"He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out --"

 "HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE OR DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS -- HAS -- SOMETHING -- TO -- DO -- WITH -- POTTER!"

"Why does he always blame us?" asked Amelia, turning to face Harry. "Because it's alwasy us," chuckled Harry.

"Yeah, I know, but for once can't it be Nevile or something?"

 "Severus -- be reasonable -- Harry has been locked up --" 

BAM.

 The door of the hospital wing burst open. 

"We're trying to sleep!"Groaned Amelia, pulling the covers over he face.

Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself.

 "OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

 "Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!" 

"See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw --" 

"THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at Harry, Hermione, Amelia. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. 

"We've been here the whole bloody time since Dumbledore was talking to us," Grumbled Amelia, fake exhaustion lacing her voice.

"Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!" 

"YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT --" 

"That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the ward ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?"