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Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him. He ripped open the letter, and shouted, "It's from Sirius!"
"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing," said George. "But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden. House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldn't catch one in our house . . . ."
"Maybe I was seeing things," said Harry. "But... from what I could see... it looked like him.... I've got photos of him...."
All three of Mrs. Weasley's sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them.
Safe in the shadows of the trees, Harry turned around; seconds later, Hermione arrived beside him, panting.
"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 --"
I thought your ftiend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.
A sudden silence fell downstairs. Two seconds later Harry, heart thudding madly, heard Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, "Dudley must have left his television on again, the little tyke!"
Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.
"Get away from him -- get away -- Scabbers, come here --"
"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er -- Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'.... Thought everyone'd know by now... Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night.... He's packin' now, o' course.
Harry couldn't imagine when that would be. Dumbledore looked as though he knew what Harry was thinking.
Harry was sitting up, putting his glasses back on, and picking up his wand.
I don't want to think about it!" Hermione moaned, checking her watch again. "One minute!"
Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. "Upstairs! Hurry!"
"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.";
And out of the end of his wand burst, not a shapeless cloud of mist, but a blinding, dazzling, silver animal. He screwed up his eyes, trying to see what it was. It looked like a horse. It was galloping silently away from him, across the black surface of the lake. He saw it lower its head and charge at the swarming dementors.... Now it was galloping around and around the black shapes on the ground, and the dementors were falling back, scattering, retreating into the darkness.... They were gone.？