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The,only person left outdoors was a teenage boy .who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed &outside number four. He was a skinny, +black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the ,pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone .who has grown a lot in a short space of time. +His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt .baggy and faded, and the soles of his trainers)were peeling away from the uppers. Harry -Potters appearance did not endear him to the ,neighbours, who were the sort of people who -thought scruffiness ought to be punishable by+law, but as he had hidden himself behind a )large hydrangea bush this evening he was 1quite invisible to passers-by. In fact, the only )way he would be spotted was if his Uncle -Vernon or Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out -of the living-room window and looked straight-down into the flowerbed below. On the whole, ,Harry thought he was to be congratulated on .his idea of hiding here. He was not, perhaps, .very comfortable lying on the hot, hard earth -but, on the other hand, nobody was glaring at,him, grinding their teeth so loudly that he +could not hear the news, or shooting nasty ,questions at him, as had happened every time/he had tried sitting down in the living room to*watch television with his aunt and uncle. ,Almost as though this thought had fluttered )through the open window, Vernon Dursley, 0Harry's uncle, suddenly spoke. 'Glad to see the .boy's stopped trying to butt in. Where is he, ,anyway?' 'I don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, .unconcerned. 'Not in the house.' Uncle Vernon +grunted. 'Watching the news . . .' he said 2scathingly. 'I'd like to know what he's really up +to. As if a normal boy cares what's on the .news - 'Dudley hasn't got a clue what's going .on; doubt he knows who the Prime Minister is! +Anyway, it's not as if there'd be anything -about his lot on our news - ' 'Vernon, shh!' -said Aunt Petunia. The window's open!' 'Oh - .yes - sorry, dear.' The Dursleys fell silent. 0Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit 'n' Bran -breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs Figg, a.batty cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria-Walk, amble slowly past. She was frowning and-muttering to herself. Harry was very pleased )he was concealed behind the bush, as Mrs ,Figg had recently taken to asking him round ,for tea whenever she met him in the street. ,She had rounded the corner and vanished from-view before Uncle Vernon's voice floated out /of the window again. 'Dudders out for tea?' 'At1the Polkisses',' said Aunt Petunia fondly. 'He's 3got so many little friends, he's so popular . . .' .Harry suppressed a snort with difficulty. The /Dursleys really were astonishingly stupid about.their son, Dudley. They had swallowed all his (dim-witted lies about having tea with a ,different member of his gang every night of .the summer holidays. Harry knew perfectly well,that Dudley had not been to tea anywhere; he-and his gang spent every evening vandalising -the play park, smoking on street corners and .throwing stones at passing cars and children. -Harry had seen them at it during his evening +walks around Little Whinging; he had spent ,most of the holidays wandering the streets, *scavenging newspapers from bins along the )way. The opening notes of the music that (heralded the seven o'clock news reached *Harry's ears and his stomach turned over. -Perhaps tonight - after a month of waiting - 'would be the night. 'Record numbers of ,stranded holidaymakers fill airports as the -Spanish baggage-handlers' strike reaches its /second week - ' 'Give 'em a lifelong siesta, I -would,' snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of )the newsreaders sentence, but no matter: *outside in the flowerbed, Harry's stomach $seemed to unclench. If anything had .happened, it would surely have been the first ,item on the news; death and destruction were,more important than stranded holidaymakers. -He let out a long, slow breath and stared up 0at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer$had been the same: the tension, the ,expectation, the temporary relief, and then )mounting tension again . . . and always, )growing more insistent all the time, the ,question of why nothing had happened yet. He,kept listening, just in case there was some .small clue, not recognised for what it really $was by the Muggles - an unexplained (disappearance, perhaps, or some strange 0accident . . . but the baggage-handlers' strike *was followed by news about the drought in 1the Southeast ('I hope he's listening next door!'0bellowed Uncle Vernon. 'Him with his sprinklers 0on at three in the morning!'), then a helicopter.that had almost crashed in a field in Surrey, )then a famous actress's divorce from her +famous husband ('As if we're interested in -their sordid affairs,' sniffed Aunt Petunia, )who had followed the case obsessively in ,every magazine she could lay her bony hands +on). Harry closed his eyes against the now .blazing evening sky as the newsreader said, '-*and finally, Bungy the budgie has found a -novel way of keeping cool this summer. Bungy,/who lives at the Five Feathers in Barnsley, has+learned to water ski! Mary Dorkins went to /find out more.' Harry opened his eyes. If they ,had reached water-skiing budgerigars, there /would be nothing else worth hearing. He rolled .cautiously on to his front and raised himself .on to his knees and elbows, preparing to crawl(out from under the window. He had moved %about two inches when several things +happened in very quick succession. A loud, .echoing crack broke the sleepy silence like a )gunshot; a cat streaked out from under a .parked car and flew out of sight; a shriek, a -bellowed oath and the sound of breaking china,came from the Dursleys' living room, and as *though this was the signal Harry had been *waiting for he jumped to his feet, at the ,same time pulling from the waistband of his 'jeans a thin wooden wand as if he were *unsheathing a sword - but before he could /draw himself up to full height, the top of his .head collided with the Dursleys' open window. ,The resultant crash made Aunt Petunia scream.even louder. Harry felt as though his head had.been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swayed, *trying to focus on the street to spot the 'source of the noise, but he had barely -staggered upright when two large purple hands+reached through the open window and closed .tightly around his throat. 'Put - it - away!' -Uncle Vernon snarled into Harry's ear. 'Now! +Before - anyone - sees!' 'Get - off - me!' %Harry gasped. For a few seconds they (struggled, Harry pulling at his uncle's -sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his ,right maintaining a firm grip on his raised .wand; then, as the pain in the top of Harry's ,head gave a particularly nasty throb, Uncle +Vernon yelped and released Harry as though (he had received an electric shock. Some -invisible force seemed to have surged through+his nephew, making him impossible to hold. &Panting, Harry fell forwards over the +hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared ,around. There was no sign of what had caused(the loud cracking noise, but there were -several faces peering through various nearby -windows. Harry stuffed his wand hastily back +into his jeans and tried to look innocent. .'Lovely evening!' shouted Uncle Vernon, waving&at Mrs Number Seven opposite, who was /glaring from behind her net curtains. 'Did you -hear that car backfire just now? Gave Petunia/and me quite a turn!' He continued to grin in a*horrible, manic way until all the curious -neighbours had disappeared from their various+windows, then the grin became a grimace of ,rage as he beckoned Harry back towards him. ,Harry moved a few steps closer, taking care .to stop just short of the point at which Uncle)Vernon's outstretched hands could resume .their strangling. 'What the devil do you mean ,by it, boy?' asked Uncle Vernon in a croaky .voice that trembled with fury. 'What do I mean-by what?' said Harry coldly. He kept looking 1left and right up the street, still hoping to see,the person who had made the cracking noise. .'Making a racket like a starting pistol right 1outside our - ' 'I didn't make that noise,' said .Harry firmly. Aunt Petunia's thin, horsy face )now appeared beside Uncle Vernon's wide, ,purple one. She looked livid. 'Why were you ,lurking under our window?' 'Yes - yes, good -point, Petunia! What were you doing under our,window, boy?' 'Listening to the news,' said .Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle .exchanged looks of outrage. 'Listening to the /news! Again?' 'Well, it changes every day, you 0see,' said Harry. 'Don't you be clever with me, /boy! I want to know what you're really up to - -and don't give me any more of this listening *to the news tosh! You know perfectly well .that your lot - ' 'Careful, Vernon!' breathed +Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon lowered his .voice so that Harry could barely hear him,' - 1that your lot don't get on our news!' That's all /you know,' said Harry. The Dursleys goggled at )him for a few seconds, then Aunt Petunia 0said, 'You're a nasty little liar. What are all .those - ' she, too, lowered her voice so that .Harry had to lip-read the next word, ' - owls 0doing if they're not bringing you news?' 'Aha!' +said Uncle Vernon in a triumphant whisper. +'Get out of that one, boy! As if we didn't &know you get all your news from those +pestilential birds!' Harry hesitated for a *moment. It cost him something to tell the *truth this time, even though his aunt and .uncle could not possibly know how bad he felt 1at admitting it. 'The owls . . . aren't bringing 3me news,' he said tonelessly. 'I don't believe it,'0said Aunt Petunia at once. 'No more do I,' said .Uncle Vernon forcefully. 'We know you're up to.something funny' said Aunt Petunia. 'We're not-stupid, you know,' said Uncle Vernon. 'Well, +that's news to me,' said Harry, his temper /rising, and before the Dursleys could call him (back, he had wheeled about, crossed the -front lawn, stepped over the low garden wall .and was striding off up the street. He was in -trouble now and he knew it. He would have to *face his aunt and uncle later and pay the -price for his rudeness, but he: did not care *very much just at the moment; he had much -more pressing matters on his mind. Harry was )sure the cracking noise had been made by ,someone Apparating or Disapparating. It was +exactly the sound Dobby the house-elf made /when he vanished into thin air. Was it possible+that Dobby was here in Privet Drive? Could *Dobby be following him right at this very ,moment? As this thought occurred he wheeled -around and stared back down Privet Drive, but*it appeared to be completely deserted and +Harry was sure that Dobby did not know how *to become invisible. He walked on, hardly -aware of the route he was taking, for he had .pounded these streets so often lately that his)feet carried him to his favourite haunts *automatically. Every few steps he glanced ,back over his shoulder. Someone magical had -been near him as he lay among Aunt Petunia's .dying begonias, he was sure of it. Why hadn't )they spoken to him, why hadn't they made 'contact, why were they hiding now? And 0then, as his feeling of frustration peaked, his .certainty leaked away. Perhaps it hadn't been -a magical sound after all. Perhaps he was so .desperate for the tiniest sign of contact from+the world to which he belonged that he was *simply overreacting to perfectly ordinary ,noises. Could he be sure it hadn't been the %sound of something breaking inside a .neighbour's house? Harry felt a dull, sinking ,sensation in his stomach and before he knew (it the feeling of hopelessness that had ,plagued him all summer rolled over him once *again. Tomorrow morning he would be woken -by the alarm at five o'clock so he could pay /the owl that delivered the Daily Prophet - but +was there any point continuing to take it? -Harry merely glanced at the front page before.throwing it aside these days; when the idiots (who ran the paper finally realised that (Voldemort was back it would be headline -news, and that was the only kind Harry cared ,about. If he was lucky, there would also be /owls carrying letters from his best friends Ron*and Hermione, though any expectation he'd ,had that their letters would bring him news )had long since been dashed. We can't say *much about you-know-what, obviously . . . $We've been told not to say anything .important in case our letters go astray . . . .We're quite busy but I can't give you details 1here . . . There's a fair amount going on, we'll .tell you everything when we see you . . . But (when were they going to see him? Nobody )seemed too bothered with a precise date. /Hermione had scribbled I expect we'll be seeing-you