Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Servant of Lord Voldemort
Thenighttheydied,I’darrangedtocheckonPeter,makesurehewasstillsafe,butwhenIarrivedathishidingplace,he’dgone.Yettherewasnosignofastruggle.Itdidn’tfeelright.Iwasscared.Isetoutforyourparents’housestraightaway.AndwhenIsawtheirhouse,destroyed,andtheirbodies...IrealizedwhatPetermust’vedone...whatI’ddone...."
Hisvoicebroke.Heturnedaway.
"Enoughofthis,"saidLupin,andtherewasasteelynoteinhisvoiceHarryhadneverheardbefore."There’sonecertainwaytoprovewhatreallyhappened.Ron,givemethatrat."
"WhatareyougoingtodowithhimifIgivehimtoyou?"RonaskedLupintensely.
"Forcehimtoshowhimself,"saidLupin."Ifhereallyisarat,itwon’thurthim."
Ronhesitated.Thenatlonglast,heheldoutScabbersandLupintookhim.Scabbersbegantosqueakwithoutstopping,twistingandturning,histinyblackeyesbulginginhishead."Ready,Sirius?"saidLupin.
BlackhadalreadyretrievedSnape’swandfromthebed.HeapproachedLupinandthestrugglingrat,andhisweteyessuddenlyseemedtobeburninginhisface.
"Together?"hesaidquietly.
"Ithinkso",saidLupin,holdingScabberstightlyinonehandandhiswandintheother."Onthecountofthree.One—two—THREE!"
Aflashofblue-whitelighteruptedfrombothwands;foramoment,Scabberswasfrozeninmidair,hissmallgrayformtwistingmadly—Ronyelled—theratfellandhitthefloor.Therewasanotherblindingflashoflightandthen—
Itwaslikewatchingaspeeded-upfilmofagrowingtree.
