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Ron had become an instant celebrity. For the first time in his life, people were paying more attention to him than to Harry, and it was clear that Ron was rather enjoying the experience. Though still severely shaken by the night's events, he was happy to tell anyone who asked what had happened, with a wealth of detail.
"So we've heard," said Lupin, more coldly. "I'd like to clear up one or two little matters with you, Peter, if you'll be so --"
"HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid a collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!"
"An Animagus," said Black, "by the name of Peter Pettigrew."
"My dear Professor Trelawney breathed, gazing up at Harry. "It is here, plainer than ever before... my dear, stalking toward you, growing ever closer... the Gr --"
Harry avoided Black's eyes. He wasn't sure, even now, that he'd done the right thing.
"S'all dark, Harry," Ron muttered thickly. "What're you or, about?"
"It's okay, Scabbers!" said Ron. "No cats! There's nothing here to hurt you!"
"You're nutters, both of you," said Ron shakily, looking round at Harry and Hermione for support. "I've had enough of this. I'm off."
"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."
The door of the room burst open in a shower of red sparks and Harry wheeled around as Professor Lupin came hurtling into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised and ready. His eyes flickered over Ron, lying on the floor, over Hermione, cowering next to the door, to Harry, standing there with his wand covering Black, and then to Black himself, crumpled and bleeding at Harry's feet.
He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames.
As though an invisible hand were writing upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map.
"No one's going to try and kill you until we've sorted a few things out," said Lupin.
"Professor Lupin could have killed me about a hundred times this year," Harry said. "I've been alone with him loads of times, having defense lessons against the dementors. If he was helping Black, why didn't he just finish me off then?"