"Ten minutes remaining," Harry jumped at the sound of Professor Marchbank’s voice echoing out across the hall, and he realised abruptly that he had daydreamed the majority of the exam away. He glanced down at his paper and found at least a third of the paper was empty. Well, he thought, at least he had probably done better than he had last time. Though, at least then he’d had the excuse of having a vision forced into his mind by Voldemort to explain away his poor performance, he thought, feeling faintly amused.  