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"Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word
"We'd only be seen by ourselves and Hagrid!"
"In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."
"Leavin', isn' he?" said Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry had to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin again.
"You're the only person who has the right to decide, Harry," said Black. "But think... think what he did...."
"So that's it," said Hermione quietly. "We're all down there... and now we've just got to wait until we come back up again...."
"And yet -- is it good for him to be given so much special treatment? Personally, I try and treat him like any other student. And any other student would be suspended -- at the very least -- for leading his friends into such danger. Consider, Minister -- against all school rules -- after all the precautions put in place for his protection -- out-of-bounds, at night, consorting with a werewolf and a murderer -- and I have reason to believe he has been visiting Hogsmeade illegally too --"
"Don't worry," said Fred, "and stand back."
Black's gaunt face broke into the first true smile Harry had seen upon it. The difference it made was startling, as though a person ten years younger were shining through the starved mask; for a moment, he was recognizable as the man who had laughed at Harry's parents' wedding.
Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.
He opened his eyes. Moonlight was shining through the bars on the window. And someone was goggling through the bars at him: a freckle- faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.
"It is the decision of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures that the hippogriff Buckbeak, hereafter called the condemned, shall he executed on the sixth of June at sundown --"
Buckbeak pawed the ground, tossing his sharp head.
"Sirius, he's gone, Pettigrew transformed!" Harry yelled.
Buckbeak soared straight into the dark air. Harry gripped his flanks with his knees, feeling the great wings rising powerfully beneath them. Hermione was holding Harry very tight around the waist; he could hear her muttering, "Oh, no -- I don't like this oh, I really don't like this --"