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"
Did
Crouch
try
and
get
his
son
off
?
"
Hermione
whispered
.
Sirius
let
out
a
laugh
that
was
much
more
like
a
bark
.
"
Crouch
let
his
son
off
?
I
thought
you
had
the
measure
of
him
,
Hermione
!
Anything
that
threatened
to
tarnish
his
reputation
had
to
go
;
he
had
dedicated
his
whole
life
to
becoming
Minister
of
Magic
.
You
saw
him
dismiss
a
devoted
house-elf
because
she
associated
him
with
the
Dark
Mark
again
-
does
n't
that
tell
you
what
he
's
like
?
Crouch
's
fatherly
affection
stretched
just
far
enough
to
give
his
son
a
trial
,
and
by
all
accounts
,
it
was
n't
much
more
than
an
excuse
for
Crouch
to
show
how
much
he
hated
the
boy
...
then
he
sent
him
straight
to
Azkaban
.
"
"
He
gave
his
own
son
to
the
dementors
?
"
asked
Harry
quietly
.
"
That
's
right
,
"
said
Sirius
,
and
he
did
n't
look
remotely
amused
now
.
"
I
saw
the
dementors
bringing
him
in
,
watched
them
through
the
bars
in
my
cell
door
.
He
ca
n't
have
been
more
than
nineteen
.
They
took
him
into
a
cell
near
mine
.
He
was
screaming
for
his
mother
by
nightfall
.
He
went
quiet
after
a
few
days
,
though
...
they
all
went
quiet
in
the
end
...
except
when
they
shrieked
in
their
sleep
...
.
"
For
a
moment
,
the
deadened
look
in
Sirius
's
eyes
became
more
pronounced
than
ever
,
as
though
shutters
had
closed
behind
them
.
"
So
he
's
still
in
Azkaban
?
"
Harry
said
.
"
No
,
"
said
Sirius
dully
.
"
No
,
he
's
not
in
there
anymore
.
He
died
about
a
year
after
they
brought
him
in
.
"
"
He
died
?
"
