"Got a plan?"

There was no possible way to explain my waking up.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione went up to the Owlery that evening to find Pigwidgeon, so that Harry could send Sirius a letter telling him the he had managed to get past his dragon unscathed. There were a few moments of disorienting while the guards from the mines yanked me back to reality.

"Potter!"

As we rode back to the mines, the guards joked at the various punishments Sal might give me for running, but I hoped they were only jokes. Despite the very grave load of homework that the forth years had been giving for the holidays, Harry was in no mood to work when term ended, and spent the week leading up to Christmas enjoying himself as fully as possible along with everyone else. Despite my struggles, the guards threw me back into the wagon and held me tight.