quite soon inside his birthday card, but .how soon was soon? As far as Harry could tell 'from the vague hints in their letters, )Hermione and Ron were in the same place, -presumably at Ron's parents' house. He could )hardly bear to think of the pair of them +having fun at The Burrow when he was stuck /in Privet Drive. In fact, he was so angry with *them he had thrown away, unopened, the two+boxes of Honeydukes chocolates they'd sent /him for his birthday. He'd regretted it later, (after the wilted salad Aunt Petunia had .provided for dinner that night. And what were +Ron and Hermione busy with? Why wasn't he, .Harry, busy? Hadn't he proved himself capable *of handling much more than them? Had they *all forgotten what he had done? Hadn't it +been he who had entered that graveyard and ,watched Cedric being murdered, and been tied+to that tombstone and nearly killed? Don't -think about that, Harry told himself sternly +for the hundredth time that summer. It was 'bad enough that he kept revisiting the .graveyard in his nightmares, without dwelling -on it in his waking moments too. He turned a -corner into Magnolia Crescent; halfway along ,he passed the narrow alleyway down the side ,of a garage where he had first clapped eyes .on his godfather. Sirius, at least, seemed to -understand how Harry was feeling. Admittedly,.his letters were just as empty of proper news )as Ron and Hermione's, but at least they +contained words of caution and consolation /instead of tantalising hints: I know this must ,be frustrating for you . . . Keep your nose 0clean and everything will be OK . . .Be careful /and don't do anything rash . . . Well, thought (Harry, as he crossed Magnolia Crescent, ,turned into Magnolia Road and headed towards/the darkening play park, he had (by and large) (done as Sirius advised. He had at least /resisted the temptation to tie his trunk to his)broomstick and set off for The Burrow by .himself. In fact, Harry thought his behaviour #had been very good considering how .frustrated and angry he felt at being stuck in+Privet Drive so long, reduced to hiding in ,flowerbeds in the hope of hearing something ,that might point to what Lord Voldemort was 0doing. Nevertheless, it was quite galling to be ,told not to be rash by a man who had served ,twelve years in the wizard prison, Azkaban, +escaped, attempted to commit the murder he +had been convicted for in the first place, .then gone on the run with a stolen Hippogriff.,Harry vaulted over the locked park gate and +set off across the parched grass. The park )was as empty as the surrounding streets. )When he reached the swings he sank on to -the only one that Dudley and his friends had )not yet managed to break, coiled one arm +around the chain and stared moodily at the ,ground. He would not be able to hide in the .Dursleys' flowerbed again. Tomorrow, he would -have to think of some fresh way of listening -to the news. In the meantime, he had nothing )to look forward to but another restless, &disturbed night, because even when he +escaped the nightmares about Cedric he had 0unsettling dreams about long dark corridors, all.finishing in dead ends and locked doors, which)he supposed had something to do with the *trapped feeling he had when he was awake. ,Often the old scar on his forehead prickled +uncomfortably, but he did not fool himself /that Ron or Hermione or Sirius would find that ,very interesting any more. In the past, his +scar hurting had warned that Voldemort was %getting stronger again, but now that 'Voldemort was back they would probably 0remind him that its regular irritation was only 1to be expected . . . nothing to worry about . . .1old news . . . The injustice of it all welled up /inside him so that he wanted to yell with fury.-If it hadn't been for him, nobody would even (have known Voldemort was back! And. his .reward was to be stuck in Little Whinging for .four solid weeks, completely cut off from the *magical world, reduced to squatting among *dying begonias so hat he could hear about $water-skiing budgerigars! How could ,Dumbledore have forgotten him so easily? Why*had Ron and Hermione got together without -inviting him along, too? How much longer was 0he supposed to endure Sirius telling him to sit 'tight and be a good boy; or resist the (temptation to write to the stupid Daily )Prophet and point out that Voldemort had )returned? These curious thoughts whirled /around in Harry's head, and his insides writhed+with anger as a sultry, velvety night fell /around him, the air full of the smell of warm, .dry grass, and the only sound that of the low *grumble of traffic on the road beyond the .park railings. He did not know how long he had,sat on the swing before the sound of voices .interrupted his musings and he looked up. The ,streetlamps from the surrounding roads were &casting a misty glow strong enough to .silhouette a group of people making their way +across the park. One of them was singing a .loud, crude song. The others were laughing. A %soft ticking noise came from several &expensive racing bikes that they were ,wheeling along. Harry knew who those people ,were. The figure in front was unmistakeably +his cousin, Dudley Dursley wending his way (home, accompanied by his faithful gang. .Dudley was as vast as ever, but a year's hard -dieting and the discovery of a new talent had+wrought quite a change in his physique. As )Uncle Vernon delightedly told anyone who -would listen, Dudley had recently become the 'Junior Heavyweight Inter-school Boxing .Champion of the Southeast. 'The noble sport', +as Uncle Vernon called it, had made Dudley +even more formidable than he had seemed to +Harry in their primary school days when he .had served as Dudley's first punchball. Harry *was not remotely afraid of his cousin any +more but he still didn't think that Dudley ,earning to punch harder and more accurately )was cause for celebration. Neighbourhood ,children all around were terrified of him - ,even more terrified than they were of 'that -Potter boy' who, they lad been warned, was a +hardened hooligan and attended St Brutus's +secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. ,Harry watched the dark figures crossing the %grass and wondered who they had been ,beating up tonight. Look round, Harry found ,himself thinking as he watched them. Come on8. . . look round . . . I'm sitting here all alone . . . 0come and have a go . . . If Dudley's friends saw-him sitting here, they would be sure to make ,a beeline for him, and what would Dudley do -then? He wouldn't want to lose face in front &of the gang, but he'd be terrified of 0provoking Harry . . . it would be really fun to ,watch Dudley's dilemma, to taunt him, watch 0him, with him powerless to respond . . . and if .any of the others tried hitting Harry, he was 0ready - he had his wand. Let them try . . . he'd,love to vent some of his frustration on the .boys who had once made his life hell. But they.didn't turn around, they didn't see him, they ,were almost at the railings. Harry mastered /the impulse to call after them . . . seeking a -fight was not a smart move . . . he must not /use magic he would be risking expulsion again. ,The voices of Dudley's gang died away; they *were out of sight, heading along Magnolia 0Road. There you go, Sirius, Harry thought dully..Nothing rash. Kept my nose clean. Exactly the ,opposite of what you'd have done. He got to )his feet and stretched. Aunt Petunia and *Uncle Vernon seemed to feel that whenever *Dudley turned up was the right time to be +home, and any time after that was much too *late. Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock (Harry in the shed if he came home alter 1Dudley ever again, so, stifling a yawn, and still.scowling, Harry set off towards the park gate..Magnolia Road, like Privet Drive, was full of .large, square houses with perfectly manicured -lawns, all owned by large, square owners who 'drove very clean cars similar to Uncle -Vernon's. Harry preferred Little Whinging by 'night, when the curtained windows made .patches of jewel-bright colour in the darkness-and he ran no danger of hearing disapproving *mutters about his 'delinquent' appearance +when he passed the householders. He walked -quickly, so that halfway along Magnolia Road -Dudley's gang came into view again; they were*saying their farewells at the entrance to *Magnolia Crescent. Harry stepped into the 0shadow of a large lilac tree and waited. '. . . -squealed like a pig, didn't he?' Malcolm was /saying, to guffaws from the others. 'Nice right0hook, Big D,' said Piers. 'Same time tomorrow?' ,said Dudley. 'Round at my place, my parents 0will be out,' said Gordon. 'See you then,' said 2Dudley. 'Bye, Dud!' 'See ya, Big D!' Harry waited +for the rest of the gang to move on before )setting off again. When their voices had +faded once more he headed around the corner+into Magnolia Crescent and by walking very -quickly he soon came within hailing distance /of Dudley, who was strolling along at his ease,0humming tunelessly. 'Hey, Big D!' Dudley turned.1'Oh,' he grunted. 'It's you.' 'How long have you 2been "Big D" then?' said Harry. 'Shut it,' snarled/Dudley, turning away. 'Cool name,' said Harry, 1grinning and falling into step beside is cousin. 3'But you'll always be "Ickle Diddykins" to me.' 'I ,said, SHUT IT!' said Dudley, whose ham-like -hands had curled into fists. 'Don't the boys ,know that's what your mum calls you?' 'Shut 1your face.' 'You don't tell her to shut her face.+What about "Popkin" and "Dinky Diddydums", /can I use them then?' Dudley said nothing. The -effort of keeping himself from hitting Harry +seemed to demand all his self-control. 'So +who've you been beating up tonight?' Harry 0asked, his grin fading. 'Another ten-year-old? I+know you did Mark Evans two nights ago - ' ,'He was asking for it,' snarled Dudley. 'Oh .yeah?' 'He cheeked me.' 'Yeah? Did he say you .look like a pig that's been taught to walk on -its hind legs? 'Cause that's not cheek, Dud, 0that's true.' A muscle was twitching in Dudley's,jaw. It gave Harry enormous satisfaction to *know how furious he was making Dudley; he ,felt as though he was siphoning off his own 0frustration into his cousin, the only outlet he 'had. They turned right down the narrow /alleyway where Harry had first seen Sirius and *which formed a short cut between Magnolia -Crescent and Wisteria Walk. It was empty and 'much darker than the streets it linked )because there were no streetlamps. Their ,footsteps were muffled between garage walls +on one side and a high fence on the other. ,Think you're a big man carrying that thing, -don't you?' Dudley said after a few seconds. ('What thing?' That - that thing you are 0hiding.' Harry grinned again. 'Not as stupid as -you look, are you, Dud? But I s'pose, if you .were, you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at.the same time.' Harry pulled out his wand. He ,saw Dudley look sideways at it. 'You're not .allowed,' Dudley said at once. 'I know you're .not. You'd get expelled from that freak school)you go to.' 'How d'you know they haven't /changed the rules, Big D?' They haven't,' said *Dudley, though he didn't sound completely .convinced. Harry laughed softly. 'You haven't (got the guts to take me on without that .thing, have you?' Dudley snarled. 'Whereas you+just need four mates behind you before you *can beat up a ten year old. You know that ,boxing title you keep banging on about? How -old was your opponent? Seven? Eight?' 'He was0sixteen, for your information,' snarled Dudley, -'and he was out cold for twenty minutes after*I'd finished with him and he was twice as 0heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you ,had that thing out - 'Running to Daddy now, .are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened +of nasty Harry's wand?' 'Not this brave at 1night, are you?' sneered Dudley. 'This is night, /Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes 2all dark like this.' 'I mean when you're in bed!' .Dudley snarled. He had stopped walking. Harry -stopped too, staring at his cousin. From the /little he could see of Dudley's large face, he )was wearing a strangely triumphant look. ,'What d'you mean, I'm not brave when I'm in .bed?' said Harry, Completely nonplussed. 'What.am I supposed to be frightened of, pillows or 1something?' 'I heard you last night,' said Dudley/breathlessly. Talking in your sleep. Moaning.' .'What d'you mean?' Harry said again, but there/was a cold, plunging sensation in his stomach. -He had revisited the graveyard last night in (his dreams. Dudley gave a harsh bark of &laughter, then adopted a high-pitched 3whimpering voice. ' "Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill .Cedric!" Who's Cedric - your boyfriend?' 'I - 1you're lying,' said Harry automatically. But his *mouth had gone dry. He knew Dudley wasn't .lying - how else would he know about Cedric? '0"Dad! Help me, Dad! He's going to kill me, Dad! 2Boo hoo!'' ' 'Shut up,' said Harry quietly. 