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I’ve been living in the Forest ever since … except when I come to watch the Quidditch, of course … you fly as well as your father did, Harry …’
‘Sirius – it’s me … it’s Peter … your friend … you wouldn’t …’ Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled. ‘There’s enough filth on my robes without you touching them,’ said Black.
‘Shall we kill him together?’ ‘Yes, I think so,’ said Lupin grimly.
‘If you made a better rat than human, it’s not much to boast about, Peter,’ said Black harshly.
Pettigrew burst into tears. It was horrible to watch: he looked like an oversized, balding baby, cowering on the floor.
Snape drift along ahead of them; he kept bumping his lolling head on the low ceiling. Harry had the impression Sirius was making no effort to prevent this.
Sirius turned right around to look at him; Snape’s head was scraping the ceiling but Sirius didn’t seem to care.
Madam Pomfrey now came walking briskly up the dark ward to Harry’s bed. He turned to look at her. She was carrying the largest block of chocolate he had ever seen in his life. It looked like a small boulder.
But Madam Pomfrey suddenly stuffed a large chunk of chocolate into Harry’s mouth. He choked, and she seized the opportunity to force him back onto the bed.
‘We’ll see each other again,’ he said. ‘You are – truly your father’s son, Harry …’
No, I’ll have them packed off back to Azkaban tonight. Perhaps we should think about dragons at the school entrance …’ ‘Hagrid would like that,’ said Dumbledore, with a swift smile at Harry and Hermione.
‘Yes, your father was always a stag when he transformed,’ he said. ‘You guessed right … that’s why we called him Prongs.’
‘Do you know, Harry, I think she might have been,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Who’d have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay rise …’
‘I expect you’re tired of hearing it, but you do look extraordinarily like James. Except for your eyes … you have your mother’s eyes.’
‘You think the dead we have 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.’
I’ll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I’ll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now –’ ‘A telephone, Ron,’ said Hermione. ‘Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year
The owl was so small, in fact, that it kept tumbling over in the air, buffeted this way and that in the train’s slipstream. Harry quickly pulled down the window, stretched out his arm and caught it. It felt like a very fluffy Snitch.
Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from Gringotts vault number seven hundred and eleven – my own. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays’ worth of presents from your godfather.
I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter’s godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade at weekends.
to Harry and Hermione’s great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff. ‘What d’you reckon?’ Ron asked the cat. ‘Definitely an owl?’ Crookshanks purred. ‘That’s good enough for me,’ said Ron happily. ‘He’s mine.’
‘Godfather?’ spluttered Uncle Vernon. ‘You haven’t got a godfather!’ ‘Yes, I have,’ said Harry brightly. ‘He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though … keep up with my news … check I’m happy
