A hatred such as he had never known before was coursing through Harry like poison. He could see Black laughing at him through the darkness, as though somebody had pasted the picture from the album over his eyes. He watched, as though somebody was playing him a piece of film, Sirius Black blasting Peter Pettigrew (who resembled Neville Longbottom) into a thousand pieces. He could hear (though having no idea what Black's voice might sound like) a low, excited mutter. ¡°It has happened, My Lord¡the Potters have made me their Secret-Keeper¡± and then came another voice, laughing shrilly, the same laugh that Harry heard inside his head whenever the Dementors drew near¡.
He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.
¡°There must be something that happened around now he wants us to change,¡± he said slowly. ¡°What happened? We were walking down to Hagrid's three hours ago¡.¡±