¡°Yeh shouldn've come!¡± Hagrid whispered, but he stood back, and they stepped inside. Hagrid shut the door quickly and Harry pulled off the cloak.
¡°Everyone thought Sirius killed Peter,¡± said Lupin, nodding. ¡°I believed it myself ¡ª until I saw the map tonight. Because the Marauder's map never lies¡Peter's alive. Ron's holding him, Harry.¡±
Because Harry knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. He had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while he lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling. When the Dementors approached him, he heard the last moments of his mother's life, her attempts to protect him, Harry, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort's laughter before he murdered her¡Harry dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake to dwell again on his mother's voice.
¡°Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was,¡± said Fred bracingly. ¡°And he's been off-color for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly ¡ª one swallow ¡ª he probably didn't feel a thing.¡±