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expressly forbidden them to visit him after dark。
'If she catches yeh； it'll be all of our necks on the line；' he told them flatly； and with no desire to do anything that might jeopardise his job further they abstained from walking down to his hut in the evenings。
It seemed to Harry that Umbridge was steadily depriving him of everything that made his life at Hogwarts worth living： visits to Hagrid's house； letters from Sirius； his Firebolt and Quidditch。 He took his revenge the only way he could … by redoubling his efforts for the DA。
Harry was pleased to see that all of them； even Zacharias Smith； had been spurred on to work harder than ever by the news that ten more Death Eaters were now on the loose； but in nobody was this improvement more pronounced than in Neville。 The news of his parents' attackers' escape had wrought a strange and even slightly alarming change in him。 He had not once mentioned his meeting with Harry； Ron and Hermione on the closed ward in St Mungo's and； taking their lead from him； they had kept quiet about it too。 Nor had he said anything on the subject of Bellatrix and her fellow torturers' escape。 In fact； Neville barely spoke during the DA meetings any more； but worked relentlessly on every new jinx and counter…curse Harry taught them； his plump face screwed up in concentration； apparently indifferent to injuries or accidents and working harder than anyone else in the room。 He was improving so fast it was quite unnerving and when Harry taught them the Shield Charm … a means of deflecting minor jinxes so that they rebounded upon the attacker … only Hermione mastered the charm faster than Neville。
Harry would have given a great deal to be making as much progress at Occlumency as Neville was making during the DA meetings。 Harry's sessions with Snape； which had started badly enough； were not improving。 On the contrary Harry felt he was getting worse with every lesson。
Before he had started studying Occlumency； his scar had prickled occasionally； usually during the night； or else following one of those strange flashes of Voldemort's thoughts or mood that he experienced every now and then。 Nowadays； however； his scar hardly ever stopped prickling； and he often felt lurches of annoyance or cheerfulness that were unrelated to what was happening to him at the time； which were always acpanied by a particularly painful twinge from his scar。 He had the horrible impression that he was slowly turning into a kind of aerial that was tuned in to tiny fluctuations in Voldemorts mood； and he was sure he could date this increased sensitivity firmly from his first Occlumency lesson with Snape。 What was more； he was now dreaming about walking down the corridor towards the entrance to the Department of Mysteries almost every night； dreams which always culminated in him standing longingly in front of the plain black door。
'Maybe it's a bit like an illness；' said Hermione； looking concerned when Harry confided in her and Ron。 'A fever or something。 It has to get worse before it gets better。'
The lessons with Snape are making it worse；' said Harry flatly。 'I'm getting sick of my scar hurting and I'm getting bored with walking down that corridor every night。' He rubbed his forehead angrily。 'I just wish the door would open； I'm sick of standing staring at it …'
That's not funny；' said Hermione sharply。 'Dumbledore doesn't want you to have dreams about that corridor at all； or he wouldn't have asked Snape to teach you Occlumency。 You're just going to have to work a bit harder in your lessons。'
'I am working！' said Harry nettled。 'You try it some time … Snape trying to get inside your head … it's not a bundle of laughs； you know！'
'Maybe：' said Ron slowly。
'Maybe what？' said Hermione； rather snappishly。
'Maybe it's not Harry's fault he can't close his mind；' said Ron darkly。
'What do you mean？' said Hermione。
'Well； maybe Snape isn't really trying to help Harry：'
Harry and Hermione stared at him。 Ron looked darkly and meaningfully from one to the other。
'Maybe；' he said again； in a lower voice； 'he's actually trying to open Harry's mind a bit wider： make it easier for You…Know…'
'Shut up； Ron；' said Hermione angrily。 'How many times have you suspected Snape； and when have you ever been right？ Dumbledore trusts him； he works for the Order； that ought to be enough。'
'He used to be a Death Eater；' said Ron stubbornly。 'And we've never seen proof that he really swapped sides。'
