¡°Wish we could have brought you some butterbeer, really warms you up ¡ª¡±
¡°Get off me,¡± Harry spat, throwing Pettigrew's hands off him in disgust. ¡°I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it because ¡ª I don't reckon my dad would've wanted them to become killers ¡ª just for you.¡±
Harry, feeling hot from their climb, was just considering taking off the cloak for a few minutes when they heard voices nearby. Someone was climbing toward the house from the other side of the hill; moments later, Malfoy had appeared, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was speaking.