Feeling oddly as though his legs had turned to lead, Harry got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Neville behind him and Hermione still clutching at his robes, pushing as though to stand in line with Neville. Neville didn't seem to mind, budging over and resettling his grasp on Harry's other side. Harry said nothing, rolling his eyes privately. They marched through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.