〃Sorry！〃 gasped the balding wizard； backing away。 〃I didn't mean nothing； Albert； but I thoughta133 I thought they were in for questioning anda133〃
〃Their blood is pure；〃 said Harry； and his deep voice echoed impressively through the hall。 〃Purer than many of yours； I daresay。 Off you go；〃 he boomed to the Muggle…borns； who scurried forward into the fireplaces and began to vanish in pairs。 The Ministry wizards hung back； some looking confused； others scared and fearful。 Then：
〃Mary！〃
Mrs。 Cattermole looked over her shoulder。 The real Reg Cattermole； no longer vomiting but pale and wan； had just e running out of a lift。
〃R… Reg？〃
She looked from her husband to Ron； who swore loudly。
The balding wizard gaped； his head turning ludicrously from one Reg Cattermole to the other。
〃Hey … what's going on？ What is this？〃
〃Seal the exit！ SEAL IT！〃
Yaxley had burst out of another lift and was running toward the group beside the fireplaces； into which all of the Muggle…borns but Mrs。 Cattermole had now vanished。 As the balding wizard lifted his wand； Harry raised an enormous fist and punched him； sending him flying through the air。
〃He's been helping Muggle…borns escape； Yaxley！〃 Harry shouted。
The balding wizard's colleagues set up and uproar； under cover of which Ron grabbed Mrs。 Cattermole； pulled her into the still…open fireplace； and disappeared。 Confused； Yaxley looked from Harry to the punched wizard； while the real Reg Cattermole screamed； 〃My wife！ Who was that with my wife？ What's going on？〃
Harry saw Yaxley's head turn； saw an inkling of truth dawn on that brutish face。
〃e on！〃 Harry shouted at Hermione； he seized her hand and they jumped into the fireplace together as Yaxley's curse sailed over Harry's head。 They spun for a few seconds before shooting up out of a toilet into a cubicle。 Harry flung open the door： Ron was standing there beside the sinks； still wrestling with Mrs。 Cattermole。
〃Reg； I don't understand …〃
〃Let go； I'm not your husband； you've got to go home！〃
There was a noise in the cubicle behind them； Harry looked around； Yaxley had just appeared。
〃LET'S GO！〃 Harry yelled。 He seized Hermione by the hand and Ron by the arm and turned on the stop。
Darkness engulfed them； along with the sensation of pressing hands； but something was wronga133。 Hermione's hand seemed to be sliding out of his gripa133。
He wondered whether he was going to suffocate； he could not breathe or see and the only solid things in the world were Ron's arm and Hermione's fingers； which were slowly slipping awaya133。
And then he saw the door to number twelve； Grimmauld Place； with its serpent door knocker； but before he could draw breath； there was a scream and a flash of purple light： Hermione's hand was suddenly vicelike upon his and everything went dark again。
pC0=〃Chapter Fourteen： The Thief〃
bChapter Fourteen
iThe Thiefib
Harry opened his eyes and was dazzled by gold and green； he had no idea what had happened； he only knew that he was lying on what seemed to be leaves and twigs。 Struggling to draw breath into lungs that felt flattened； he blinked and realized that the gaudy glare was sunlight streaming through a canopy of leaves far above him。 Then an
object twitched close to his face。 He pushed himself onto his hands and knees； ready to face some small； fierce creature； but saw that the object was Ron's foot。 Looking around； Harry saw that they and Hermione were lying on a forest floor； apparently alone。
Harry's first thought was of the Forbidden Forest； and for a moment； even though he knew how foolish and dangerous it would be for them to appear in the grounds of Hogwarts； his heart leapt at the thought of sneaking through the trees to Hagrid's hut。 However； in the few moments it took for Ron to give a low groan and Harry to start crawling toward him； he realized that this was not the Forbidden Forest； The trees looked younger； they were more widely spaced； the ground clearer。
He met Hermione； also on her hands and knees； at Ron's head。 The moment his eyes fell upon Ron； all other concerns fled Harry's mind； for blood drenched the whole of Ron's left side and his face stood out； grayish…white； against the leaf…strewn earth。 The Polyjuice Potion was wearing off now： Ron was halfway between Cattermole and himself in appearance； his hair turning redder and redder as his face drained of the little color it had left。
〃What's happened to him？〃
〃Splinched；〃 said Hermione； her fingers already busy at Ron's sleeve； where the blood was wettest and darkest。
Harry watched； horrified； as she tore open Ron's short。 He had always thought of Splinching as something ical； but this 。 。 。 His insides crawled unpleasantly as Hermione laid bare Ron's upper arm； where a great chunk of flesh was missing； scooped cleanly away as though by a knife。
〃Harry； quickly； in my bag； there's a small bottle labeled 'Essence of Dittany'… 〃
〃Bag … right …〃
Harry sped to the place where Hermione had landed； seized the tiny beaded bag； and thrust his hand inside it。 At once； object after object began presenting itself to his touch： He felt the leather spines of books； woolly sleeves of jumpers； heels of shoes …
〃iQuickly！i〃
He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed it into the depths of the magical bag。
〃iAccio Dittany！i〃
A small brown bottle zoomed out of the bag； he caught it and hastened back to Hermione and Ron； whose eyes were now half…closed； strips of white eyeball all that were visible between his lids。
〃He's fainted；〃 said Hermione； who was also rather pale； she no longer looked like Mafalda； though her hair was still gray in places。 〃Unstopper it for me； Harry； my hands are shaking。〃
Harry wrenched the stopper off the little bottle； Hermione took it and poured three drops of the potion onto the bleeding wound。 Greenish smoke billowed upward and when it had cleared； Harry saw that the bleeding had stopped。 The wound now looked several days old； new skin stretched over what had just been open flesh。
〃Wow；〃 said Harry。
〃It's all I feel safe doing；〃 said Hermione shakily。 〃There are spells that would put him pletely right； but I daren't try in case I do them wrong and cause more damage。 。 。 。 He's lost so much blood already。 。 。 。〃
〃How did he get hurt？ I mean〃 … Harry shook his head； trying to clear it； to make sense of whatever had just taken place … 〃why are we here？ I thought we were going back to Grimmauld Place？〃
Hermione took a deep breath。 She looked close to tears。
〃Harry； I don't think we're going to be able to go back there。〃
〃What d'you … ？〃
〃As we Disapparated； Yaxley caught hold of me and I couldn't get rid of him； he was too strong； and he was still holding on when we arrived at Grimmauld Place； and then … well； I think he must have seen the door； and thought we were stopping there； so he slackened his grip and I managed to sake him off and I brought us here instead！〃
〃But then； where's he？ Hang on。 。 。 。 You don't mean he's at Grimmauld Place？ He can't get in there？〃
Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she nodded。
〃Harry； I think he can。 I … I forced him to let go with a Revulsion Jinx； but I'd already taken him inside the Fidelius Charm's protection。 Since Dumbledore died； we're Sec