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"It's us. We're wearing the Invisibility Cloak. Let us in and we can take it off."
"He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out --"
The Whomping Willow was creaking and lashing out with its lower branches; they could see themselves darting here and there, trying to reach the trunk. And then the tree froze.
Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby.
"Well -- Scabbers -- I mean, this -- this man -- he's been sleeping in Harry's dormitory for three years. If he's working for You-Know-Who, how come he never tried to hurt Harry before now?"
"That, indeed, is Black's story," said Dumbledore, surveying Snape closely through his half-moon spectacles.
Harry could still hear Dumbledore's voice talking from within the cabin. He gave the rope another wrench. Buckbeak broke into a grudging trot. They had reached the trees....
Pettigrew was shaking his head, mouthing noiselessly, but staring all the while at Black as though hypnotized.
"May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.
Safe in the shadows of the trees, Harry turned around; seconds later, Hermione arrived beside him, panting.
He crossed to the door and held it open for Snape, but Snape hadn't moved.
"So - we'll get your trunk - you grab anything you need from your room and hand it out to Ron," whispered George.
"Our owl. He's ancient. It wouldn't be the first time he'd collapsed on a delivery. So then I tried to borrow Hermes -"
"I don't know...."
But Dumbledore held up his hand to stem the flood of explanations.