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Said Professor McGonagall exasperatedly. Do you think Blacks still in the area, Minister. whispered Madam Rosmerta. Im sure of it, said Fudge shortly. You know that the dementors have searched my pub twice. said Madam Rosmerta, a slight edge to her voice. Scared all my customers away. Its very bad for business, Minister. Rosmerta, mdear, I dont like them any more than you do, said Fudge uncomfortably. Necessary precaution. unfortunate, but there you are. Ive just met some of them. Theyre in a fury against Dumbledore - he wont let them inside the castle grounds. I should think not, said Professor McGonagall sharply. How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around. Hear, hear. squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick, whose feet were dangling a foot from the ground. All the same, demurred Fudge, they are here to protect you all from something much worse. We all know what Blacks capable of. Do you know, I still have trouble believing it, said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully. Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last Id have thought. I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If youd told me then what he was going to become, Id have said youd had too much mead. You dont know the half of it, Rosmerta, said Fudge gruffly. The worst he did isnt widely known. The worst. said Madam Rosmerta, her voice alive with curiosity. Worse than murdering all those poor people, you mean. I certainly do, said Fudge. I cant believe that. What could possibly be worse. You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta, murmured Professor McGonagall. Do you remember who his best friend was. Naturally, said Madam Rosmerta, with a small laugh. Never saw one without the other, did you. Download cars video game pc number of times I had them in here - ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter. Harry dropped his tankard with a loud clunk. Ron kicked him. Precisely, said Professor McGonagall. Click here and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright, of course - exceptionally bright, in fact - but I dont think weve ever had such a pair of troublemakers - I dunno, chuckled Hagrid. Fred and George Weasley could give em a run fer their money. Youd have thought Black and Potter were brothers. chimed in Professor Flitwick. Inseparable. Of course they were, said Fudge. Potter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school. Black was best man when James married Lily. Then they named him godfather to Harry. Harry has no idea, of course. You can imagine how the idea would torment him. Because Black turned out to be in league with You-Know-Who. whispered Madam Rosmerta. Worse even than that, mdear. Fudge dropped his voice and proceeded in a sort of low rumble. Not many people are aware that the Potters knew You-Know-Who was after them. Dumbledore, who was of course working tirelessly against You-Know-Who, had a number of useful spies. One of them tipped him off, and he alerted James and Lily at once. He advised them to go into hiding. Well, of course, You-Know-Who wasnt an easy person to hide from. Dumbledore told them that their best chance was the Fidelius Charm. How does that work. said Madam Rosmerta, breathless with interest. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat. An immensely complex spell, he said squeakily, involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret-Keeper, and is henceforth impossible to find - unless, of course, the Download cars video game pc chooses to divulge it. As long as the Secret-Keeper refused to speak, You-Know-Who could search the village where Lily and James were staying for years and never find them, not even if he had his nose pressed against their sitting-room window. So Black was the Potters Secret-Keeper. whispered Madam Rosmerta. Naturally, said Professor McGonagall. James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would die rather than tell where they were, that Black was planning to go into hiding himself. and yet, Dumbledore remained worried. I remember him offering to be the Potters Secret-Keeper himself. He suspected Black. gasped Madam Rosmerta. He was sure that somebody close to the Potters had bayonetta 2 keeping YouKnow-Who informed of their see more, said Professor McGonagall darkly. Indeed, he had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of information to You-Know-Who. But James Potter insisted on using Black. He did, said Fudge heavily. And then, barely a week after the Fidelius Charm had been performed - Black betrayed them. breathed Madam Rosmerta. He did indeed. Black was tired of his double-agent role, he was ready to declare his support openly for You-Know-Who, and he seems to have planned this for the moment of the Potters death. But, as we all know, You-KnowWho met his downfall in little Harry Potter. Powers gone, horribly weakened, he fled. And this left Black in a very nasty position indeed. His master had fallen at the very moment when he, Black, had shown his true colors as a this