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The
door
flew
open
.
For
a
split
second
Wormtail
gazed
into
the
apparently
empty
cellar
,
ablaze
with
light
from
the
three
miniature
suns
floating
in
midair
.
Then
Harry
and
Ron
launched
themselves
upon
him
.
Ron
seized
Wormtail
's
wand
arm
and
forced
it
upwards
.
Harry
slapped
a
hand
to
his
mouth
,
muffling
his
voice
.
Silently
they
struggled
:
Wormtail
's
wand
emitted
sparks
;
his
silver
hand
closed
around
Harry
's
throat
.
"
What
is
it
,
Wormtail
?
"
called
Lucius
Malfoy
from
above
.
"
Nothing
!
"
Ron
called
back
,
in
a
passable
imitation
of
Wormtail
's
wheezy
voice
.
"
All
fine
!
"
Harry
could
barely
breathe
.
"
You
're
going
to
kill
me
?
"
Harry
choked
,
attempting
to
prise
off
the
metal
fingers
.
"
After
I
saved
your
life
?
You
owe
me
,
Wormtail
!
"
The
silver
fingers
slackened
.
Harry
had
not
expected
it
:
He
wrenched
himself
free
,
astonished
,
keeping
his
hand
over
Wormtail
's
mouth
.
He
saw
the
ratlike
man
's
small
watery
eyes
widen
with
fear
and
surprise
:
He
seemed
just
as
shocked
as
Harry
at
what
his
hand
had
done
,
at
the
tiny
,
merciful
impulse
it
had
betrayed
,
and
he
continued
to
struggle
more
powerfully
,
as
though
to
undo
that
moment
of
weakness
.
"
And
we
'll
have
that
,
"
whispered
Ron
,
tugging
Wormtail
's
wand
from
his
other
hand
.
Wandless
,
helpless
,
Pettigrew
's
pupils
dilated
in
terror
.
His
eyes
had
slid
from
Harry
's
face
to
something
else
.
His
own
silver
fingers
were
moving
inexorably
toward
his
own
throat
.
"
No
--
"
