““Harry, open up!” He had shouted out, he knew it. He got up and unbolted the door; Hermione toppled inside at once, regained her balance, and looked around suspiciously. Ron was right behind her, looking unnerved as he pointed his wand into the corners of the chilly bathroom. “What were you doing?” asked Hermione sternly. “What d’you think I was doing?” asked Harry with feeble bravado. “You were yelling your head off!” said Ron. “Oh yeah…I must’ve dozed off or--” “Harry, please don’t insult our intelligence,” said Hermione, taking deep breaths. “We know your scar hurt downstairs, and you’re white as a sheet.””