web page. He had no choice but to run for it - Filthy, stinkin turncoat. Hagrid said, so loudly krondor betrayal at half the bar went quiet. Shh. said Professor McGonagall. I met him. growled Hagrid. I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people. It was me what rescued Harry from Lily an Jamess house after they was killed. Jus got him outta the ruins, poor little thing, with a great slash across his forehead, an his parents dead. an Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin motorbike he used ter ride. Never occurred ter me what he was doin there. I didn know hed bin Lily an Jamess Secret-Keeper. Thought hed jus heard the news o You-Know-Whos attack an come ter see what he could do. White an shakin, he was. An yeh know what I did. I COMFORTED THE MURDERIN TRAITOR. Hagrid roared. Hagrid, please. said Professor McGonagall. Keep your voice down. How was I ter know he wasn upset abou Lily an James. It was YouKnow-Who he cared abou. An then he says, Give Harry ter me, Hagrid, Im his godfather, Ill look after him - Ha. But Id had me orders from Dumbledore, an I told Black no, Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an uncles. Black argued, but in the end he gave in. Told me ter take his motorbike ter get Harry there. I wont need it anymore, he says. I shoulda known there was somethin fishy goin on then. He loved that motorbike, what was he givin it ter me for. Why wouldn he need it anymore. Fact was, it was too easy ter trace. Dumbledore knew hed bin the Potters Secret-Keeper. Black knew he was goin ter have ter run fer it that night, knew it was a matter o hours before the Ministry was after him. But what if Id given Harry to him, eh. I bet hedve pitched article source off the bike halfway out ter sea. His bes friends son. But when a wizard goes over ter the Dark Side, theres nothin and no one that matters to em anymore. A long silence followed Hagrids story. Then Madam Rosmerta said with some satisfaction, But he didnt manage to disappear, did he. The Ministry of Magic caught up with him next day. Alas, if only we had, said Fudge bitterly. It was not we who found him. It was little Peter Pettigrew - another of the Potters friends. Maddened by grief, no doubt, and knowing that Black had been the Potters Secret-Keeper, he went after Black himself. Pettigrew. that fat little boy who was always tagging around after them at Hogwarts. said Madam Rosmerta. Hero-worshipped Black and Potter, said Professor McGonagall. Never quite in their league, talent-wise. I was often rather sharp with him. More info can imagine how I - how I regret that now. She sounded as though she had a sudden head cold. There, now, Minerva, said Fudge kindly, Pettigrew died a heros death. Eyewitnesses - Muggles, of course, we wiped their memories Download cars video game pc - told us how Pettigrew cornered Black. They say he was sobbing, Lily and James, Sirius. How could you. And then he went for his wand. Well, of course, Black was quicker. Blew Pettigrew to smithereens. Professor McGonagall blew her nose and said thickly, Stupid boy. foolish boy. he was always hopeless at dueling. should have left it to the Ministry. I tell yeh, if Id got ter Black before little Pettigrew did, I wouldntve messed around with wands - Idve ripped him limb - from - limb, Hagrid growled. You dont know what youre talking about, Hagrid, said Link sharply. Nobody but trained Hit Wizards from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad would have stood a chance against Black once he was cornered. I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the time, and I was one of the first on the scene after Black murdered all those people. I - I will never forget it. I still dream about it sometimes. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below. Bodies everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black standing there laughing, with what was left of Pettigrew in front of him. a heap of bloodstained robes and a few - a few fragments - Fudges voice stopped abruptly. There was the sound of click noses being blown. Well, there you have it, Rosmerta, said Fudge thickly. Black was taken away by twenty members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad and Pettigrew received the Order of Merlin, First Class, which I think was some comfort to his poor mother. Blacks been in Azkaban ever since. Madam Rosmerta let out a long sigh. Is it true hes mad, Minister. I wish I could say that he was, said Fudge slowly. I certainly believe his masters defeat unhinged him for a while. The murder of Pettigrew and all those Muggles was the action of a cornered and desperate man - cruel. pointless. Yet I met Black on my last inspection of Azkaban. You know, most of the prisoners in there sit muttering to themselves in the dark; theres no sense in them. but I was shocked at how normal Black seemed. He spoke quite rationally to me. It was unnerving. Youd have thought he was merely bored - asked if Id finished with my newspaper, cool as you please, said he missed doing the crossword.
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