'Dumbledore trusts him；' Hermione repeated。 'And if we can't trust Dumbledore； we can't trust anyone。'
* * *
With so much to worry about and so much to do … startling amounts of homework that frequently kept the fifth…years working until past midnight； secret DA sessions and regular classes with Snape …January seemed to be passing alarmingly fast。 Before Harry knew it； February had arrived； bringing with it wetter and warmer weather and the prospect of the second Hogsmeade visit of the year。 Harry had had very little time to spare for conversations with Cho since they had agreed to visit the village together； but suddenly found himself facing a Valentine's Day spent entirely in her pany。
On the morning of the fourteenth he dressed particularly carefully。 He and Ron arrived at breakfast just in time for the arrival of the post owls。 Hedwig was not there … not that Harry had expected her … but Hermione was tugging a letter from the beak of an unfamiliar brown owl as they sat down。
'And about time！ If it hadn't e today：' she said； eagerly tearing open the envelope and pulling out a small piece of parchment。 Her eyes sped from left to right as she read through the message and a grimly pleased expression spread across her face。
'Listen； Harry；' she said； looking up at him； 'this is really important。 Do you think you could meet me in the Three Broomsticks around midday？'
'Well： I dunno；' said Harry uncertainly。 'Cho might be expecting me to spend the whole day with her。 We never said what we were going to do。'
'Well； bring her along if you must；' said Hermione urgently。 'But will you e？'
'Well： all right； but why？'
'I haven't got time to tell you now； I've got to answer this quickly。'
And she hurried out of the Great Hall； the letter clutched in one hand and a piece of toast in the other。
'Are you ing？' Harry asked Ron； but he shook his head； looking glum。
'I can't e into Hogsmeade at all； Angelina wants a full day's training。 Like it's going to help； we're the worst team I've ever seen。 You should see Sloper and Kirke； they're pathetic； even worse than I am。' He heaved a great sigh。 'I dunno why Angelina won't just let me resign。'
'It's because you're good when you're on form； that's why；' said Harry irritably。
He found it very hard to be sympathetic to Ron's plight； when he himself would have given almost anything to be playing in the forthing match against Hufflepuff。 Ron seemed to have noticed Harry's tone； because he did not mention Quidditch again during breakfast； and there was a slight frostiness in the way they said goodbye to each other shortly afterwards。 Ron departed for the Quidditch pitch and Harry； after attempting to flatten his hair while staring at his reflection in the back of a teaspoon； proceeded alone to the Entrance Hall to meet Cho； feeling very apprehensive and wondering what on earth they were going to talk about。
She was waiting for him a little to the side of the oak front doors； looking very pretty with her hair tied back in a long pony…tail。 Harry's feet seemed to be too big for his body as he walked towards her and he was suddenly horribly aware of his arms and how stupid they must look swinging at his sides。
'Hi；' said Cho slightly breathlessly。
'Hi；' said Harry。
They stared at each other for a moment； then Harry said； 'Well … er … shall we go； then？'
'Oh … yes：'
They joined the queue of people being signed out by Filch； occasionally catching each other's eye and grinning shiftily； but not talking to each other。 Harry was relieved when they reached the fresh air； finding it easier to walk along in silence than just stand about looking awkward。 It was a fresh； breezy sort of a day and as they passed the Quidditch stadium Harry glimpsed Ron and
Ginny skimming along over the stands and felt a horrible pang that he was not up there with them。
'You really miss it； don't you？' said Cho。
He looked round and saw her watching him。
'Yeah；' sighed Harry。 'I do。'
'Remember the first time we played against each other； in the third year？' she asked him。
'Yeah；' said Harry； grinning。 'You kept blocking me。'
'And Wood told you not to be a gentleman and knock me off my broom if you had to；' said Cho； smiling reminiscently。 'I heard he got taken on by Pride of Portree； is that right？'
'Nah； it was Puddlemere United； I saw him at the World Cup last year。'
'Oh； I saw you there； too； remember？ We were on the same campsite。 It was really good； wasn't it？'
The subject of the Quidditch World Cup carried them all the way down the drive and out through the gat