Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Дж. К. Роулинг

‘Le’ go of him! Le’ go of Harry!’

      Lupin ignored him.

      ‘What creature sat in the corner, the first time that Harry Potter visited my office at Hogwarts?’ he said, giving Harry a small shake. ‘Answer me!’

      ‘A – a Grindylow in a tank, wasn’t it?’

      Lupin released Harry and fell back against a kitchen cupboard.

      ‘Wha’ was tha’ about?’ roared Hagrid.

      ‘I’m sorry, Harry, but I had to check,’ said Lupin tersely. ‘We’ve been betrayed. Voldemort knew that you were being moved tonight and the only people who could have told him were directly involved in the plan. You might have been an impostor.’

      ‘So why aren’ you checkin’ me?’ panted Hagrid, still struggling to fit through the door.

      ‘You’re half-giant,’ said Lupin, looking up at Hagrid. ‘The Polyjuice Potion is designed for human use only.’

      ‘None of the Order would have told Voldemort we were moving tonight,’ said Harry: the idea was dreadful to him, he could not believe it of any of them. ‘Voldemort only caught up with me towards the end, he didn’t know which one I was in the beginning. If he’d been in on the plan, he’d have known from the start I was the one with Hagrid.’

      ‘Voldemort caught up with you?’ said Lupin sharply. ‘What happened? How did you escape?’

      Harry explained, briefly, how the Death Eaters pursuing them had seemed to recognise him as the true Harry, how they had abandoned the chase, how they must have summoned Voldemort, who had appeared just before he and Hagrid had reached the sanctuary of Tonks’s parents’.

      ‘They recognised you? But how? What had you done?’

      ‘I …’ Harry tried to remember; the whole journey seemed like a blur of panic and confusion. ‘I saw Stan Shunpike … you know, the bloke who was the conductor on the Knight Bus? And I tried to Disarm him instead of – well, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, does he? He must be Imperiused!’

      Lupin looked aghast.

      ‘Harry, the time for Disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill you! At least Stun if you aren’t prepared to kill!’

      ‘We were hundreds of feet up! Stan’s not himself, and if I Stunned him and he’d fallen he’d have died the same as if I’d used Avada Kedavra! Expelliarmus saved me from Voldemort two years ago,’ Harry added defiantly. Lupin was reminding him of the sneering Hufflepuff Zacharias Smith, who had jeered at Harry for wanting to teach Dumbledore’s Army how to Disarm.

      ‘Yes, Harry,’ said Lupin with painful restraint, ‘and a great number of Death Eaters witnessed that happening! Forgive me, but it was a very unusual move then, under imminent threat of death. Repeating it tonight in front of Death Eaters who either witnessed or heard about the first occasion was close to suicidal!’

      ‘So you think I should have killed Stan Shunpike?’ said Harry angrily.

      ‘Of course not,’ said Lupin, ‘but the Death Eaters – frankly, most people! – would have expected you to attack back! Expelliarmus is a useful spell, Harry, but the Death Eaters seem to think it is your signature move, and I urge you not to let it become so!’

      Lupin was making Harry feel idiotic, and yet there was still a grain of defiance inside him.

      ‘I won’t blast people out of my way just because they’re there,’ said Harry. ‘That’s Voldemort’s job.’

      Lupin’s retort was lost: finally succeeding in squeezing through the door, Hagrid staggered to a chair and sat down; it collapsed beneath him. Ignoring his mingled oaths and apologies, Harry addressed Lupin again.

      ‘Will George be OK?’

      All Lupin’s frustration with Harry seemed to drain away at the question.

      ‘I think so, although there’s no chance of replacing his ear, not when it’s been cursed off –’

      There was a scuffling from outside. Lupin dived for the back door; Harry leapt over Hagrid’s legs, and sprinted into the yard.

      Two figures had appeared in the yard and as Harry ran towards them he realised they were Hermione, now returning to her normal appearance, and Kingsley, both clutching a bent coat hanger. Hermione flung herself into Harry’s arms, but Kingsley showed no pleasure at the sight of any of them. Over Hermione’s shoulder Harry saw him raise his wand and point it at Lupin’s chest.

      ‘The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us?’

      ‘“Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him,”’ said Lupin calmly.

      Kingsley turned his wand on Harry, but Lupin said, ‘It’s him, I’ve checked!’

      ‘All right, all right!’ said Kingsley, stowing his wand back beneath his cloak. ‘But somebody betrayed us! They knew, they knew it was tonight!’

      ‘So it seems,’ replied Lupin, ‘but apparently they did not realise that there would be seven Harrys.’

      ‘Small comfort!’ snarled Kingsley. ‘Who else is back?’

      ‘Only Harry, Hagrid, George and me.’

      Hermione stifled a little moan behind her hand.

      ‘What happened to you?’ Lupin asked Kingsley.

      ‘Followed by five, injured two, might’ve killed one,’ Kingsley reeled off, ‘and we saw You-Know-Who as well, he joined the chase halfway through, but vanished pretty quickly. Remus, he can –’

      ‘Fly,’ supplied Harry. ‘I saw him too, he came after Hagrid and me.’

      ‘So that’s why he left – to follow you!’ said Kingsley. ‘I couldn’t understand why he’d vanished. But what made him change targets?’

      ‘Harry behaved a little too kindly to Stan Shunpike,’ said Lupin.

      ‘Stan?’ repeated Hermione. ‘But I thought he was in Azkaban?’

      Kingsley let out a mirthless laugh.

      ‘Hermione, there’s obviously been a mass breakout which the Ministry has hushed up. Travers’s hood fell off when I cursed him, he’s supposed to be inside too. But what happened to you, Remus? Where’s George?’

      ‘He lost an ear,’ said Lupin.

      ‘Lost an –?’ repeated Hermione in a high voice.

      ‘Snape’s work,’ said Lupin.

      ‘Snape?’ shouted Harry. ‘You didn’t say –’

      ‘He lost his hood during the chase. Sectumsempra was always a speciality of Snape’s. I wish I could say I’d paid him back in kind, but it was all I could do to keep George on the broom after he was injured, he was losing so much blood.’

      Silence fell between the four of them as they looked up at the sky. There was no sign of movement; the stars stared back, unblinking, indifferent, unobscured by flying friends. Where was Ron? Where were Fred and Mr Weasley? Where were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad-Eye and Mundungus?

      ‘Harry, give us a hand!’ called Hagrid hoarsely from the door, in which he was stuck again. Glad of something to do, Harry pulled him free, then headed through the empty kitchen and back into the sitting room, where Mrs Weasley and Ginny were still tending to George. Mrs Weasley had staunched his bleeding now, and by the lamplight Harry saw a clean, gaping hole where George’s ear had been.

      ‘How is he?’

      Mrs Weasley looked round and said, ‘I can’t make it grow back, not when it’s been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse … he’s alive.’

      ‘Yeah,’ said Harry. ‘Thank God.’

      ‘Did I hear someone else in the yard?’ Ginny asked.

      ‘Hermione and