Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Page #5

Don't your family sleep in one room?

- Shut your mouth, Malfoy.

- Not very friendly.

Boys, I think it's time we teach

Weasle-Bee how to respect his superiors.

- Hope you don't mean yourself.

- How dare you talk to me!

You filthy little mudblood!

Who is that?

- Don't stand there! Do something!

- What?

What's up, Malfoy? Lost your skis?

Get out of the way!

Move!

Malfoy! Wait! Wait!

Harry!

Bloody hell, Harry.

That was not funny.

Those weasels! Never told me

about any Marauder's Map.

He won't keep it. He'll turn it over

to Professor McGonagall.

- Aren't you?

- Sure. Along with his Invisibility Cloak.

Look who it is. Madam Rosmerta.

- Ron fancies her.

- That's not true!

- Professor McGonagall!

- Cornelius!

Allow me, minister.

- Oh, Hagrid...

- Sorry about that.

Rosmerta, my dear.

I hope business is good.

It'd be a lot better if the Ministry

wasn't sending dementors...

...into my pub every other night!

- We have...

- We have a killer on the loose.

- Sirius Black in Hogsmeade!

And what would bring him here?

- Harry Potter.

- Harry Potter?

Come.

Harry!

- No underage wizards allowed in today!

- Shut the damn door!

- So rude.

- Thick heads.

- Thick heads?!

- How dare they!

- Who are they calling thick heads?

- Young whippersnappers!

Nobody will come to a pub where

they'll get scared out of their wits.

Professor Dumbledore doesn't want

dementors around the place.

Tell me what this is all about.

Years ago, when Harry Potter's parents

realized they were marked for death...

Remember? They hid.

Few knew where they were.

One who did was Sirius Black.

And he told You-Know-Who.

Not only did Black lead him

to the Potters that night...

...he also killed Peter Pettigrew!

- Peter Pettigrew?

- Little lump of a boy.

- Always trailing after Black.

- I remember.

Never let James and Sirius

out of his sight.

- What happened?

- Peter tried to warn the Potters...

...and might have, had he not

run into an old friend, Sirius Black.

Black was vicious.

He didn't kill Pettigrew.

He destroyed him!

A finger. That's all that was left.

A finger. Nothing else.

Sirius Black may not have

put his hands to the Potters...

...but he's the reason they're dead.

- He wants to finish things.

- I don't believe it.

- That's not the worst of it.

- What could be worse?

- This:
Sirius Black was...

...and remains to this day...

...Harry Potter's godfather!

Ron, look!

- Sorry. Excuse me, excuse me.

- Merry Christmas.

Harry, what happened?

He was their friend...

...and he betrayed them.

He was their friend!

I hope he finds me.

Because when he does,

I'm gonna be ready!

When he does, I'm gonna kill him!

Harry.

There you are. You came.

Are you sure about this, Harry?

This is very advanced magic...

...well beyond the Ordinary

Wizarding Level.

I'm sure.

Well, everything's prepared.

The spell I'm going to teach you

is called the Patronus Charm.

Did you ever hear of it?

No? Well...

A Patronus is a positive force.

For the wizard who conjures one...

...it works like a shield, with the

dementor feeding on it rather than him.

But in order for it to work,

you need to think of a memory.

Not just any memory, a very happy

memory, a very powerful memory.

Can you do this?

Yes. Very well.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate.

Explore your past.

Do you have a memory?

Allow it to fill you up.

Lose yourself within it.

Then speak the incantation,

Expecto Patronum.

- Expecto Patronum.

- Very good.

Shall we? Wand at the ready.

Expecto Patronum!

Expecto... Expecto...

Expect...

Here we go. Come on.

Sit up. Deep breaths.

It's all right. I didn't expect you

to do it the first time.

That would have been remarkable.

Here, eat this. You'll feel better.

- That's one nasty dementor.

- Oh, no, no, no.

That was a boggart, Harry.

A boggart.

The real thing would be worse.

Much, much worse.

As a matter of interest,

what were you thinking?

- Which memory did you choose?

- The first time I rode a broom.

That's not good enough.

Not nearly good enough.

There's another.

It's not happy, exactly.

Well, it is.

It's the happiest I've ever felt...

...but it's complicated.

- Is it strong?

Then let's give it a try. You feel ready?

Just do it.

Expecto Patronum!

Expecto Patronum!

Yes!

Well done, Harry. Well done!

- I think I've had enough for today.

- Yes. Sit down. Here.

Eat this, it helps. It really helps.

And just so you know, Harry...

...I think you'd have given your father

a run for his money. And that...

...is saying something.

I was thinking of him.

And Mum.

Seeing their faces.

They were talking to me.

Just talking.

That's the memory I chose.

I don't even know if it's real.

But it's the best I have.

- Beautiful day.

- Gorgeous.

Unless you've been ripped to pieces!

Ripped to pieces?

What are you talking about?

- Ronald has lost his rat.

- I haven't lost anything!

- Your cat killed him!

- Rubbish.

Harry, you've seen the way

that bloodthirsty beast of hers...

...is always lurking about.

And Scabbers is gone.

Well, maybe you should

take better care of your pets!

- Your cat killed him!

- Did not.

- Did.

- Didn't.

How did it go, Hagrid? The hearing?

Well, first off, the committee members

took turns...

...talking about why we were there.

I got up and did my piece.

Said how Buckbeak...

...was a good hippogriff,

always cleaned his feathers.

And then Lucius Malfoy got up.

Well, you can imagine.

He said Buckbeak was a deadly

and dangerous creature...

...who would kill you

as soon as look at you.

And then?

And then he asked for the worst,

did old Lucius.

- They're not sacking you!

- No, I'm not sacked.

Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!

Spiders! There's... There's spiders.

Spiders. They want me to tap-dance.

- I don't wanna tap-dance!

- Tell those spiders.

Right, yeah. Tell them. I'll tell them...

- Peter Pettigrew?

- Little lump of a boy.

- Always trailing after Sirius Black.

- Black was vicious.

He didn 't kill Pettigrew,

he destroyed him!

- Put that light out!

- Sorry.

- Watch it there, boy.

- We're trying to sleep here!

Mischief managed. Nox.

Potter.

What are you doing

wandering the corridors at night?

I was sleepwalking.

How extraordinarily like your father

you are, Potter.

He, too, was exceedingly arrogant,

strutting about the castle.

My dad didn't strut. And nor do I.

If you don't mind, I would appreciate

it if you could lower your wand.

Turn out your pockets.

Turn out your pockets!

What's this?

- Spare bit of parchment.

- Really? Open it.

Reveal your secrets.

Read it.

"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot,

and Prongs...

...offer their compliments

to Professor Snape and..."

Go on.

"And request he keep his large nose

out of other people's business."

- You insolent little...

- Professor!

Well, well. Lupin.

Out for a little walk

in the moonlight, are we?

Harry, are you all right?

That remains to be seen.

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