“No, Harry!” Hermione gasped in a petrified whisper; Ron, however, spoke to Black.
　　”If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.
　　Something flickered in Black’s shadowed eyes.
　　”Lie down,” he said quietly to Ron. “You will damage that leg even more.”
　　”Did you hear me?” Ron said weakly, though he was clinging painfully to Harry to stay upright. “You’ll have to kill all three of us!”