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"Ready?" he whispered to Hermione. "YotM better hold on to me --
The hippogriff gave one sweep of its mighty wings and they were soaring upward again, high as the top of the West Tower. Buckbeak landed with a clatter on the battlements, and Harry and Hermione slid off him at once.
She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background.
"YOU HAVEN'T!" Harry yelled. "YOUVE GOT THE WRONG MAN!"
As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C).
"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
Harry began to run. He had no thought in his head except his father... If it was him... if it really was him... he had to know, had to find out....
The dark ward dissolved. Harry had the sensation that he was flying very fast, backward. A blur of colors and shapes rushed past him, his ears were pounding, he tried to yell but couldn't hear his own voice --
"You don't understand!" whined Pettigrew. "He would have killed me, Sirius!"
"He's back!" said George. "Dad's home!"
"But Percy wouldn't lend him to me," said Ron. "Said he needed him."
"What are we doing?" Harry said, completely lost.
Lower and lower went the flying car. The edge of a brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees.
"Potter," said Madam Pomfrey soothingly, "it's all right. They've got Black. He's locked away upstairs. The dementors will be performing the kiss any moment now --"
There were screams from the dining room and Uncle Vernon
Ron's school spellbooks were stacked untidily in a corner, next to a pile of comics that all seemed to feature The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Ron's magic wand was lying on top of a fish tank full of frog spawn on the windowsill, next to his fat gray rat, Scabbers, who was snoozing in a patch of sun.。
"It is your turn to listen, and I beg you will not interrupt me, because there is very little time," he said quietly. "There is not a shred of proof to support Black's story, except your word -- and the word of two thirteen-year-old wizards will not convince anybody. A street full of eyewitnesses swore they saw Sirius murder Pettigrew. I myself gave evidence to the Ministry that Sirius had been the Potters' Secret-Keeper."？