"I might get lucky again."

Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.

"Hermione!"
"Harry -- you're a great wizard, you know."

"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.

"Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery and -- oh Harry -- be careful!"

"You drink first," said Harry. "You are sure which is which, aren't you?"

"Positive," said Hermione. She took a long drink from the round bottle at the end, and shuddered.

"It's not poison?" said Harry anxiously. "No -- but it's like ice."
"Quick, go, before it wears off." "Good luck -- take care."

"GO!"

Hermione turned and walked straight through the purple fire.

"Your turn," Harry handed Amelia the bottle that Hermione just held.

"No. I'm coming with you, Harry."

"No, you aren't."

"Yes, I am!" Amelia took the other vile out of Harry's hand and took a sip.

"You jerk!" Shouted Harry.

"I'm coming with you."

Harry took a deep breath and picked up the smallest bottle. He turned to face the black flames.

"Here I come," he said, and he drained the little bottle in one gulp.

It was indeed as though ice was flooding his body. He put the bottledown and walked forward; he braced himself, saw the black flames licking his body, but couldn't feel them -- for a moment he could see nothing  but dark fire -- then he was on the other side, in the last chamber. Amelia stumbled out after him.

There was already someone there -- but it wasn't Snape. It wasn't even Voldemort.