'Shut /up, Dudley, I'm warning you!' ' "Come and help ,me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He's killed .Cedric! Dad, help me! He's going to - " Don't +you point that thing at me!' Dudley backed ,into the alley wall. Harry was pointing the -wand directly at Dudley's heart. Harry could .feel fourteen years' hatred of Dudley pounding/in his veins - what wouldn't he give to strike .now, to jinx Dudley so thoroughly he'd have to(crawl home like an insect, struck dumb, /sprouting feelers . . . 'Don't ever talk about .that again,' Harry snarled. 'D'you understand 1me?' 'Point that thing somewhere else!' 'I said, +do you understand me?' 'Point it somewhere )else!' 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?' 'GET THAT (THING AWAY FROM - ' Dudley gave an odd. 'shuddering gasp, as though he had been ,doused in icy water. Something had happened -to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was 0suddenly pitch black and lightless - the stars, -the moon, the misty streetlamps at either end.of the alley had vanished. The distant rumble +of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. +The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, .bitingly cold. They were surrounded by total, .impenetrable, silent darkness, as though some +giant hand had dropped a thick, icy mantle /over the entire alleyway, blinding them. For a -split second Harry thought he had done magic *without meaning to, despite the fact that /he'd been resisting as hard as he could - then *his reason caught up with his senses - he -didn't have the power to turn off the stars. -He turned his head this way and that, trying +to see something, but the darkness pressed -on his eyes like a weightless veil. Dudley's .terrified voice broke in Harry's ear. 'W-what -are you d-doing? St-stop it!' 'I'm not doing .anything! Shut up and don't move!' 'I c-can't 0see! I've g-gone blind! I - ' 'I said shut up!' /Harry stood stock still, turning his sightless /eyes left and right. The cold was so intense he(was shivering all over; goose bumps had -erupted up his arms and the hairs on the back-of his neck were standing up - he opened his .eyes to their fullest extent, staring blankly /around, unseeing. It was impossible . . . they 4couldn't be here . . . not in Little Whinging . . . .he strained his ears . . . he would hear them 3before he saw them . . . 'I'll t-tell Dad!' Dudley *whimpered. 'W-where are you? What are you /d-do-?' 'Will you shut up?' Harry hissed, 'I'm 2trying to lis- ' But he fell silent. He had heard +just the thing he had been dreading. There )was something in the alleyway apart from -themselves, something that was drawing long, 0hoarse, rattling breaths. Harry felt a horrible +jolt of dread as he stood trembling in the 1freezing air. 'C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I'll .h-hit you, I swear I will!' 'Dudley, shut - ' +WHAM. A fist made contact with the side of .Harry's head, lifting him off his feet. Small .white lights popped in front of his eyes. For )the second time in an hour Harry felt as )though his head had been cleaved in two; 'next moment, he had landed hard on the )ground and his wand had flown out of his -hand. 'You moron, Dudley!' Harry yelled, his +eyes watering with pain as he scrambled to /his hands and knees, feeling around frantically,n the blackness. He heard Dudley blundering *away, hitting the alley fence, stumbling. )'DUDLEY, COME BACK! YOU'RE RUNNING RIGHT 0AT IT!' There was a horrible squealing yell and 'Dudley's footsteps topped. At the same /moment, Harry felt a creeping chill behind him *that could mean only one thing. There was (more than one. 'DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH &SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH-SHUT! Wand!' Harry muttered frantically, his +hands flying over the ground like spiders. ,'Where's - wand - come on - lumos!' He said 0the spell automatically, desperate for light to 0help him n his search - and to his disbelieving 1relief, light flared inches from his right hand -,the wand tip had ignited. Harry snatched it -up, scrambled to his feet and turned around. ,His stomach turned over. A towering, hooded )figure was gliding smoothly towards him, *hovering over the ground, no feet or face /visible beneath its robes, sucking on the night.as it came. Stumbling backwards, Harry raised /his wand. 'Expecto patronum!' A silvery wisp of,vapour shot from the tip of the wand and the-Dementor slowed, but the spell hadn't worked ,properly; tripping over his own feet, Harry ,retreated further as the Dementor bore down $upon him, panic fogging his brain - -concentrate - A pair of grey, slimy, scabbed -hands slid from inside the Dementor's robes, 1reaching for him. A rushing noise filled Harry's ,ears. 'Expecto patronum!' His voice sounded /dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, .feebler than the last, drifted from the wand --he couldn't do it any more, he couldn't work -the spell. There was laughter inside his own 2head, shrill, high-pitched laughter . . . he could.smell the Dementor's putrid, death-cold breath2filling his own lungs, drowning him - think . . . 'something happy . . . But there was no 1happiness in him . . . the Dementor's icy fingers-were closing on his throat - the high-patched.laughter was growing louder and louder, and a ,voice spoke inside his head: 'Bow to death, 4Harry . . . it might even be painless . . . I would .not know . . . I have never died He was never *going to see Ron and Hermione again - And .their faces burst clearly into his mind as he *fought for breath. 'EXPECTO PATRONUM!' An -enormous silver stag erupted from the tip of .Harry's wand; it's antlers caught the Dementor)in the place where the heart should have -been; it was thrown backwards, weightless as 'darkness, and as the stag charged, the $Dementor swooped away, bat-like and +defeated. 'THIS WAY!' Harry shouted at the ,stag. Wheeling around, he sprinted down the /alleyway, holding the lit wand aloft. 'DUDLEY? )DUDLEY!' He had run barely a dozen steps +when he reached them: Dudley was curled up .on the ground, his arms clamped over his face.)A second Dementor was crouching low over -him, gripping his wrists in its slimy hands, ,prising them slowly, almost lovingly apart, *lowering its hooded head towards Dudley's ,face as though about to kiss him. 'GET IT!' ,Harry bellowed, and with a rushing, roaring ,sound, the silver stag he had conjured came +galloping past him. The Dementor's eyeless +face was barely an inch from Dudley's when ,the silver antlers caught it; the thing was 0thrown up into the air and, like its fellow, it &soared away and was absorbed into the -darkness; the stag cantered to the end of the/alleyway and dissolved into silver mist. Moon, .stars and streetlamps burst back into life. A -warm breeze swept the alleyway. Trees rustled(in neighbouring gardens and the mundane /rumble of cars in Magnolia Crescent filled the 3air again. Harry stood quite still, all his senses *vibrating, taking in the abrupt return to +normality. After a moment, he became aware -that his T-shirt was sticking to him; he was -drenched in sweat. He could not believe what -had just happened. Dementors here, in Little .Whinging. Dudley lay curled up on the ground, +whimpering and shaking. Harry bent down to +see whether he was in a fit state to stand .up, but then he heard loud, running footsteps +behind him. Instinctively raising his wand 'again, he span on his heel to face the .newcomer. Mrs Figg, their batty old neighbour,/came panting into sight. Her grizzled grey hair*was escaping from its hairnet, a clanking *String shopping bag was swinging from her +wrist and her feet were halfway out of her /tartan carpet slippers. Harry made to stow his 0wand hurriedly out of sight, but - 'Don't put it/away, idiot boy!' she shrieked. 'What if there /are more of them around? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!'   - CHAPTER TWO -  A Peck of Owls  2 'What?' said Harry blankly. 'He left!' said Mrs .Figg, wringing her hands. 'Left to see someone-about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the 2back of a broom! I told him I'd flay him alive if ,he went, and now look! Dementors! It's just +lucky I put Mr Tibbles on the case! But we .haven't got time to stand around! Hurry, now, +we've got to get you back! Oh, the trouble 3this is going to cause! I will kill him!' 'But - ' .The revelation that his batty old cat-obsessed'neighbour knew what Dementors were was -almost as big a shock to Harry as meeting two.of them down the alleyway. 'You're - you're a .witch?' 'I'm a Squib, as Mundungus knows full -well, so how on earth was I supposed to help %you fight off Dementors? He left you -completely without cover when I'd warned him *- ' This Mundungus has been following me? +Hang on - it was him! He Disapparated from ,the front of my house!' 'Yes, yes, yes, but 1luckily I'd stationed Mr Tibbles under a car just,in case, and Mr Tibbles came and warned me, *but by the time I got to your house you'd ,gone - and now - oh, what's Dumbledore going,to say? You!' she shrieked at Dudley, still 0supine on the alley floor. 'Get your fat bottom .off the ground, quick!' 'You know Dumbledore?'.said Harry, staring at her. 'Of course I know )Dumbledore, who doesn't know Dumbledore? +But come on - I'll be no help if they come +back, I've never so much as Transfigured a )teabag.' She stooped down, seized one of +Dudley's massive arms in her wizened hands /and tugged. 'Get up, you useless lump, get up!'.But Dudley either could not or would not move.)He remained on the ground, trembling and 1ashen-faced, his mouth shut very tight. 'I'll do 0it.' Harry took hold of Dudley's arm and heaved.,With an enormous effort he managed to hoist ,him to his feet. Dudley seemed to be on the 2point of fainting. His small eyes were rolling in -their sockets and sweat was beading his face;)the moment Harry let go of him he swayed 'dangerously. 'Hurry up!' said Mrs Figg +hysterically. Harry pulled one of Dudley's *massive arms around his own shoulders and .dragged him towards the road, sagging slightly-under the weight. Mrs Figg tottered along in ,front of them, peering anxiously around the .corner. 'Keep your wand out,' she told Harry, +as they entered Wisteria Walk. 'Never mind -the Statute of Secrecy now, there's going to +be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be -hanged for a dragon as an egg. Talk about the/Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery . . -. this was exactly what Dumbledore was afraid+of - What's that at the end of the street? /Oh, it's just Mr Prentice . . . don't put your /wand away, boy, don't I keep telling you I'm no,use?' It was not easy to hold a wand steady .and haul Dudley along at the same time. Harry .gave his cousin an impatient dig in the ribs, .but Dudley seemed to have lost all desire for (independent movement. He was slumped on 0Harry's shoulder, his large feet dragging along -the ground. 'Why didn't you tell me you're a ,Squib, Mrs Figg?' asked Harry, panting with /the effort to keep walking. 'All those times I +came round your house - why didn't you say /anything?' 'Dumbledore's orders. I was to keep ,an eye on you but not say anything, you were'too young. I'm sorry I gave you such a .miserable time, Harry, but the Dursleys would -never have let you come if they'd thought you/enjoyed it. It wasn't easy, you know . . . but /oh my word,' she said tragically, wringing her (hands once more, 'when Dumbledore hears ,about this - how could Mundungus have left, -he was supposed to be on duty until midnight &- where is he? How am I going to tell .Dumbledore what's happened? I can't Apparate.'-'I've got an owl, you can borrow her.' Harry )groaned, wondering whether his spine was -going to snap under Dudley's weight. 'Harry, .you don't understand! Dumbledore will need to .act as quickly as possible, the Ministry have ,their own ways of detecting underage magic, 0they'll know already, you mark my words.' 'But I+was getting rid of Dementors, I had to use )magic - they're going to be more worried )about what Dementors were doing floating /around Wisteria Walk, surely?' 'Oh, my dear, I ,wish it were so, but I'm afraid - MUNDUNGUS ,FLETCHER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!' There was)a loud crack and a strong smell of drink /mingled with stale tobacco filled the air as a +squat, unshaven man in a tattered overcoat ,materialised right in front of them. He had -short, bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair ,and bloodshot, baggy eyes that gave him the ,doleful look of a basset hound. He was also &clutching a silvery bundle that Harry /recognised at once as an Invisibility Cloak. ' 1'S'up, Figgy?' he said, staring from Mrs Figg to ,Harry and Dudley. 'What 'appened to staying 2undercover?' 'I'll give you undercover!' cried Mrs-Figg. 'Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak )thief!' 