    Harry, on the other hand, didn’t think he’d ever slept so well. He glanced up at Ron. "I’m sure we’ll be fine," he replied. Erus was stretched out on his pillow, flicking her tongue at the two of them almost lazily. Her stomach was still a little fat with the mouse Harry had fed her. It might take a little work, but Harry wouldn’t let anything chase him, and by extension Ron and Hermione, out of Slytherin, or out of Hogwarts.