¡°Not Harry! Please¡have mercy¡have mercy¡¡±
Crookshanks's fur suddenly stood on end. A shrill, tinny, whistling was filling the room. The Pocket Sneakoscope had become dislodged from Uncle Vernon's old socks and was whirling and gleaming on the floor.
¡°Enough of this,¡± said Lupin, and there was a steely note in his voice Harry had never heard before. ¡°There's one certain way to prove what really happened. Ron, give me that rat.¡±
But Harry had come face-to-face with him at Hogwarts. Remembering their last meeting as he stood at the dark window, Harry had to admit he was lucky even to have reached his thirteenth birthday.