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Hermione listened to what had just happened with her mouth open yet again.
Harry frowned; he felt as though he were screwing up his whole brain in concentration.
Black was bleeding; there were gashes across his muzzle and back, but at Harry's words he scrambled up again, and in an instant, the sound of his paws faded to silence as he pounded away across the grounds.
"You're the only person who has the right to decide, Harry," said Black. "But think... think what he did...."
through the house. On the third landing, a door stood ajar. Harry just caught sight of a pair of bright brown eyes staring at him before it closed with a snap.
Harry couldn't believe it - he was free. He rolled down the
"But Percy wouldn't lend him to me," said Ron. "Said he needed him."
The window sprang open.
White fog was blinding him. He had to fight... expecto patronum ... he couldn't see... and in the distance, he heard the familiar screaming... expecto patronum... he groped in the mist for Sirius, and found his arm... they weren't going to take him....
Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.
"That's very sweet of you, dear, but it's dull work," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, let's see what Lockhart's got to say on the subject -"
"Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night."
"I need to see the headmaster," he said.
As they stared at each other, Harry heard Dudley's voice from the hall.