The Lyre of Apollo

"What is all this?" Lyra jolted to see Sirius Black standing beside the bowtruckle's tree, his face as sullen as pale as last night. It somehow paled further and he fell backwards with a shout of pure madness as coldness swept over her again. Her eyes bulged. A rotten hand grasped her shoulder. The screaming of Frank and Alice Longbottom filled her head.