom straight. The sky was getting darker, as though night had decided to come early. Twice Harry nearly hit another player, without knowing whether it was a teammate or opponent; everyone was now so wet, and the rain so thick, he could hardly tell them apart....
"Yes," said Lupin slowly.
"Lupin drank it?" he gasped. "Is he mad?"
"Can I sit down, then?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Everything under control, sir."
"Oliver, calm down!" said Fred, looking slightly alarmed. "We're taking Hufflepuff very seriously. Seriously."
"I dunno," chuckled Hagrid. "Fred and George Weasley could give 'em a run fer their money."
"Oh, shut up," said Ron as he and Harry drew level with Neville.
Lupin tapped the kettle with his wand and a blast of steam issued suddenly from the spout.
"Good. There's no point moving them all now. I've found a temporary guardian for the Gryffindor portrait hole. You'll be able to move them back in tomorrow."
"Who cares?" said Ron impatiently. "Listen, Harry, can I have a go on it? Can I?"