Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Servant of Lord Voldemort
I’vebeenlivingintheforesteversince,exceptwhenIcametowatchtheQuidditch,ofcourse.Youflyaswellasyourfatherdid,Harry...."
HelookedatHarry,whodidnotlookaway.
"Believeme,"croakedBlack."Believeme,Harry.IneverbetrayedJamesandLily.IwouldhavediedbeforeIbetrayedthem."
Andatlonglast,Harrybelievedhim.Throattootighttospeak,henodded.
"No!"
PettigrewhadfallentohiskneesasthoughHarry’snodhadbeenhisowndeathsentence.Heshuffledforwardonhisknees,groveling,hishandsclaspedinfrontofhimasthoughpraying.
"Sirius—it’sme...it’sPeter...yourfriend...youwouldn’t—"
BlackkickedoutandPettigrewrecoiled.
"There’senoughfilthonmyrobeswithoutyoutouchingthem,"saidBlack.
"Remus!"Pettigrewsqueaked,turningtoLupininstead,writhingimploringlyinfrontofhim."Youdon’tbelievethis—wouldn’tSiriushavetoldyouthey’dchangedtheplan?"
"NotifhethoughtIwasthespy,Peter,"saidLupin."Iassumethat’swhyyoudidn’ttellme,Sirius?"hesaidcasuallyoverPettigrew’shead.
"Forgiveme,Remus,"saidBlack.
"Notatall,Padfoot,oldfriend,"saidLupin,whowasnowrollinguphissleeves."Andwillyou,inturn,forgivemeforbelievingyouwerethespy?"
"Ofcourse,"saidBlack,andtheghostofagrinflittedacrosshisgauntface.He,too,beganrollinguphissleeves."Shallwekillhimtogether?"
"Yes,Ithinkso,"saidLupingrimly.
"Youwouldn’t...youwon’t..."gaspedPettigrew.AndhescrambledaroundtoRon.
"Ron...haven’tIbeenagoodfriend...agoodpet?
