Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Servant of Lord Voldemort
"Iknow,"Harrypanted."We’lltakehimuptothecastle.We’llhandhimovertotheDementors...HecangotoAzkaban...butdon’tkillhim."
"Harry!"gaspedPettigrew,andheflunghisarmsaroundHarry’sknees."You—thankyou—it’smorethanIdeserve—thankyou—"
"Getoffme,"Harryspat,throwingPettigrew’shandsoffhimindisgust."I’mnotdoingthisforyou.I’mdoingitbecause—Idon’treckonmydadwould’vewantedthemtobecomekillers—justforyou."
NoonemovedormadeasoundexceptPettigrew,whosebreathwascominginwheezesasheclutchedhischest.BlackandLupinwerelookingateachother.Then,withonemovement,theyloweredtheirwands.
"You’retheonlypersonwhohastherighttodecide,Harry,"saidBlack."Butthink...thinkwhathedid...."
"HecangotoAzkaban,"Harryrepeated."Ifanyonedeservesthatplace,hedoes...."
Pettigrewwasstillwheezingbehindhim.
"Verywell,"saidLupin."Standaside,Harry."
Harryhesitated.
"I’mgoingtotiehimup,"saidLupin."That’sall,Iswear."
Harrysteppedoutoftheway.ThincordsshotfromLupin’swandthistime,andnextmoment,Pettigrewwaswrigglingonthefloor,boundandgagged.
"Butifyoutransform,Peter,"growledBlack,hisownwandpointingatPettigrewtoo,"wewillkillyou.Youagree,Harry?"
HarrylookeddownatthepitifulfigureonthefloorandnoddedsothatPettigrewcouldseehim.
"Right,"saidLupin,suddenlybusinesslike.
