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"Now, Snape," said Fudge, startled, "the young lady is disturbed in her mind, we must make allowances --"
And then it hit him -- he understood. He hadn't seen his father -- he had seen himself --
"This cannot wait," said Dumbledore. "I must insist."
Barely two minutes later, the castle doors flew open yet again, and Snape came charging out of them, running toward the Willow.
Together they peered around the bush at the other bank. Snape had regained consciousness. He was conjuring stretchers and lifting the limp forms of Harry, Hermione, and Black onto them. A fourth stretcher, no doubt bearing Ron, was already floating at his side. Then, wand held out in front of him, he moved them away toward the castle.
"You know what this means?" Black said abruptly to Harry as they made their slow progress along the tunnel. "Turning Pettigrew in?"
"Good, good. And Dudley?"
Mr. Weasley took a long gulp of tea and sighed.
"Thank you, Minister."
"Oh, he's horrible," whispered Hermione, her ear to the door. "I bet he's all excited because the dementors are going to finish off Sirius...." She checked her watch. "Three minutes, Harry!"
Harry stared up into the grave face and felt as though the ground beneath him were falling sharply away. He had grown used to the idea that Dumbledore could solve anything. He had expected Dumbledore to pull some amazing solution out of the air. But no ... their last hope was gone.
"-- doesn't sound like there's anything we can do --"
"Me, a spy... must be out of your mind... never... don't know how you can say such a --"
"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year...."
"All I got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle," yawned Mr. Weasley. "There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasn't my department, though. Mortlake was taken away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets, but that's the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness ......,