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"You think the dead we 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."
"Your Quidditch team?" said Harry.
"Here -- I brought this from the Shrieking Shack last night," he said, handing Harry back the Invisibility Cloak. "And..." He hesitated, then held out the Marauder's Map too. "I am no longer your teacher, so I don't feel guilty about giving you back this as well. It's no use to me, and I daresay you, Ron, and Hermione will find uses for it."
"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the - at the top
"Not to interfere! Lupin's going to run into the forest, right at us!"
Pettigrew knelt, trembling uncontrollably, and-turned his head slowly toward Harry.
But Harry, who felt wide awake, said quickly, "I'll help Ron. I've never seen a de-gnoming -"
And she pulled a heavy book from the stack on the mantelpiece. George groaned.
Dobby gave him a tragic look.
"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing," said George. "But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden. House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldn't catch one in our house . . . ."
and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry's owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the wizarding world.
"Have you been stopping my letters?"
Harry could see Lupin's silhouette. He had gone rigid. Then his limbs began to shake.
"Run," Black whispered. "Run. Now."
Black turned right around to look at him; Snape's head was scraping the ceiling but Black didn't seem to care.
Harry stared up into the grave face and felt as though the ground beneath him were falling sharply away. He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything. He had expected Dumbledore to pull some amazing solution out of the air. But no ... their last hope was gone.
Harry tugged harder on the rope around Buckbeak's neck. The hippogriff began to walk, rustling its wings irritably. They were still ten feet away from the forest, in plain view of Hagrid's back door. "One moment, please, Macnair," came Dumbledore's voice. "You need to sign too." The footsteps stopped. Harry heaved on the rope. Buckbeak snapped his beak and walked a little faster.？