¡°Probably,¡± said Ron. ¡°Why?¡±
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He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames.
¡°Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done? The Dark Lord¡you have no idea¡he has weapons you can't imagine ¡I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James. I never meant it to happen¡He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me ¡ª¡±