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꧁Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ꧂ Dᴏᴠᴇs 𒊹︎ "Rᴏʀʏɢᴇᴛᴜᴘ!"
IT took a few seconds for the absurdity of this statement to sink in. Then Ron voiced what Harry was thinking. "You're both mental." "Ridiculous!" said Hermione faintly. "Didn't they like find his finger!?" Rory asked. "Peter Pettigrew is dead!" said Harry. "He killed him twelve years ago!" He pointed at Black, whose face twitched convulsively.
"I meant to," he growled, his yellow teeth bared, "but little Peter got the better of me . . . not this time, though!"
And Crookshanks was thrown to the floor as Black lunged at Scabbers; Ron yelled with pain as Black's weight fell on his broken leg.
"Sirius, NO!" Lupin yelled, launching himself forwards and dragging Black away from Ron again. "WAIT! You can't do it just like that —- they need to understand— we've got to explain—" "We can explain afterwards!" snarled Black, trying to throw Lupin off. One hand was still clawing the air as it tried to reach Scabbers, who was squealing like a piglet, scratching Ron's face and neck as he tried to escape.
"They've — got — a — right — to — know — everything!" Lupin panted, still trying to restrain Black. "Ron kept him as a pet! There are parts of it even I don't understand! And Harry — you owe Harry the truth, Sirius — and Rory you love her the most you owe her the biggest explanation!"
Black stopped struggling, though his hollowed eyes were still fixed on Scabbers, who clamped tightly under Ron's bitten, scratched, and bleeding hands.
"All right, then," Black said, without taking his eyes off the rat taking back his seat. "Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murderer I was imprisoned for. . . ."
"You're nutters, both of you," said Ron shakily, looking round at Harry, Rory and Hermione for support. "I've had enough of this. I'm off."
He tried to heave himself on his good leg, but Lupin raised his wand again, pointing it at Scabbers.
"You're going to hear me out, Ron," he said quietly. "Just keep a tight hold onto Petter while you listen."
"HE'S NOT PETER, HE'S SCABBERS!" Ron yelled, trying to force the rat back into his front pocket, but Scabbers was fighting too hard; Ron swayed and overbalanced, and Harry caught him and pushed him back down to the bed. Then, ignoring Black, Harry turned to Lupin.
