It was as though Harry's memory was on fast forward. The lightning¡the Grim¡the Snitch¡and the Dementors¡
Pettigrew had fallen to his knees as though Harry's nod had been his own death sentence. He shuffled forward on his knees, groveling, his hands clasped in front of him as though praying.
¡°He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out ¡ª¡±