Dumbledore is Better at Treating This Kind of Injury

The train slowed, gliding forward, and with one last clang, it came to a complete stop.

Pansy, who was peeling an apple again, stood and let Emily out first, then, under everyone's puzzled stares, instructed Crabbe, "You go find Draco first. We'll meet by the carriages in a bit. I'll come once I finish peeling this."

In the train corridor, people streamed past one after another. Ginny found the compartment Neville and Flag were in. "Neville, I heard Harry was in this compartment. Where is he?"

"He didn't go looking for you? We saw Harry hadn't come back all this time, so we thought he'd gone to find you," Flag answered in confusion, while Neville, holding his toad, nodded repeatedly beside him.

A little while after everyone had left the carriage, Pansy, who had finished peeling the apple, stood up and walked to the compartment door. She looked left and right, and after making sure there were no Aurors nearby, she abruptly drew the wand from her pocket, spun around, and pointed it at the luggage rack above the seat she had just occupied. "Petrificus Totalus."

Then Pansy stepped into the train aisle, the sound of her leather boots echoing through the empty carriage. She bent down and felt around with her hand, then pulled away the Invisibility Cloak. The Petrified Harry lay flat in the middle of the carriage aisle, motionless.

"Look who it is. The famous Harry Potter is actually a peeping Tom. You threw that Peruvian Invisibility Smoke Bomb, didn't you? You wanted to climb onto the luggage rack in the chaos. A pretty practiced method, I'll give you that. You just didn't expect Emily to clear the smoke so quickly, or for me to see the leg you hadn't managed to tuck away, did you? Potter,