'Dementors?' repeated Mundungus, +aghast. 'Dementors, 'ere?' 'Yes, here, you 0worthless pile of bat droppings, here!' shrieked*Mrs Figg. 'Dementors attacking the boy on .your watch!' 'Blimey,' said Mundungus weakly, )looking from Mrs Figg to Harry, and back 1again. 'Blimey, I - ' 'And you off buying stolen 5cauldrons! Didn't I tell you not to go? Didn't I?' 'I%- well, I -' Mundungus looked deeply (uncomfortable. 'It - it was a very good -business opportunity see - ' Mrs Figg raised -the arm from which her string bag dangled and*whacked Mundungus around the lace and neck/with it; judging by the clanking noise it made +it was full of cat food. 'Ouch - gerroff - /gerroff, you mad old bat! Someone's gotta tell -Dumbledore!' 'Yes - they - have!' yelled Mrs ,Figg, swinging the bag of cat food at every .bit of Mundungus she could reach. 'And - it - ,had - better - be - you - and - you - can - .tell - him - why - you - weren't - there - to 1- help!' 'Keep your 'airnet on!' said Mundungus, 1his arms over his head, cowering. 'I'm going, I'm(going!' And with another loud crack, he 0vanished. 'I hope Dumbledore murders him!' said .Mrs Figg furiously. 'Now come on, Harry, what +are you waiting for?' Harry decided not to +waste his remaining breath on pointing out /that he could barely walk under Dudley's bulk. *He gave the semi-conscious Dudley a heave -and staggered onwards. 'I'll take you to the *door,' said Mrs Figg, as they turned into .Privet Drive. 'Just in case there are more of %them around . . . oh my word, what a /catastrophe . . . and you had to fight them off.yourself . . . and Dumbledore said we were to -keep you from doing magic at all costs . . . /well, it's no good crying over spilt potion, I -suppose . . . but the cat's among the pixies 2now.' 'So,' Harry panted, 'Dumbledore's . . . been/having . . . me followed?' 'Of course he has,' /said Mrs Figg impatiently. 'Did you expect him +to let you wander around on your own after ,what happened in June? Good Lord, boy, they 3told me you were intelligent . . . right . . . get *inside and stay there,' she said, as they .reached number four. 'I expect someone will be-in touch with you soon enough.' 'What are you.going to do?' asked Harry quickly. 'I'm going .straight home,' said Mrs Figg, staring around .the dark street and shuddering. 'I'll need to -wait for more instructions. Just stay in the -house. Goodnight.' 'Hang on, don't go yet! I -want to know - ' But Mrs Figg had already set0off at a trot, carpet slippers flopping, string /bag clanking. 'Wait!' Harry shouted after her. -He had a million questions to ask anyone who +was in contact with Dumbledore; but within &seconds Mrs Figg was swallowed by the .darkness. Scowling, Harry readjusted Dudley on.his shoulder and made his slow, painful way up.number four's garden path. The hall light was )on. Harry stuck his wand back inside the *waistband of his jeans, rang the bell and +watched Aunt Petunia's outline grow larger ,and larger, oddly distorted by the rippling 0glass in the front door. 'Diddy! About time too,/I was getting quite - quite - Diddy, what's the-matter?' Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ,ducked out from under his arm just in time. ,Dudley swayed on the spot for a moment, his /face pale green . . . then he opened his mouth *and vomited all over the doormat. 'DIDDY! +Diddy, what's the matter with you? Vernon? +VERNON!' Harry's uncle came galumphing out -of the living room, walrus moustache blowing ,hither and thither as it always did when he .was agitated. He hurried forwards to help Aunt+Petunia negotiate a weak-kneed Dudley over -the threshold while avoiding stepping in the 4pool of sick. 'He's ill, Vernon!' 'What is it, son? *What's happened7 Did Mrs Polkiss give you -something foreign for tea?' 'Why are you all .covered in dirt, darling? Have you been lying ,on the ground?' 'Hang on - you haven't been %mugged, have you, son?' Aunt Petunia +screamed. 'Phone the police, Vernon! Phone ,the police! Diddy, darling, speak to Mummy! /What did they do to you?' In all the kerfuffle +nobody seemed to have noticed Harry, which /suited him perfectly. He managed to slip inside*just before Uncle Vernon slammed the door )and, while the Dursleys made their noisy ,progress down the hall towards the kitchen, -Harry moved carefully and quietly towards the/stairs. 'Who did it, son? Give us names. We'll 1get them, don't worry.' 'Shh! He's trying to say +something, Vernon! What is it, Diddy? Tell ,Mummy!' Harry's foot was on the bottom-most 0stair when Dudley found his voice. 'Him.' Harry +froze, foot on the stair, face screwed up, ,braced for the explosion. 'BOY! COME HERE!' +With a feeling of mingled dread and anger, -Harry removed his foot slowly from the stair 'and turned to follow the Dursleys. The /scrupulously clean kitchen had an oddly unreal )glitter after the darkness outside. Aunt -Petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair; he /was still very green and clammy-looking. Uncle -Vernon was standing in front of the draining .board, glaring at Harry through tiny, narrowed-eyes. 'What have you done to my son?' he said,in a menacing growl. 'Nothing,' said Harry, )knowing perfectly well that Uncle Vernon .wouldn't believe him. 'What did he do to you. /Diddy?' Aunt Petunia said in a quavering voice,-now sponging sick from the front of Dudley's !leather jacket. 'Was it - was it )you-know-what, darling? Did he use - his /thing?' Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nodded. 'I 1didn't!' Harry said sharply, as Aunt Petunia let 1out a wail and Uncle Vernon raised his fists. 'I /didn't do anything to him, it wasn't me, it was-- ' But at that precise moment a screech owl 'swooped in through the kitchen window. +Narrowly missing the top of Uncle Vernon's ,head, it soared across the kitchen, dropped -the large parchment envelope it was carrying 0in its beak at Harry's feet, turned gracefully, /the tips of its wings just brushing the top of -the fridge, then zoomed outside again and off*across the garden. 'OWLS!' bellowed Uncle )Vernon, the well-worn vein in his temple *pulsing angrily as he slammed the kitchen *window shut. 'OWLS AGAIN! I WILL NOT HAVE *ANY MORE OWLS IN MY HOUSE!' But Harry was .already ripping open the envelope and pulling *out the letter inside, his heart pounding -somewhere in the region of his Adam's apple. # Dear Mr Potter, We have received -intelligence that you performed the Patronus ,Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this-evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the+presence of a Muggle. The severity of this (breach of the Decree for the Reasonable -Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted *in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of "Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry 0representatives will be calling at your place of.residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you.have already received an official warning for +a previous offence under Section 13 of the )International Confederation of Warlocks' ,Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you $that your presence is required at a .disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic .at 9 a.m. on the twelfth of August. Hoping you+are well, Yours sincerely, Mafalda Hopkirk )Improper Use of Magic Office Ministry of Magic - Harry read the letter through twice. He was,only vaguely aware of Uncle Vernon and Aunt 1Petunia talking. Inside his head, all was icy and"numb. One fact had penetrated his -consciousness like a paralysing dart. He was /expelled from Hogwarts. It was all over. He was&never going back. He looked up at the )Dursleys. Uncle Vernon was purple-faced, /shouting, his fists still raised; Aunt Petunia ,had her arms around Dudley who was retching +again. Harry's temporarily stupefied brain -seemed to reawaken. Ministry representatives +will be calling at your place of residence -shortly to destroy your wand. There was only .one thing for it. He would have to run - now. ,Where he was going to go, Harry didn't know -but he was certain of one thing: at Hogwarts /or outside it, he needed his wand. In an almost,dreamlike state, he pulled his wand out and *turned to leave the kitchen. 'Where d'you .think you're going?' yelled Uncle Venon. When *Harry didn't reply, he pounded across the /kitchen to block the doorway into the hall. 'I -haven't finished with you, boy!' 'Get out of /the way,' said Harry quietly. 'You're going to -stay here and explain how my son - ' 'If you +don't get out of the way I'm going to jinx /you,' said Harry, raising the wand. 'You can't /pull that one on me!' snarled Uncle Vernon. 'I +know 'You're not allowed to use it outside &that madhouse you call a school!' The -madhouse has chucked me out,' said Harry. 'So+I can do whatever I like. You've got three *seconds. One - two - ' A resounding CRACK +filled the kitchen. Aunt Petunia screamed, ,Uncle Vernon yelled and ducked, but for the .third time that night Harry was searching for -the source of a disturbance he had not made. #He spotted it at once: a dazed and /ruffled-looking barn owl was sitting outside on0the kitchen sill, having just collided with the 'closed window. Ignoring Uncle Vernon's ,anguished yell of 'OWLS!' Harry crossed the +room at a run and wrenched the window open.1The owl stuck out its leg, to which a small roll +of parchment was tied, shook its feathers, +and took off the moment Harry had taken the*letter. Hands shaking, Harry unfurled the 'second message, which was written very $hastily and blotchily in black ink. + Harry - Dumbledore's just arrived at the 0Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out. DO 'NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. !DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT $SURRENDER YOUR WAND. Arthur Weasley 1 Dumbledore was trying to sort it all out . . . 'what did that mean? HOW much power did ,Dumbledore have to override the Ministry of +Magic? Was there a chance that he might be -allowed back to Hogwarts, then? A small shoot+of hope burgeoned in Harry's chest, almost ,immediately strangled by panic - how was he )supposed to refuse to surrender his wand ,without doing magic? He'd have to duel with ,the Ministry representatives, and if he did +that, he'd be lucky to escape Azkaban, let .alone expulsion. His mind was racing . . . he /could run for it and risk being captured by the+Ministry, or stay put and wait for them to +find him here. He was much more tempted by )the former course, but he mew Mr Weasley 0had his best interests at heart . . . and after *all, Dumbledore had sorted out much worse -than this before. 'Right,' Harry said, 'I've /changed my mind, I'm staying.' He flung himself+down at the kitchen table and faced Dudley -and Aunt Petunia. The Dursleys appeared taken)aback at his abrupt change of mind. Aunt .Petunia glanced despairingly at Uncle Vernon. ,The vein in his purple temple was throbbing .worse than ever. 'Who are all these ruddy owls/from?' he growled. 'The first one was from the -Ministry of Magic, expelling me,' said Harry /calmly. He was straining his ears to catch any %noises outside, in case the Ministry -representatives were approaching, and it was ,easier and quieter to answer Uncle Vernon's ,questions than to have him start raging and -bellowing. The second one was from my friend 0Ron's dad, who works at the Ministry.' 'Ministry/of Magic?' bellowed Uncle Vernon. 'People like %you in government? Oh, this explains &everything, everything, no wonder the -country's going to the dogs.' When Harry did -not respond, Uncle Vernon glared at him, then,spat out, 'And why have you been expelled?' +'Because I did magic.' 'AHA!' roared Uncle -Vernon, slamming his fist down on top of the /fridge, which sprang open; several of Dudley's ,low-fat snacks toppled out and burst on the ,floor. 'So you admit it! What did you do to .Dudley?' 'Nothing,' said Harry, slightly less +calmly. That wasn't me - ' 'Was,' muttered *Dudley unexpectedly, and Uncle Vernon and .Aunt Petunia instantly made flapping gestures -at Harry to quieten him while they both bent *low over Dudley. 'Go on, son,' said Uncle -Vernon, 'what did he do?' Tell us, darling,' -whispered Aunt Petunia. 'Pointed his wand at 0me,' Dudley mumbled. 'Yeah, I did, but I didn't 0use - ' Harry began angrily, but - ' 'SHUT UP!' (roared Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia in -unison. 'Go on, son,' repeated Uncle Vernon, -moustache blowing about furiously. 'All went (dark,' Dudley said hoarsely, shuddering 2'Everything dark. And then I h-heard . . . things.)Inside m-my head.' Uncle Vernon and Aunt ,Petunia exchanged looks of utter horror. If -their least favourite thing in the world was +magic - closely followed by neighbours who +cheated more than they did on the hosepipe -ban - people who heard voices were definitely*in the bottom ten. They obviously thought *Dudley was losing his mind. 