Ultra Emma Watson

A few seconds later, they were there, outside the third-floor corridor – and the door was already ajar. ‘Well, there you are,’ Harry said quietly. ‘Snape’s already got past Fluffy.’ [...] ‘What’s that at its feet?’ Hermione whispered. ‘Looks like a harp,’ said Ron. ‘Snape must have left it there.’

‘Snape’s going through the trapdoor tonight. He’s found out everything he needs and now he’s got Dumbledore out of the way. He sent that note, I bet the Ministry of Magic will get a real shock when Dumbledore turns up.’ ‘But what can we –’ Hermione gasped. Harry and Ron wheeled round. Snape was standing there. ‘Good afternoon,’ he said smoothly.

They stared at him. ‘You shouldn’t be inside on a day like this,’ he said, with an odd, twisted smile. ‘We were –’ Harry began, without any idea what he was going to say.