¡°Don't you say ¡°yes¡± in that ungrateful tone,¡± Aunt Marge growled. ¡°It's damn good of Vernon and Petunia to keep you. Wouldn't have done it myself. You'd have gone straight to an orphanage if you'd been dumped on my doorstep.¡±
¡°But Peter got wind of what was going on and ran for it.¡± croaked Black. ¡°This cat ¡ª Crookshanks, did you call him? ¡ª told me Peter had left blood on the sheets¡I supposed he bit himself¡Well, faking his own death had worked once.¡±
¡°Harry!¡± said Fred, who looked extremely white underneath, the mud. ¡°How're you feeling?¡±
¡°All right, then,¡± Black said, without taking his eyes off the rat.
¡°Get away from him ¡ª get away ¡ª Scabbers, come here ¡ª¡±
¡°¡ª for Humongous Bighead,¡± said Fred.