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It was true that Harry wasn't going back to Privet Drive for Christmas. Professor McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once. He didn't feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he'd ever had. Ron and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie.
"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"
Which was all very well, thought Harry, but he had another reason for not wanting Snape near him while he was playing Quidditch....
Way up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch. This was part of his and Wood's game plan.
"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.
"Better you than me," they said together, but Harry had an idea that Snape wouldn't refuse if there were other teachers listening.
Ron tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry.
Hagrid was about to answer when the color suddenly drained from his face -- he leapt to his feet and ran to the window.
"UPF everyone shouted.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"
Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at him.
"If either of you get us caught, I'll never rest until I've learned that Curse of the Bogies Quirrell told us about, and used it on you.
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.
"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."