Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Page #6

I have now just confiscated

a rather curious artifact.

Take a look, Lupin.

Supposed to be your area of expertise.

- Clearly, it's full of dark magic.

- I seriously doubt it, Severus.

It looks as though it's a parchment

designed to insult anyone...

...who tries to read it.

I suspect it's a Zonko product.

Nevertheless, I shall investigate

any hidden qualities it may possess.

It is, after all, as you say,

my area of expertise.

Harry, would you come with me,

please? Professor, good night.

Are you deaf? Put that light out!

Come in.

I haven't the faintest idea how this map

came to be in your possession...

...but quite frankly, I am astounded

that you didn't hand it in.

Did it never occur to you that this,

in the hands of Sirius Black...

...is a map to you?

- No.

- No, sir.

Your father never set much store

by the rules either.

But he and your mother

gave their lives to save yours.

Gambling their sacrifice

by wandering the castle unprotected...

...with a killer on the loose

seems to me a poor way to repay them!

Now, I will not cover up for you again.

- Do you hear me?

- Yes, sir.

I want you to return to your dormitory

and stay there.

And don't take any detours.

If you do, I shall know.

Professor, just so you know,

I don't think that map always works.

Earlier, it showed someone in the castle.

Someone I know to be dead.

Oh, really? And who might that be?

Peter Pettigrew.

That's not possible.

It's just what I saw.

Good night, professor.

Broaden your minds.

You must look beyond.

The art of crystal gazing

is in the clearing of the Inner Eye.

Only then can you see. Try again.

Now, what do we have here?

Do you mind me trying?

The Grim, possibly.

My dear, from the first moment

you stepped foot in my class...

...I sensed that you did not possess

the proper spirit...

...for the noble art of Divination.

No, you see, there.

You may be young in years,

but your heart is as shriveled...

...as an old maid's, your soul

as dry as the pages of the books...

...to which you so desperately cleave.

Have I said something?

She's gone mental, Hermione has.

Not that she wasn't always mental...

...but now it's in the open

for everyone to see.

Hang on.

- We better take this back.

- I'm not going back.

- Fine. See you later.

- See you.

Harry Potter...

- Professor Trelawney...

- He will return tonight.

Sorry?

Tonight, he who betrayed his friends,

whose heart rots with murder...

...shall break free.

Innocent blood shall be spilt...

...and servant and master

shall be reunited once more.

I'm so sorry, dear boy.

Did you say something?

No.

Nothing.

I can't believe they're going to kill

Buckbeak. It's just too horrible.

- It just got worse.

- What did I say? Father said...

...I can keep the hippogriff's head.

I'll donate it to the Gryffindors' room.

This is going to be rich.

- Look who's here.

- Come to see the show?

You! You foul, loathsome,

evil little cockroach!

Hermione, no!

He's not worth it.

Malfoy, are you okay?

- Let's go. Quick.

- Not a word to anyone, understood?

- That felt good.

- Not good, brilliant.

Look at him. Loves the smell of the trees

when the wind blows through them.

Why don't we just set him free?

They'd know it was me,

and then Dumbledore...

...would get into trouble.

He's coming down, Dumbledore.

Says he wants to be with me

when they...

When it happens.

Great man, Dumbledore.

A great man.

- We'll stay with you too.

- You'll do no such thing!

Think I want you seeing

something like that? No.

You just drink your tea and be off.

Oh. Before you do, Ron...

Scabbers! You're alive!

- Keep a closer eye on your pet.

- I think you owe someone an apology.

Right. Next time I see Crookshanks,

I'll let him know.

I meant me!

Blimey. What was that?

Hagrid!

Oh, crikey.

No, minister. Over this way.

It's late. It's nearly dark.

You shouldn't be here.

Someone sees you outside

this time of night, you'll be in trouble.

Particularly you, Harry.

With you in a moment!

Quick. Quick!

Hagrid.

- It'll be fine. It'll be okay.

- Go on, go on!

- That's ling you see over there...

- On the slope.

- On the slope... Ah, Hagrid.

- Professor Dumbledore.

- Good evening.

- Minister. Make your way through.

- Have a tea, if you like.

- No, Hagrid.

- Gentlemen.

- I'd like a cup of tea.

Well, I think we should get down

to our business, shall we?

Very well. It is the decision

of the Committee for the Disposal...

...of Dangerous Creatures

that the hippogriff Buckbeak...

...hereinafter called "the condemned,"

shall be executed this day at sundown.

- Dear, dear...

- Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.

- All right. It'll be all right.

- The execution shall dispatch...

What?

I thought I just saw...

- Never mind.

- Let's go!

Buckbeak didn't mean no harm.

Oh, no.

He bit me. Scabbers.

Ron. Ron!

- Ron!

- Scabbers, come back.

Wait!

- Scabbers, you bit me!

- Harry, you do realize what tree this is?

That's not good. Ron, run!

Harry, Hermione, run!

It's the Grim!

- Harry!

- Ron! Ron, wait!

Harry!

- Help!

- Ron!

- Ron. Ron.

- Ron!

Come on!

Move!

Duck!

Harry!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't worry.

- Where do you suppose this goes?

- I have a hunch.

I just hope I'm wrong.

We're in the Shrieking Shack,

aren't we?

Come on.

Ron.

- Ron. You're okay.

- The dog. Where is it?

It's a trap. He's the dog.

He's an Animagus.

If you want to kill Harry,

you have to kill us too!

No. Only one will die tonight.

Then it'll be you!

Are you going to kill me, Harry?

Expelliarmus!

Well, well, Sirius.

Looking rather ragged, aren't we?

Finally, the flesh

reflects the madness within.

Well, you'd know all about

the madness within, wouldn't you?

- I found him.

- I know.

- It's him.

- I understand.

- Let's kill him!

- No! I trusted you!

And all this time,

you've been his friend.

He's a werewolf!

That's why he's been missing classes.

How long have you known?

- Since Professor Snape set the essay.

- Well, Hermione.

You are the brightest witch

of your age I've ever met.

Enough talk, Remus!

Come on, let's kill him!

- Wait!

- I did my waiting!

Twelve years of it!

In Azkaban!

Very well. Kill him.

But wait one more minute.

Harry has the right to know why.

I know why.

You betrayed my parents.

- You're the reason they're dead!

- No, it wasn't him.

Somebody did betray your parents...

...somebody who, until quite recently,

I believed to be dead!

- Who was it, then?

- Peter Pettigrew!

And he's in this room! Right now!

Come out, come out, Peter!

- Come out, come out and play!

- Expelliarmus!

Vengeance is sweet.

How I hoped I'd be the one

to catch you.

Severus...

I told Dumbledore you were helping a

friend into the castle. Here's the proof.

Brilliant, Snape.

You've put your keen mind to the task

and come to the wrong conclusion.

If you'll excuse us,

Remus and I have business...

...to attend to.

- Give me a reason. I beg you!

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