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formed me so。
'Clearly； it was very important for you to talk to somebody。 Was it Albus Dumbledore？ Or the half…breed； Hagrid？ I doubt it was Minerva McGonagall； I hear she is still too ill to talk to anyone。'
Malfoy and a few of the other members of the Inquisitorial Squad laughed some more at that。 Harry found he was so full of rage and hatred he was shaking。
'It's none of your business who I talk to；' he snarled。
Umbridge's slack face seemed to tighten。
'Very well；' she said in her most dangerous and falsely sweet voice。 'Very well； Mr Potter： I offered you the chance to tell me freely。 You refused。 I have no alternative but to force you。 Draco … fetch Professor Snape。'
Malfoy stowed Harry's wand inside his robes and left the room smirking； but Harry hardly noticed。 He had just realised something； he could not believe he had been so stupid as to forget it。 He had thought that all the members of the Order； all those who could help him save Sirius； were gone … but he had been wrong。 There was still a member of the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts … Snape。
There was silence in the office except for the fidgetings and scufflings resulting from the Slytherins' efforts to keep Ron and the others under control。 Ron's lip was bleeding on to Umbridge's carpet as he struggled against Warrington's half…nelson； Ginny was still trying to stamp on the feet of the sixth…year girl who had both her upper arms in a tight grip； Neville was turning steadily more purple in the face while tugging at Crabbe's arms； and Hermione was attempting； in vain； to throw Millicent Bulstrode off her。 Luna； however； stood limply by the side of her captor； gazing vaguely out of the window as though rather bored by the proceedings。
Harry looked back at Umbridge； who was watching him closely。 He kept his face deliberately smooth and blank as footsteps were heard in the corridor outside and Draco Malfoy entered the room； closely followed by Snape。
'You wanted to see me； Headmistress？' said Snape； looking around at all the pairs of struggling students with an expression of plete indifference。
'Ah； Professor Snape；' said Umbridge； smiling widely and standing up again。 'Yes； I would like another bottle of Veritaserum； as quick as you can； please。'
'You took my last bottle to interrogate Potter；' he said； surveying her coolly through his greasy curtains of black hair。 'Surely you did not use it all？ I told you that three drops would be sufficient。'
Umbridge flushed。
'You can make some more； can't you？' she said； her voice being more sweetly girlish as it always did when she was furious。
'Certainly；' said Snape； his lip curling。 'It takes a full moon…cycle to mature； so I should have it ready for you in around a month。'
'A month？' squawked Umbridge； swelling toadishly。 'A month？ But I need it this evening； Snape！ I have just found Potter using my fire to municate with a person or persons unknown！'
'Really？' said Snape； showing his first； faint sign of interest as he looked round at Harry。 'Well； it doesn't surprise me。 Potter has never shown much inclination to follow school rules。'
His cold； dark eyes were boring into Harry's； who met his gaze unflinchingly； concentrating hard on what he had seen in his dream； willing Snape to read it in his mind； to understand：
'I wish to interrogate him！' repeated Umbridge angrily； and Snape looked away from Harry back into her furiously quivering face。 'I wish you to provide me with a potion that will force him to tell me the truth！'
'I have already told you；' said Snape smoothly； 'that I have no further stocks of Veritaserum。 Unless you wish to poison Potter …and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy with you if you did … I cannot help you。 The only trouble is that most venoms act too fast to give the victim much time for truth…telling。'
Snape looked back at Harry； who stared at him； frantic to municate without words。
Voldemort's got Sirius in the Department of Mysteries； he thought desperately。 Voldemort's got Sirius …
'You are on probation！' shrieked Professor Umbridge； and Snape looked back at her； his eyebrows slightly raised。 'You are being deliberately unhelpful！ I expected better； Lucius Malfoy always speaks most highly of you！ Now get out of my office！'
Snape gave her an ironic bow and turned to leave。 Harry knew his last chance of letting the Order know what was going on was walking out of the door。
'He's got Padfoot！' he shouted。 'He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden！'
