What's happening? Harry asked nervously, glancing around at the other first years as they filed after Professor McGonagall - it was somewhat comforting that everyone else looked just as nervous as he felt, even Draco Malfoy, but . . . only a little.

Hush, it'll all be . . . fine. his voice said, and the distracted tone made Harry fidget anxiously. Shh. I'm going to go . . . quiet. I'll be back, don't worry, but I'll . . . interfere with things that need to happen if I speak to you now.