‘What happened to the other boy? Ron?’ said Sirius urgently. ‘He’s going to be OK – he’s still out of it, but Madam Pomfrey says she’ll be able to make him better. Quick – go!’ But Black was still staring down at Harry. ‘How can I ever thank –’ ‘GO!’ Harry and Hermione shouted together. Black wheeled Buckbeak around, facing the open sky. ‘We’ll see each other again,’ he said. ‘You are – truly your father’s son, Harry …’