'What sort of ,things did you hear, Popkin?' breathed Aunt ,Petunia, very white-faced and with tears in )her eyes. But Dudley seemed incapable of .saying. He shuddered again and shook his large*blond head, and despite the sense of numb *dread that had settled on Harry since the ,arrival of the first owl, he felt a certain /curiosity. Dementors caused a person to relive ,the worst moments of their life. What would -spoiled, pampered, bullying Dudley have been .forced to hear? 'How come you fell over, son?'+said Uncle Vernon, in an unnaturally quiet +voice, the kind of voice he might adopt at /the Bedside of a very ill person. 'T-tripped,' /said Dudley shakily. 'And then - ' He gestured .at his massive chest. Harry understood. Dudley,was remembering the clammy cold that filled ,the lungs as hope and happiness were sucked /out of you. 'Horrible,' croaked Dudley. 'Cold. 1Really cold.' 'OK,' said Uncle Vernon, in a voice+of forced calm, while Aunt Petunia laid an .anxious hand on Dudley's forehead to feel his ,temperature. 'What happened then, Dudders?' ?'Felt . . . felt . . . felt . . . as if . . . as if . . .' 'As /if you'd never be happy again,' Harry supplied 1dully. 'Yes,' Dudley whispered, still trembling. 0'So!' said Uncle Vernon, voice restored to full +and considerable volume as he straightened -up. 'You put some crackpot spell on my on so *he'd hear voices and believe he was - was *doomed to misery, or something, did you?' -'How many times do I have to tell you?' said 0Harry, temper and voice both rising. 'It wasn't 0me! It was a couple of Dementors!' 'A couple of .- what's this codswallop?' 'De - men - tors,' -said Harry slowly and clearly. Two of them.' .'And what the ruddy hell are Dementors?' 'They-guard the wizard prison, Azkaban,' said Aunt (Petunia. Two seconds of ringing silence )followed these words before Aunt Petunia *clapped her hand over her mouth as though /she had let slip a disgusting swear word. Uncle*Vernon was goggling at her. Harry's brain *reeled. Mrs Figg was one thing - but Aunt -Petunia? 'How d'you know that?' he asked her,.astonished. Aunt Petunia looked quite appalled-with herself. She glanced at Uncle Vernon in /fearful apology, then lowered her hand slightly0to reveal her horsy teeth. 'I heard - that awful/boy - telling her about them - years ago,' she .said jerkily. 'If you mean my mum and dad, why.don't you use their names?' said Harry loudly )but Aunt Petunia ignored him. She seemed .horribly flustered. Harry was stunned. Except -for one outburst years ago, in the course of ,which Aunt Petunia had screamed that Harry's,mother had been a freak, he had never heard -her mention her sister. He was astounded that-she had remembered this scrap of information .about the magical world for so long, when she 1usually put all her energies, into pretending it -didn't exist. Uncle Vernon opened his mouth, /closed it again, opened it once more, shut it, ,then, apparently struggling to remember how (to talk, opened it for a third time and ,croaked, 'So - so - they - er - they - er - $they actually exist, do they - er - (Dementy-whatsits?' Aunt Petunia nodded. )Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to *Dudley to Harry as if hoping somebody was .going to shout 'April Fool!' When nobody did, 'he opened his mouth yet again, but was -spared the struggle to find more words by the,arrival of the third owl of the evening. It ,zoomed through the still-open window like a .feathery cannon-ball and landed with a clatter/on the kitchen table, causing all three of the +Dursleys to jump with fright. Harry tore a *second official-looking envelope from the )owl's beak and ripped it open as the owl +swooped back out into the night. 'Enough - &effing - owls,' muttered Uncle Vernon -distractedly, stomping over to the window andslamming it shut again. + Dear Mr Potter, Further to our letter of *approximately twenty-two minutes ago, the .Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to ,destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain -your wand until your disciplinary hearing on (the twelfth of August, at which time an +official decision will be taken. Following ,discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts 'School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the .Ministry has agreed that the question of your -expulsion will also be decided at that time. 'You should therefore consider yourself 'suspended from- school pending further .enquiries. With best wishes, Yours sincerely, -Mafalda Hopkirk Improper Use of Magic Office Ministry of Magic / Harry read this letter through three times in,quick succession. The miserable knot in his +chest loosened slightly with the relief of ,knowing he was not yet definitely expelled, ,though his fears were by no means banished. -Everything seemed to hang on this hearing on *the twelfth of August. 'Well?' said Uncle -Vernon, recalling Harry to his surroundings. &'What now? Have they sentenced you to .anything? Do your lot have the death penalty?'.he added as a hopeful afterthought. 'I've got .to go to a hearing,' said Harry. 'And they'll .sentence you there?' 'I suppose so.' 'I won't /give up hope, then,' said Uncle Vernon nastily.2'Well, if that's all,' said Harry, getting to his .feet. He was desperate to be alone, to think, -perhaps to send a letter to Ron, Hermione or 0Sirius. 'NO, IT RUDDY WELL IS NOT ALL!' bellowed+Uncle Vernon. 'SIT BACK DOWN!' 'What now?' /said Harry impatiently. 'DUDLEY!' roared Uncle %Vernon. 'I want to know exactly what /happened to my son!' 'FINE!' yelled Harry, and /in his temper, red and gold sparks shot out of 0the end of his wand, still clutched in his hand.0All three Dursleys flinched, looking terrified. +'Dudley and I were in the alleyway between +Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk,' said .Harry, speaking fast, fighting to control his +temper. 'Dudley thought he'd be smart with ,me, I pulled out my wand but didn't use it. +Then two Dementors turned up - ' 'But what $ARE Dementoids?' asked Uncle Vernon 0furiously. 'What do they DO?' 'I told you - they0suck all the happiness out of you,' said Harry, /'and if they get the chance, they kiss you - ' /'Kiss you?' said Uncle Vernon, his eyes popping3slightly. 'Kiss you?' 'It's what they call it when ,they suck the soul out of your mouth.' Aunt /Petunia uttered a soft scream. 'His soul? They 0didn't take - he's still got his - ' She seized *Dudley by the shoulders and shook him, as -though testing to see whether she could hear 1his soul rattling around inside hint. 'Of course -they didn't get his soul, you'd know if they /had,' said Harry, exasperated. 'Fought 'em off,.did you, son?' said Uncle Vernon loudly, with ,the appearance of a man struggling to bring 'the conversation back on to a plane he +understood. 'Gave 'em the old one-two, did )you?' 'You can't give a Dementor the old -one-two,' said Harry through clenched teeth. ,'Why's he all right, then?' blustered Uncle /Vernon. 'Why isn't e all empty, then?' 'Because'I used the Patronus - ' WHOOSH. With a 0clattering, a whirring of wings and a soft fall +of dust, a fourth owl came shooting out of 0the kitchen fireplace. 'FOR GOD'S SAKE!' roared /Uncle Vernon, pulling great clumps of hair out +of his moustache, something he hadn't been .driven to do in a long time. 'I WILL NOT HAVE ,OWLS HERE, I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS, I TELL .YOU!' But Harry was already pulling a roll of (parchment from the owl's leg. He was so *convinced that this letter had to be from (Dumbledore, explaining everything - the +Dementors, Mrs Figg, what the Ministry was ,up to, how he, Dumbledore, intended to sort 0everything out - that for the first time in his )life he was disappointed to see Sirius's ,handwriting. Ignoring Uncle Vernons ongoing (rant about owls, and narrowing his eyes +against a second cloud of dust as the most )recent owl took off back up the chimney, -Harry read Sirius's message. Arthur has just .told us what's happened. Don't leave the house-again, whatever you do. Harry found this such*an inadequate response to everything that (had happened tonight that he turned the .piece of parchment over, looking for the rest /of the letter, but there was nothing else. And (now his temper was rising again. Wasn't .anybody going to say 'well done' for fighting )off two Dementors single-handed? Both Mr -Weasley and Sirius were acting as though he'd.misbehaved, and were saving their tellings-off+until they could ascertain how much damage .had been done. '. . . a peck, I mean, pack of .owls shooting in and out of my house. I won't 1have it, boy, I won't - ' 'I can't stop the owls 0coming,' Harry snapped, crushing Sirius's letter*in his fist. 'I want the truth about what /happened tonight!' barked Uncle Vernon. 'If it (was Demenders who hurt Dudley, how come you've been expelled? You did +you-know-what, you've admitted, it!' Harry ,took a deep, steadying breath. His head was ,beginning to ache again. He wanted more than,anything to get out of the kitchen, and away/from the Dursleys. 'I did the Patronus Charm to,get rid of the Dementors,' he said, forcing 1himself to remain calm. 'It's the only thing that$works against them.' 'But what were +Dementoids doing in Little Whinging?' said ,Uncle Vernon in an outraged tone. 'Couldn't 3tell you,' said Harry wearily. 'No idea.' His head /was pounding in the glare of the strip-lighting(now. His anger was ebbing away. He felt *drained, exhausted. The Dursleys were all .staring at him. 'It's you,' said Uncle Vernon 0forcefully. 'It's got something to do with you, ,boy, I know it. Why else would they turn up 'here? Why else would they be down that .alleyway? You've got to be the only - the only0- ' Evidently, he couldn't bring himself to say -the word 'wizard'. The only you-know-what for/miles.' 'I don't know why they were here.' But +at Uncle Vernon's words, Harry's exhausted +brain had ground back into action. Why had +the Dementors come to Little Whinging? How .could it be coincidence that they had arrived *in the alleyway where Harry was? Had they *been sent? Had the Ministry of Magic lost ,control of the Dementors? Had they deserted ,Azkaban and joined Voldemort, as Dumbledore +had predicted they would? 'These Demembers 'guard some weirdo prison?' asked Uncle .Vernon, lumbering along in the wake of Harry's1train of thought. 'Yes,' said Harry. If only his /head would stop hurting, if only he could just -leave the kitchen and get to his dark bedroom0and think . . . 'Oho! They were coming to arrest-you!' said Uncle Vernon, with the triumphant &air of a man reaching an unassailable 0conclusion. That's it, isn't it, boy? You're on 1the run from the law!' 'Of course I'm not,' said +Harry, shaking his head as though to scare .off a fly, his mind racing now. Then why - ?' .'He must have sent them,' said Harry quietly, .more to himself than to Uncle Vernon. 'What's &that? Who must have sent them?' 'Lord ,Voldemort,' said Harry. He registered dimly *how strange it was that the Dursleys, who ,flinched, winced and squawked if they heard .words like 'wizard', 'magic' or 'wand', could -hear the name of the most evil wizard of all /time without the slightest tremor. 'Lord - hang.on,' said Uncle Vernon, his face screwed up, a*look of dawning comprehension coming into 1his piggy eyes. 'I've heard that name . . . that *was the one who - ' 'Murdered my parents, .yes,' Harry said dully. 'But he's gone,' said &Uncle Vernon impatiently, without the *slightest sign that the murder of Harry's -parents might be a painful topic. That giant 2bloke said so. He's gone.' 'He's back,' said Harry-heavily. It felt very strange to be standing 0here in Aunt Petunia's surgically clean kitchen,,beside the top'-of-the-range fridge and the /wide-screen television, talking calmly of Lord .Voldemort to Uncle Vernon. The arrival of the ,Dementors in Little Whinging seemed to have 0breached the great, invisible wall that divided -the relentlessly non-magical world of Privet .Drive and the world beyond. Harry's two lives (had somehow become fused and everything *had been turned upside-down; the Dursleys *were asking for details about the magical +world, and Mrs Figg knew Albus Dumbledore; %Dementors were soaring around Little 'Whinging, and he might never return to %Hogwarts. Harry's head throbbed more /painfully. 'Back?' whispered Aunt Petunia. She -was looking at Harry as she had never looked ,at him before. And all of a sudden, for the )very first time in his life, Harry fully &appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his ,mother's sister. He could not have said why /this hit him so very powerfully at this moment.)All he knew was that he was not the only -person in the room who had an inkling of what+Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt 0Petunia had never in her life looked at him like0that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her0sisters) were not narrowed in dislike or anger, (they were wide and fearful. The furious -pretence that Aunt Petunia had maintained all.Harry's life - that there was no magic and no .world other than the world she inhabited with +Uncle Vernon - seemed to have fallen away. ,'Yes,' Harry said, talking directly to Aunt *Petunia now. ;He came back a month ago. I +saw him.' Her hands found Dudley's massive *leather-clad shoulders and clutched them. /'Hang on,' said Uncle Vernon, looking from his )wife to Harry and back again, apparently (dazed and confused by the unprecedented ,understanding that seemed to have sprung up .between them. 