Harry found his voice was shaking, as were his knees. He moved over to a desk and sat down on it, trying to master himself.
“How’re we going to get there?” he asked them.
There was a moment’s silence. Then Ron said, “G-get there?”
“Get to the Department of Mysteries, so we can rescue Sirius!” Harry said loudly.
“But—Harry…” said Ron weakly.
“What? What?” said Harry.
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