Snape had stopped with his hand on Umbridges door handle。
'Padfoot？' cried Professor Umbridge； looking eagerly from Harry to Snape。 'What is Padfoot？ Where what is hidden？ What does he mean； Snape？'
Snape looked round at Harry。 His face was inscrutable。 Harry could not tell whether he had understood or not； but he did not dare speak more plainly in front of Umbridge。
'I have no idea；' said Snape coldly。 'Potter； when I want nonsense shouted at me I shall give you a Babbling Beverage。 And Crabbe； loosen your hold a little。 If Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork and I am afraid I shall have to mention it on your reference if ever you apply for a job。'
He closed the door behind him with a snap； leaving Harry in a state of worse turmoil than before： Snape had been his very last hope。 He looked at Umbridge； who seemed to be feeling the same way； her chest was heaving with rage and frustration。
'Very well；' she said； and she pulled out her wand。 'Very well： I am left with no alternative： this is more than a matter of school discipline： this is an issue of Ministry security： yes： yes：'
She seemed to be talking herself into something。 She was shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot； staring at Harry； beating her wand against her empty palm and breathing heavily。 As he watched her； Harry felt horribly powerless without his own wand。
'You are forcing me； Potter： I do not want to；' said Umbridge； still moving restlessly on the spot； 'but sometimes circumstances justify the use： I am sure the Minister will understand that I had no choice'。
Malfoy was watching her with a hungry expression on his face。
The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue；' said Umbridge quietly。
'No！' shrieked Hermione。 'Professor Umbridge … it's illegal。'
But Umbridge took no notice。 There was a nasty； eager； excited look on her face that Harry had never seen before。 She raised her wand。
The Minister wouldn't want you to break the law； Professor Umbridge！' cried Hermione。
'What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him；' said Umbridge； who was now panting slightly as she pointed her wand at different parts of Harry's body in turn； apparently trying to decide where it would hurt most。 'He never knew I ordered Dementors to go after Potter last summer； but he was delighted to be given the chance to expel him； all the same。'
'It was you？' gasped Harry。 'You sent the Dementors after me？'
'Somebody had to act；' breathed Umbridge； as her wand came to rest pointing directly at Harry's forehead。 They were all bleating about silencing you somehow … discrediting you … but I was the one who actually did something about it： only you wriggled out of that one； didn't you； Potter？ Not today though； not now …' And taking a deep breath； she cried； 'Cruc…'
'NO！' shouted Hermione in a cracked voice from behind Millicent Bulstrode。 'No … Harry … we'll have to tell her！'
'No way！' yelled Harry； staring at the little of Hermione he could see。
'We'll have to； Harry； she'll force it out of you anyway； what's： what's the point？'
And Hermione began to cry weakly into the back of Millicent Bulstrode's robes。 Millicent stopped trying to squash her against the wall immediately and dodged out of her way looking disgusted。
'Well； well； well！' said Umbridge； looking triumphant。 'Little Miss Question…all is going to give us some answers！ e on then； girl； e on！'
'Er … my … nee … no！' shouted Ron through his gag。
Ginny was staring at Hermione as though she had never seen her before。 Neville； still choking for breath； was gazing at her； too。 But Harry had just noticed something。 Though Hermione was sobbing desperately into her hands； there was no trace of a tear。
'I'm … I'm sorry everyone；' said Hermione。 'But … I can't stand it …'
That's right； that's right； girl！' said Umbridge； seizing Hermione by the shoulders； thrusting her into the abandoned chintz chair and leaning over her。 'Now then： with whom was Potter municating just now？'
'Well；' gulped Hermione into her hands； 'well； he was trying to speak to Professor Dumbledore。'
Ron froze； his eyes wide； Ginny stopped trying to stamp on her Slytherin captor's toes； and even Luna looked mildly surprised。 Fortunately； the attention of Umbridge and her minions was focused too exclusively upon Hermione to notice these suspicious signs。
'Dumbledore？' said Umbridge eagerly。 'You know where Dumbledore is； then？'
'Well： no！' sobbed Hermione。 'We've tried the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley and the Th