'Hang on. This Lord Voldything's,back, you say.' 'Yes.' The one who murdered ,your parents.' 'Yes.' 'And now he's sending -Dismembers after you?' 'Looks like it,' said /Harry. T see,' said Uncle Vernon, looking from -his white-faced wife to Harry and hitching up,his trousers. He seemed to be swelling, his ,great purple face stretching before Harry's 2eyes. 'Well, that settles it,' he said, his shirt 0front straining as he inflated himself, 'you can0get out of this house, boy!' 'What?' said Harry.-'You heard me - OUT!' Uncle Vernon bellowed, )and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped. ,'OUT! OUT! I should've done this years ago! *Owls treating the place like a rest home, .puddings exploding, half the lounge destroyed,+Dudley's tail, Marge bobbing around on the /ceiling and that flying Ford Anglia - OUT! OUT!*You've had it! You're history! You're not /staying here if some loony's after you, you're ,not endangering my wife and son, you're not -bringing trouble down on us. It you're going .the same way as your useless parents, I've had.it! OUT!' Harry stood rooted to the spot. The *letters from the Ministry, Mr Weasley and 0Sirius were all crushed in his left hand. Don't +leave the house again, whatever you do. DO 'NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. +'You heard me!' said Uncle Vernon, bending -forwards now, his massive purple face coming 0so close to Harry's, he actually felt flecks of 0spit hit his face. 'Get going! You were all keen0to leave half an hour ago! I'm right behind you!-Get out and never darken our doorstep again! +Why we ever kept you in the first place, I ,don't know, Marge was right, it should have *been the orphanage. We were too damn soft -for our own good, thought we could squash it -out of you, thought we could turn you normal,*but you've been rotten from the beginning +and I've had enough - owls!' The fifth owl ,zoomed down the chimney so fast it actually /hit the floor before zooming into the air again.with a loud screech. Harry raised his hand to )seize the letter, which was in a scarlet /envelope, but it soared straight over his head,/flying directly at Aunt Petunia, who let out a +scream and ducked, her arms over her face. (The owl dropped the red envelope on her ,head, turned, and flew straight back up the -chimney. Harry darted forwards to pick up the.letter, but Aunt Petunia beat him to it. 'You 0can open it if you like,' said Harry, 'but I'll ,hear what it says anyway. That's a Howler.' .'Let go of it, Petunia!' roared Uncle Vernon. /'Don't touch it, it could be dangerous!' 'It's )addressed to me,' said Aunt Petunia in a .shaking voice. 'It's addressed to me, Vernon, .look! Mrs Petunia Dursley, The Kitchen, Number.Four, Privet Drive - ' She caught her breath, )horrified. The red envelope had begun to 0smoke. 'Open it!' Harry urged her. 'Get it over 1with! It'll happen anyway.' 'No.' Aunt Petunia's -hand was trembling. She looked wildly around ,the kitchen as though looking for an escape .route, but too late - the envelope burst into .flames. Aunt Petunia screamed and dropped it. .An awful voice filled the kitchen, echoing in -the confined space, issuing from the burning (letter on the table. 'Remember my last, ,Petunia.' Aunt Petunia looked as though she ,might faint. She sank into the chair beside .Dudley, her face in her hands. The remains of (the envelope smouldered into ash in the +silence. 'What is this?' Uncle Vernon said ,hoarsely. 'What - I don't - 'Petunia?' Aunt )Petunia said nothing. Dudley was staring *stupidly at his mother, his mouth hanging 0open. The silence spiralled horribly. Harry was +watching his aunt, utterly bewildered, his .head throbbing fit to burst. 'Petunia, dear?' ,said Uncle Vernon timidly. 'P-Petunia?' She .raised her head. She was still trembling. She +swallowed. 'The boy - the boy will have to .stay, Vernon,' she said weakly. 'W-what?' 'He 0stays,' she said. She was not looking at Harry. 2She got to her feet again. 'He . . . but Petunia ./. .' 'If we throw him out, the neighbours will /talk,' she said. She was rapidly regaining her -usual brisk, snappish manner, though she was 1still very pale. 'They'll ask awkward questions, ,they'll want to know where he's gone. We'll -have to keep him.' Uncle Vernon was deflating.like an old tyre. 'But Petunia, dear - ' Aunt *Petunia ignored him. She turned to Harry. 1'You're to stay in your room,' she said. 'You're .not to leave the house. Now get to bed.' Harry)didn't move. 'Who was that Howler from?' -'Don't ask questions,' Aunt Petunia snapped. 0'Are you in touch with wizards?' 'I told you to -get to bed!' 'What did it mean? Remember the -last what?' 'Go to bed!' 'How come - ?' 'YOU $HEARD YOUR AUNT, NOW GO UP TO BED!'   - CHAPTER THREE -  The Advance Guard  - I've just been attacked by Dementors and I +might be expelled from Hogwarts. I want to +know what's going on and when I'm going to -get out of here. Harry copied these words on *to three separate pieces of parchment the 'moment he reached the desk in his dark /bedroom. He addressed the first to Sirius, the -second to Ron and the third to Hermione. His -owl, Hedwig, was off hunting; her cage stood +empty on the desk. Harry paced the bedroom 'waiting for her to come back, his head ,pounding, his brain too busy for sleep even &though his eyes stung and itched with .tiredness. His back ached from hauling Dudley *home, and the two lumps on his head where 'the window and Dudley had hit him were +throbbing painfully. Up and down he paced, -consumed with anger and frustration, grinding+his teeth and clenching his fists, casting -angry looks out at the empty, star-strewn sky+every time he passed the window. Dementors (sent to get him, Mrs Figg and Mundungus /Fletcher tailing him in secret, then suspension,from Hogwarts and a hearing at the Ministry ,of Magic - and still no one was telling him ,what was going on. And what, what, had that *Howler been about? Whose voice had echoed (so horribly, so menacingly, through the 'kitchen? Why was he still trapped here &without information? Why was everyone -treating him like some naughty kid? Don't do +any more magic, stay in the house . . . He -kicked his school trunk as he passed it, but /far from relieving his anger he felt worse, as +he now had a sharp pain in his toe to deal 0with in addition to the pain in the rest of his (body Just as he limped past the window, .Hedwig soared through it with a soft rustle of.wings like a small ghost. 'About time!' Harry -snarled, as she landed lightly on top of her ,cage. 'You can put that down, I've got work ,for you!' Hedwig's large, round, amber eyes -gazed at him reproachfully over the dead frog.clamped in her beak. 'Come here,' said Harry, .picking up the three small rolls of parchment -and a leather thong and tying the scrolls to .her scaly leg. Take these straight to Sirius, *Ron and Hermione and don't come back here -without good long replies. Keep pecking them .till they've written decent-length answers if *you've got to. Understand?' Hedwig gave a .muffled hooting noise, her beak still full of .frog. 'Get going, then,' said Harry. She took -off immediately. The moment she'd gone, Harry&threw himself down on his bed without .undressing and stared at the dark ceiling. In .addition to every other miserable feeling, he .now felt guilty that he'd been irritable with *Hedwig; she was the only friend he had at .number four, Privet Drive But he'd make it up +to her when she came back with the answers )from Sirius, Ron and Hermione. They were +bound to write back quickly; they couldn't (possibly ignore a Dementor attack. He'd 'probably wake up tomorrow to three fat +letters full of sympathy and plans for his *immediate removal to The Burrow. And with -that comforting idea, sleep rolled over him, stifling all further thought.  * ) But Hedwig didn't return next morning. /Harry spent the day in his bedroom, leaving it -only to go to the bathroom. Three times that +day Aunt Petunia shoved food into his room &through the cat-Flap Uncle Vernon had .installed three summers ago. Every time Harry +heard her approaching he tried to question +her about the Howler, but he might as well +have interrogated the doorknob for all the -answers he got. Otherwise, the Dursleys kept .well clear of his bedroom. Harry couldn't see *the point of forcing his company on them; )another row would achieve nothing except ,perhaps make him so angry he'd perform more -illegal magic. So it went on for three whole 1days. Harry was alternately filled with restless )energy that made him unable to settle to )anything, during which time he paced his .bedroom, furious at the whole lot of them for -leaving him to stew in this mess; and with a .lethargy so complete that he could lie on his +bed for an hour at a time, staring dazedly -into space, aching with dread at the thought ,of the Ministry hearing. What if they ruled -against him? What if he was expelled and his ,wand was snapped in half? What would he do, *where would he go? He could not return to /living full-time with the Dursleys, not now he *knew the other world, the one to which he /really belonged. Might he be able to move into /Sirius's house, as Sirius had suggested a year ,ago, before he had been forced to flee from -the Ministry? Would Harry be allowed to live /there alone, given that he was still underage? *Or would the matter of where he went next *be decided for him? Had his breach of the -International Statute of Secrecy been severe )enough to land him in a cell in Azkaban? &Whenever this thought occurred, Harry -invariably slid off his bed and began pacing *again. On the fourth night after Hedwig's (departure Harry was lying in one of his .apathetic phases, staring at the ceiling, his +exhausted mind quite blank, when his uncle )entered his bedroom. Harry looked slowly ,around at him. Uncle Vernon was wearing his (best suit and an expression of enormous /smugness. 'We're going out,' he said. 'Sorry?' /'We - that is to say, your aunt, Dudley and I -2are going out.' 'Fine,' said Harry dully, looking /back at the ceiling. 'You are not to leave your/bedroom while we are away.' 'OK.' 'You are not /to touch the television, the stereo, or any of 1our possessions.' 'Right.' 'You are not to steal 1food from the fridge.' 'OK.' 'I am going to lock /your door.' 'You do that.' Uncle Vernon glared -at Harry, clearly suspicious of this lack of +argument, then stomped out of the room and ,closed the door behind him. Harry heard the (key turn in the lock and Uncle Vernon's -footsteps walking heavily down the stairs. A +few minutes later he heard the slamming of ,car doors, the rumble of an engine, and the ,unmistakeable sound of the car sweeping out .of the drive. Harry had no particular feeling 'about the Dursleys leaving. It made no +difference to him whether they were in the +house or not. He could not even summon the )energy to get up and turn on his bedroom ,light. The room grew steadily darker around ,him as he lay listening to the night sounds -through the window he kept open all the time,+waiting for the blessed moment when Hedwig )returned. The empty house creaked around ,him. The pipes gurgled. Harry ay there in a .kind of stupor, thinking of nothing, suspended.in misery. Then, quite distinctly, he heard a (crash in the kitchen below. He sat bolt *upright, listening intently. The Dursleys ,couldn't be back, it was much too soon, and -in any case he hadn't heard their car. There ,was silence for a few seconds, then voices. /Burglars, he thought, sliding off the bed on to0his feet - but a split second later it occurred -to him that burglars would keep their voices +down, and whoever was moving around in the .kitchen was certainly not troubling to do so. )He snatched up his wand from the bedside )table and stood lacing his bedroom door, .listening with all his might. Next moment, he -jumped as the lock gave a loud click and his )door swung open. Harry stood motionless, ,staring through the open doorway at the dark1upstairs landing, straining his ears for further *sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a ,moment, then moved swiftly and silently out +of his room to the head of the stairs. His .heart shot upwards into his throat. There were+people standing in the shadowy hall below, ,silhouetted against the streetlight glowing /through the glass door; eight or nine of them, 0all, as far as he could see, looking up at him. ''Lower your wand, boy, before you take /someone's eye out,' said a low, growling voice..Harry's heart was thumping uncontrollably. He *knew that voice, but he did not lower his 1wand. 