Mark Reads ‘Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban’: Chapter 11

In the eleventh chapter of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry’s fury over learning that Sirius Black betrayed his parents nearly causes him to do something stupid. Instead, he tries to help Hagrid, leading Mark to throw a Sad Party. Intrigued? Then it’s time for Mark to read Harry Potter.


  • A hatred such as he had never known before was coursing though 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 resmembled 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….
  • “D’ you know what i see and hear every time a dementor gets too near me?” Ron and Hermione shook their heads, looking apprehensive. “I can hear my mum screaming and pleading with Voldemort. And if you’d heard your mum screaming like that, just about to be killed, you wouldn’t forget it in a hurry. And if you found out someone who was supposed to be a friend of hers betrayed her and sent Voldemort after her–“
  • However, we must register our concern about the hippogriff in question. We have decided to uphold the official complaint of Mr. Lucius Malfoy, and this matter will therefore be taken to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. The hearing will take on April 20th, and we ask you to present yourself and your hippogriff at the Committee’s offices in Lond on on that date. In the meantime, the hippogriff should be kept tethered and isolated. Yours in fellowship…

    There followed a list of the school governors.

    “Oh,” said Ron. “But Buckbeak isn’t a bad hippogriff, Hagrid. I bet he’ll get off–“

    “Yeh don’ know them gargoyles at the Committee fer the Disposal o’ Dangerous Creatures!” choked Hagrid, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “They’ve got it in fer interestin’ creatures!”

  • “Listen, Hagrid,” he said, “you can’t give up. Hermione’s right, you just need a good defense. You can call us as witnesses–”

    “I’m sure I’ve read about a case of hippogriff-baiting,” said Hermione thoughtfully, “where the hippogriff got off. I’ll look it up for you, Hagrid, and see exactly what happened.”

    Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to help them.

    “Er–shall I make a cup of tea?” said Ron.

    Harry stared at him.

    “It’s what my mum does whenever someone’s upset,” Ron muttered, shrugging.

  • He fell silent, gulping his tea. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched him breathlessly. They had never heard Hagrid talk about his brief spell in Azkaban before. After a pause, Hermione said timidly, “Is it awful in there, Hagrid?”

    “Yeh’ve no idea,” said Hagrid. “Never bin anywhere like it. Thought I was goin’ mad. Kep’ goin’ over horrible stuff in me mind…the day I got expelled from Hogwarts…day me dad died…day I had ter let Norbert go….”

    His eyes filled with tears. Norbert was the babay dragon Hagrid had once won in a game of cards.

    “Yeh can’ really remember who yeh are after a while. An’ yeah can’ se the point o’ livin’ at all. I used ter hope I’d jus’ die in me sleep….When they let me out, it was like being born again, ev’rythin’ came floodin’ back, it was the bes’ feelin’ in the world.”

  • Hagrid went quiet for a moment, staring into his tea. Then he said quietly, “Thought o’ jus’ letting Buckbeak go…tryin’ ter make him fly away…but how d’yeh explain ter a hippogriff it’s gotta go inter hidin’? An’–an’ I’m scared o’ breakin’ the law….” He looked up at them, tears leaking down his face again. “I don’ ever want ter bo back ter Azkaban.”
  • “May I?” said Professor McGonagall, but she didn’t wait for an answer before pulling the Firebolt out of their hands. She examined it carefully from handle to twig-ends. “Hmm. And there was no note at all, Potter? No card? No message of any kind?”

    “No,” said Harry blankly.

    “I see…,” said Professor McGonagall. “Well, I’m afraid I will have to take this, Potter.”

    “W–what?” said Harry, scrambling to his feet. “Why?”

    “It will need to be checked for jinxes,” said Professor McGonagall. “Of course, I’m no expert, but I daresay Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick will strip it down–“

    “Strip it down?” repeated Ron, as though Professor McGonagall was mad.

    “It shouldn’t take more than a few weeks,” said Professor McGonagall. “You will have it back if we are sure it is jinx-free.”

  • Professor McGonagall turned on her heel and carried the Firebolt out of the portrait hole, which closed behind her. Harry stood staring after her, the tin of High-Finish Polish still clutched in his hands. Ron, however, rounded on Hermione.

    “What did you go running to McGonagall for?”

    Hermione threw her book aside. She was still pink in the face, but stood up and faced Ron defiantly.

    “Because I thought–and Professor McGonagall agrees with me–that the broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!”

And, for good measure, this is actually proven to be the saddest GIF that currently exists on the Internet: