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"We mustn't, I keep telling you --"
"Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph, Harry," Fred said with a grin, but he caught his mother's eye and bent his face over his plate without another word. Nothing more was said until all four plates were clean, which took a surprisingly short time.
Dear Mr. Potter,
"You know what this means?" Black said abruptly to Harry as they made their slow progress along the tunnel. "Turning Pettigrew in?"
"Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"
"It is your turn to listen, and I beg you will not interrupt me, because there is very little time," he said quietly. "There is not a shred of proof to support Black's story, except your word -- and the word of two thirteen-year-old wizards will not convince anybody. A street full of eyewitnesses swore they saw Sirius murder Pettigrew. I myself gave evidence to the Ministry that Sirius had been the Potters' Secret-Keeper."
"And you!" said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him.
"Now?" Harry whispered.
"They can't kill him --"
"You wouldn't... you won't...," gasped Pettigrew. And he scrambled around to Ron.
"Professor Lupin?" said Hermione timidly. "Can -- can I say something?"
"I don't know -- Harry, look at Snape!"
And at long last, Harry believed him. Throat too tight to speak, he nodded.
Harry could still hear Dumbledore's voice talking from within the cabin. He gave the rope another wrench. Buckbeak broke into a grudging trot. They had reached the trees....
"Thank you, Minister."