'Professor Moody?' he said uncertainly. 'I 'don't know so much about "Professor",' ,growled the voice, 'never got round to much +teaching, did I? Get down here, we want to *see you properly.' Harry lowered his wand 2slightly but did not relax his grip on it, nor did'he move. He had very good reason to be .suspicious. He had recently spent nine months +in what he had thought was Mad-Eye Moody's -company only to find out that it wasn't Moody/at all, but an impostor; an impostor, moreover,)who had tried to kill Harry before being %unmasked. But before he could make a *decision about what to do next, a second, 2slightly hoarse voice floated upstairs. 'It's all ,right, Harry. We've come to take you away.' .Harry's heart leapt. He knew that voice, too, +though he hadn't heard it for over a year. 1'P-Professor Lupin?' he said disbelievingly. 'Is +that you?' 'Why are we all standing in the /dark?' said a third voice, this one completely +unfamiliar, a woman's. 'Lumos.' A wand-tip 2flared, illuminating the hall with magical light. -Harry blinked. The people below were crowded ,around the loot of the stairs, gazing up at -him intently, some craning their heads for a .better look. Remus Lupin stood nearest to him.-Though still quite young, Lupin looked tired ,and rather ill; he had more grey hairs than ,when Harry had last said goodbye to him and )his robes were more patched and shabbier (than ever. Nevertheless, he was smiling *broadly at Harry, who tried to smile back ,despite his state of shock. 'Oooh, he looks .just like I thought he would,' said the witch /who was holding her lit wand aloft. She looked #the youngest there; she had a pale ,heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes, and -short spiky hair that was a violent shade of /violet. Wotcher, Harry!' 'Yeah, I see what you 'mean, Remus,' said a bald black wizard -standing furthest back - he had a deep, slow /voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear - 1'he looks exactly like James.' 'Except the eyes,'.said a wheezy-voiced, silver-haired wizard at ,the back. 'Lily's eyes.' Mad-Eye Moody, who .had long grizzled grey hair and a large chunk %missing from his nose, was squinting -suspiciously at Harry through his mismatched -eyes. One eye was small, dark and beady, the +other large, round and electric blue - the *magical eye that could see through walls, -doors and the back of Moody's own head. 'Are 4you quite sure it's him, Lupin?' he growled. 'I'I'd -be a nice lookout if we bring back some Death-Eater impersonating him. We ought to ask him +something only the real Potter would know. (Unless anyone brought any Veritaserum?' ,'Harry, what form does your Patronus take?' -Lupin asked. 'A stag,' said Harry nervously. 'That's him, Mad-Eye,' said Lupin. Very -conscious of everybody still staring at him, -Harry descended the stairs, stowing his wand ,in the back pocket of his jeans as he came. )'Don't put your wand there, boy!' roared +Moody. 'What if it ignited? Better wizards -than you have lost buttocks, you know!' 'Who &d'you know who's lost a buttock?' the "violet-haired woman asked Mad-Eye -interestedly. 'Never you mind, you just keep ,your wand out of your back pocket!' growled )Mad-Eye. 'Elementary wand-safety, nobody +bothers about it any more.' He stumped off *towards the kitchen. 'And I saw that,' he .added irritably, as the woman rolled her eyes -towards the ceiling. Lupin held out his hand ,and shook Harry's. 'How are you?' he asked, /looking closely at Harry. 'F-fine . . .' Harry /could hardly believe this was real. Four weeks /with nothing, not the tiniest hint of a plan to-remove him from Privet Drive, and suddenly a $whole bunch of wizards was standing -matter-of-factly in the house as though this ,was a long-standing arrangement. He glanced +at the people surrounding Lupin; they were )still gazing avidly at him. He felt very 'conscious of the fact that he had riot -combed his hair for four days. 'I'm - you're ,really lucky the Dursleys are out . . .' he -mumbled. 'Lucky, ha!' said the violet-haired ,woman. 'It was me who lured them out of the /way. Sent a letter by Muggle post telling them -they'd been short-listed for the All-England -Best Kept Suburban Lawn Competition. They're 0heading off to the prize-giving right now . . . .or they think they are.' Harry had a fleeting .vision of Uncle Vernon's face when he realised,there was no All-England Best Kept Suburban .Lawn Competition. 'We are leaving, aren't we?'0he asked. 'Soon?' 'Almost at once,' said Lupin, /'we're just waiting for the all-clear.' 'Where 'are we going? The Burrow?' Harry asked -hopefully. 'Not The Burrow, no,' said Lupin, /motioning Harry towards the kitchen; the little1knot of wizards followed, all still eyeing Harry #curiously. Too risky. We've set up +Headquarters somewhere un-detectable. It's +taken a while . . .' Mad-Eye Moody was now -sitting at the kitchen table swigging from a +hip flask, his magical eye spinning in all )directions, taking in the Dursleys' many *labour-saving appliances. This is Alastor )Moody, Harry,' Lupin continued, pointing *towards Moody. 'Yeah, I know,' said Harry /uncomfortably. It felt odd to be introduced to -somebody he'd thought he'd known for a year. +'And this is Nymphadora - ' 'Don't call me )Nymphadora, Remus,' said the young witch *with a shudder, 'it's Tonks.' 'Nymphadora &Tonks, who prefers to be known by her 0surname only,' finished Lupin. 'So would you if %your fool of a mother had called you *Nymphadora,' muttered Tonks. 'And this is -Kingsley Shacklebolt.' He indicated the tall -black wizard, who bowed. 'Elphias Doge.' The -wheezy-voiced wizard nodded. 'Dedalus Diggle .- ' 'We've met before,' squeaked the excitable.Diggle, dropping his violet-coloured top hat. /'Emmeline Vance.' A stately-looking witch in an0emerald green shawl inclined her head. 'Sturgis +Podmore.' A square-jawed wizard with thick /straw-coloured hair winked. 'And Hestia Jones.')A pink-cheeked, black-haired witch waved -from next to the toaster. Harry inclined his +head awkwardly at each of them as they were)introduced. He wished they would look at -something other than him; it was as though he,had suddenly been ushered on-stage. He also -wondered why so many of their, were there. 'A+surprising number of people volunteered to ,come and get you,' said Lupin, as though he *had read Harry's mind; the corners of his /mouth twitched slightly. 'Yeah, well, the more ,the better,' said Moody darkly. 'We're your ,guard, Potter.' 'We're just waiting for the .signal to tell us it's safe to set off,' said +Lupin, glancing out of the kitchen window. /'We've got about fifteen minutes.' 'Very clean,,aren't they, these Muggles?' said the witch )called Tonks, who was looking around the 'kitchen with great interest. 'My dad's 0Muggle-born and he's a right old slob. I suppose0it varies, just as it does with wizards?' 'Er - /yeah,' said Harry. 'Look - ' he turned back to )Lupin, 'what's going on, I haven't heard .anything from anyone, what's Vol-?' Several of)the witches and wizards made odd hissing -noises; Dedalus Diggle dropped his hat again +and Moody growled, 'Shut up!' 'What?' said 0Harry. 'We're not discussing anything here, it's/too risky,' said Moody, turning his normal eye -on Harry. His magical eye remained focused on1the ceiling. 'Damn it,' he added angrily, putting(a hand up to the magical eye, 'it keeps /getting stuck - ever since that scum wore it.' -And with a nasty squelching sound much like a,plunger being pulled from a sink, he popped *out his eye. 'Mad-Eye, you do know that's #disgusting, don't you?' said Tonks ,conversationally. 'Get me a glass of water, *would you, Harry,' requested Moody. Harry ,crossed to the dishwasher, took out a clean 2glass and filled it with water at the sink, still -watched eagerly by the band of wizards. Their.relentless staring was starting to annoy him. ,'Cheers,' said Moody, when Harry handed him /the glass. He dropped the magical eyeball into *the water and prodded it up and down; the +eye whizzed around, staring at them all in .turn. 'I want three hundred and sixty degrees .visibility on the return journey.' 'How're we .getting - wherever we're going?' Harry asked. ,'Brooms,' said Lupin. 'Only way. You're too +young to Apparate, they'll be watching the +Floo Network and it's more than our life's *worth to set up an unauthorised Portkey.' 0'Remus says you're a good flier,' said Kingsley 1Shacklebolt in his deep voice. 'He's excellent,' (said Lupin, who was checking his watch. )'Anyway, you'd better go and get packed, *Harry, we want to be ready to go when the .signal comes.' 'I'll come and help you,' said -Tonks brightly. She followed Harry back into /the hall and up the stairs, looking around with/much curiosity and interest. 'Funny place,' she/said. 'It's a bit too clean, d'you know what I .mean? Bit unnatural. Oh, this is better,' she +added, as they entered Harry's bedroom and /he turned on the light. His room was certainly )much messier than the rest of the house. +Confined to it for four days in a very bad -mood, Harry had not bothered tidying up after)himself. Most of the books he owned were *strewn over the floor where he'd tried to .distract himself with each in turn and thrown ,it aside; Hedwig's cage needed cleaning out -and was starting to smell; and his trunk lay ,open, revealing a jumbled mixture of Muggle /clothes and wizards' robes that had spilled on .to the floor around it. Harry started picking ,up books and throwing them hastily into his ,trunk. Tonks paused at his open wardrobe to 2look critically at her reflection in the mirror on+the inside of the door. 'You know, I don't *think violets really my colour,' she said ,pensively, tugging at a lock of spiky hair. 0'D'you think it makes me look a bit peaky?' 'Er /- ' said Harry, looking up at her over the top +of Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland. ,'Yeah, it does,' said Tonks decisively. She -screwed up her eyes in a strained expression )as though she was struggling to remember .something. A second later, her hair had turned-bubble-gum pink. 'How did you do that?' said ,Harry, gaping at her as she opened her eyes )again. 'I'm a Metamorphmagus,' she said, /looking back at her reflection and turning her -head so that she could see her hair from all &directions. 'It means I can change my )appearance at will,' she added, spotting /Harry's puzzled expression in the mirror behind)her. 'I was born one. I got top marks in .Concealment and Disguise during Auror training1without any study at all, it was great.' 'You're *an Auror?' said Harry, impressed. Being a -Dark-wizard-catcher was the only career he'd -ever considered after Hogwarts. 'Yeah,' said 2Tonks, looking proud. 'Kingsley is as well, he's a0bit higher up than me, though. I only qualified )a year ago. Nearly failed on Stealth and +Tracking. I'm dead clumsy, did you hear me -break that plate when we arrived downstairs?','Can you learn how to be a Metamorphmagus?' .Harry asked her, straightening up, completely .forgetting about packing. Tonks chuckled. 'Bet-you wouldn't mind hiding that scar sometimes,.eh?' Her eyes found the lightning-shaped scar ,on Harry's forehead. 'No, I wouldn't mind,' -Harry mumbled, turning away. He did rot like 2people staring at his scar. 'Well, you'll have to -learn the hard way, I'm afraid,' said Tonks. .'Metamorphmagi are really rare, they're born, +not made. Most wizards reed to use a wand, ,or potions, to change their appearance. But -we've got to get going, Harry, we're supposed,to be packing,' she added guiltily, looking +around at all the mess on the floor. 'Oh - .yeah,' said Harry, grabbing a few more books. /'Don't be stupid, it'll be much quicker if I - /pack!' cried Tonks, waving her wand in a long, )sweeping movement over the floor. Books, .clothes, telescope and scales all soared into 1the air and flew pell-mell into the trunk. 'It's ,not very neat,' said Tonks, walking over to )the trunk and looking down at the jumble ,inside. 'My mum's got this knack of getting .stuff to fit itself in neatly - she even gets .the socks to fold themselves - but I've never /mastered how she does it - it's a kind of flick+- ' She flicked her wand hopefully. One of .Harry's socks gave a feeble sort of wiggle and.flopped back on top of the mess in the trunk. 1'Ah, well,' said Tonks, slamming the trunk's lid 2shut, 'at least it's all in. That could do with a /bit of cleaning, too.' She pointed her wand at /Hedwig's cage. 'Scourgify.' A few feathers and 0droppings vanished. Well, that's a bit better - 'I've never quite got the hang of these 'householdy sort of spells. Right - got &everything? Cauldron? Broom? Wow! - A /Firebolt?' Her eyes widened as they fell on the-broomstick in Harry's right hand. It was his &pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, an 1international-standard broomstick. 