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"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...."
"And me," said Ron savagely, limping forward.
The Weasleys roared with laughter and Harry settled back in his seat, grinning from ear to ear.
"See?" Hermione whispered. "See what would have happened? We've got to keep out of sight! No, Buckbeak!"
Mrs. Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a saber-toothed tiger.
She had thrown the chain around his neck too.
Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.
"Really -- they'll wake everybody up! What do they think they're doing?"
"I think I'd better go outside again, you know," said Harry slowly. "I can't see what's going on -- we won't know when it's time --"
window, the night air whipping his hair, and looked back at the shrinking rooftops of Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were all hanging, dumbstruck, out of Harry's window.
"THAT RUDDY OWL!"
"Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!"
A paralyzing terror filled Harry so that he couldn't move or speak. His Patronus flickered and died.
"He's there!" Harry said, spotting Sirius as they rose up beside the window. He reached out, and as Buckbeak's wings fell, was able to tap sharply on the glass.