¡°You wouldn't¡you won't¡¡± gasped Pettigrew. And he scrambled around to Ron.
They were thundering along Charing Cross Road. Harry sat up and watched buildings and benches squeezing themselves out of the Knight Bus's way. The sky was getting a little lighter. He would lie low for a couple of hours, go to Gringotts the moment it opened, then set off ¡ª where, he didn't know.
¡°Because Black's not worth dying for,¡± said Ron.