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"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!"
"Yeah, I mean it!" said Harry.
"Fascinating." he would say as Harry talked him through using a telephone. "Ingenious, really, how many ways Muggles have found of getting along without magic."
"Harry, there's something I don't understand.... Why didn't the dementors get Sirius? I remember them coming, and then I think I passed out... there were so many of them...."
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall.
"Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!" snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress.
"Hermione -- what'll happen -- if we don't get back inside before Dumbledore locks the door?" Harry panted.
Together they peered around the bush at the other bank. Snape had regained consciousness. He was conjuring stretchers and lifting the limp forms of Harry, Hermione, and Black onto them. A fourth stretcher, no doubt bearing Ron, was already floating at his side. Then, wand held out in front of him, he moved them away toward the castle.
"Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden -"
"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred.
"It does not," said Dumbledore quietly. "Hasn't your experience with the Time-Turner taught you anything, Harry? The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.... Professor Trelawney, bless her, is living proof of that.... You did a very noble thing, in saving Pettigrew's life."
shooed the shocked Masons back into the dining room, promised Harry he would flay him to within an inch of his life when the Ma sons had left, and handed him a mop. Aunt Petunia dug some ice cream out of the freezer and Harry, still shaking, started scrubbing the kitchen clean.
Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.
"Severus -- be reasonable -- Harry has been locked up --"
He forced himself to think of Black, and only Black, and began to chant: "Expecto patronum! Expecto patronum!"