"Aziza, she was following his orders to kill us, and lunged at me." Harry picked back up. "But I had managed to grab the diary from the floor from where Creevey was. And I threw it up above my head, making her bite the diary instead of me." Everyone’s mouths were open, staring at this tiny wisp of a twelve-year-old, who was looking mighty smug and proud of himself. Amelia felt unable to speak for a moment, Harry’s parents looked as shell shocked as she felt.