'And I'm still&riding a Comet Two Sixty,' said Tonks 4enviously. 'Ah well . . . wand still in your jeans? 0Both buttocks still on? OK, let's go. Locomotor -trunk.' Harry's trunk rose a few inches into ,the air. Holding her wand like a conductors ,baton, Tonks made the trunk hover across the(room and out of the door ahead of them, /Hedwig's cage in her left hand. Harry followed -her down the stairs carrying his broomstick. +Back in the kitchen Moody had replaced his *eye, which was spinning so fast after its 0cleaning it made Harry feel sick to look at it. .Kingsley Shacklebolt and Sturgis Podmore were )examining the microwave and Hestia Jones -was laughing at a potato peeler she had come -across while rummaging in the drawers. Lupin /was sealing a letter addressed to the Dursleys.0'Excellent,' said Lupin, looking up as Tonks and,Harry entered. 'We've got about a minute, I +think. We should probably get out into the 1garden so we're ready. Harry, I've left a letter -telling your aunt and uncle not to worry - ' 1They won't,' said Harry. ' - that you're safe - '1That'll just depress them.' - and you'll see them/next summer.' 'Do I have to?' Lupin smiled but -made no answer. 'Come here, boy,' said Moody .gruffly, beckoning Harry towards him with his 0wand. 'I need to Disillusion you.' 'You need to .what?' said Harry nervously. 'Disillusionment -Charm,' said Moody, raising his wand. 'Lupin .says you've got an Invisibility Cloak, but it 2won't stay on while we're flying; this'll disguise*you better. Here you go - ' He rapped him -hard on the top of the head and Harry felt a +curious sensation as though Moody had just -smashed an egg there; cold trickles seemed to,be running down his body from the point the +wand had struck. 'Nice one, Mad-Eye,' said )Tonks appreciatively, staring at Harry's +midriff. Harry looked down at his body, or .rather, what had been his body, for it didn't ,look anything like his any more. It was not ,invisible; it had simply taken on the exact .colour and texture of the kitchen unit behind &him. He seemed to have become a human ,chameleon. 'Come on,' said Moody, unlocking .the back door with his wand. They all stepped .outside on to Uncle Vernon's beautifully kept 0lawn. 'Clear night,' grunted Moody, his magical -eye scanning the heavens. 'Could've done with/a bit more cloud cover. Right, you,' he barked -at Harry, 'we're going to be flying in close .formation. Tonks'll be right in front of you, 1keep close on her tail. Lupin'll be covering you ,from below. I'm going to be behind you. The 1rest'll be circling us. We don't break ranks for 1anything, got me? If one of us is killed - ' 'Is .that likely?' Harry asked apprehensively, but /Moody ignored him. ' - the others keep flying, /don't stop, don't break ranks. If they take out+all of us and you survive, Harry, the rear )guard are standing by to take over; keep 2flying east and they'll join you.' 'Stop being so /cheerful, Mad-Eye, he'll think we're not taking-this seriously,' said Tonks, as she strapped .Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage into a harness.hanging from her broom. 'I'm just telling the ,boy the plan,' growled Moody. 'Our job's to -deliver him safely to Headquarters and if we 0die in the attempt - ' 'No one's going to die,' /said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep, calming ,voice. 'Mount your brooms, that's the first /signal!' said Lupin sharply, pointing into the -sky. Far, far above them, a shower of bright -red sparks had flared among the stars. Harry +recognised them at once as wand sparks. He /swung his right leg over his Firebolt, gripped .its handle tightly and felt it vibrating very -slightly, as though it was as keen as he was /to be up in the air once more. 'Second signal, -let's go!' said Lupin loudly as more sparks, +green this time, exploded high above them. +Harry kicked off hard from the ground. The .cool night air rushed through his hair as the /neat square gardens of Privet Drive fell away, +shrinking rapidly into a patchwork of dark ,greens and blacks, and every thought of the ,Ministry hearing was swept from his mind as /though the rush of air had blown it out of his .head. He felt as though his heart was going to,explode with pleasure; he was flying again, +flying away from Privet Drive as he'd been +fantasising about all summer, he was going /home . . . for a few glorious moments, all his &problems seemed to recede to nothing, -insignificant in the vast, starry sky. 'Hard /left, hard left, there's a Muggle looking up!' %shouted Moody from behind him. Tonks -swerved and Harry followed her, watching his -trunk swinging wildly beneath her broom. 'We /need more height . . . give it another quarter 1of a mile!' Harry's eyes watered in the chill as *they soared upwards: he could see nothing +below now but tiny pinpricks of light that ,were car headlights and streetlamps. Two of (those tiny lights might belong to Uncle 0Vernon's car . . . the Dursleys would be heading-back to their empty house right now, full of ,rage about the nonexistent Lawn Competition .. . . and Harry laughed aloud at the thought, -though his voice was drowned by the flapping )robes of the others, the creaking of the ,harness holding his trunk and the cage, and -the whoosh of the wind in their ears as they 0sped through the air. He had not felt this alive,in a month, or this happy. 'Bearing south!' *shouted Mad-Eye. Town ahead!' They soared )right to avoid passing directly over the /glittering spider's web of lights below. 'Bear -southeast and keep climbing, there's some low.cloud ahead we can lose ourselves in!' called )Moody. 'We're not going through clouds!' *shouted Tonks angrily, 'we'll get soaked, -Mad-Eye!' Harry was relieved to hear her say )this; his hands were growing numb on the .Firebolt's handle. He wished he had thought to.put on a coat; he was starting to shiver. They(altered their course every now and then -according to Mad-Eye's instructions. Harry's -eyes were screwed up against the rush of icy -wind that was starting to make his ears ache;-he could remember being this cold on a broom -only once before, during the Quidditch match /against Hufflepuff in his third year, which had-taken place in a storm. The guard around him .was circling continuously like giant birds of ,prey. Harry lost track of time. He wondered /how long they had been flying, it felt like an 0hour at least. 'Turning southwest!' yelled Moody+'We want to avoid the motorway!' Harry was +now so chilled he thought longingly of the /snug, dry interiors of the cars streaming along/below, then, even more longingly, of travelling-by Floo powder; it might be uncomfortable to .spin around in fireplaces but it was at least .warm in the flames . . . Kingsley Shacklebolt *swooped around him, bald pate and earring +gleaming slightly in the moonlight .., now *Emmeline Vance was on his right, her wand 0out, her head turning left and right . . . then -she, too, swooped over him, to be replaced by/Sturgis Podmore . . . 'We ought to double back -for a bit, just to make sure we're not being (followed!' Moody shouted. 'ARE YOU MAD, )MAD-EYE?' Tonks screamed from the front. ,'We're all frozen to our brooms! If we keep -going off-course we're not going to get there-until next week! Besides, we're nearly there 0now!' 'Time to start the descent!' came Lupin's -voice. 'Follow Tonks, Harry!' Harry followed -Tonks into a dive. They were heading for the /Largest collection of lights he had yet seen, a/huge, sprawling crisscrossing mass, glittering .in lines and grids, interspersed with patches -of deepest black. Lower and lower they flew, 0until Harry could see individual headlights and .streetlamps, chimneys and television aerials. )He wanted to reach the ground very much, *though he felt sure someone would have to +unfreeze him from his broom. 'Here we go!' .called Tonks, and a few seconds later she had ,landed. Harry touched down right behind her +and dismounted on a patch of unkempt grass *in the middle of a small square Tonks was -already unbuckling Harry's trunk. Shivering, -Harry looked around. The grimy fronts of the ,surrounding houses were not welcoming; some -of them had broken windows, glimmering dully -in the light from the streetlamps, paint was ,peeling from many of the doors and heaps of 0rubbish lay outside several sets of front steps.,'Where are we?' Harry asked, but Lupin said /quietly, 'In a minute.' Moody was rummaging in /his cloak, his gnarled hands clumsy with cold. 0'Got it,' he muttered, raising what looked like ,a silver cigarette lighter into the air and -clicking it. The nearest streetlamp went out /with a pop. He clicked the unlighter again; the+next lamp went out; he kept clicking until -every lamp in the square was extinguished and-the only remaining light came from curtained &windows and the sickle moon overhead. -'Borrowed it from Dumbledore,' growled Moody,.pocketing the Put-Outer. That'll take care of ,any Muggles looking out of the window, see? *Now come on, quick.' He took Harry by the )arm and led him from the patch of grass, (across the road and on to the pavement; +Lupin and Tonks followed, carrying Harry's .trunk between them, the rest of the guard, all)with their wands out, flanking them. The ,muffled pounding of a stereo was coming from(an upper window in the nearest house. A +pungent smell of rotting rubbish came from -the pile of bulging bin-bags just inside the .broken gate. 'Here,' Moody muttered, thrusting%a piece of parchment towards Harry's ,Disillusioned hand and holding his lit wand .close to it, so as to illuminate the writing. .'Read quickly and memorise.' Harry looked down-at the piece of paper. The narrow handwriting0was vaguely familiar. It said: The Headquarters ,of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at (number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.   - CHAPTER FOUR - ! Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place  - 'What's the Order of the - ?' Harry began. 0'Not here, boy!' snarled Moody. Wait till we're .inside!' He pulled the piece of parchment out ,of Harry's hand and set fire to it with his ,wand-tip. As the message curled into flames (and floated to the ground, Harry looked &around at the houses again. They were -standing outside number eleven; he looked to +the left and saw number ten; to the right, -however, was number thirteen. 'But where's - -?' 'Think about what you've just memorised,' *said Lupin quietly. Harry thought, and no ,sooner had he reached the part about number -twelve, Grimmauld Place, than a battered door'emerged out of nowhere between numbers /eleven and thirteen, followed swiftly by dirty -walls and grimy windows. It was as though an +extra house had inflated, pushing those on /either side out of its way. Harry gaped at it. (The stereo in number eleven thudded on. *Apparently the Muggles inside hadn't felt +anything. 'Come on, hurry,' growled Moody, ,prodding Harry in the back. Harry walked up +the worn stone steps, staring at the newly .materialised door. Its black paint was shabby -and scratched. The silver doorknocker was in ,the form of a twisted serpent. There was no ,keyhole or letterbox. Lupin, pulled out his +wand and tapped the door once. Harry heard ,many loud, metallic clicks and what sounded .like the clatter o' a chain. The door creaked .open. 'Get in quick, Harry,' Lupin whispered, )'but don't go far inside and don't touch ,anything.' Harry stepped over the threshold /into the almost total darkness of the hall. He .could smell damp, dust and a sweetish, rotting/smell; the place had the feeling of a derelict .building. He looked over his shoulder and saw +the others filing in behind him, Lupin and ,Tonks carrying his trunk and Hedwig's cage. -Moody was standing on the top step releasing ,the balls of light the Put-Outer had stolen .from the streetlamps; they flew back to their -bulbs and the square glowed momentarily with ,orange light before Moody limped inside and .closed the front door, so that the darkness in.the hall became complete. 'Here - ' He rapped -Harry hard over the head with his wand; Harry+felt as though something hot was trickling *down his back this time and knew that the -Disillusionment Charm must have lifted. 'Now /stay still, everyone, while I give us a bit of -light in here,' Moody whispered. The others' 'hushed voices were giving Harry an odd -feeling of foreboding; it was as though they .had just entered the house of a dying person. 'He heard a soft hissing noise and then 0old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all &along the walls, casting a flickering /insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper (and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy %hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier %glimmered overhead and age-blackened +portraits hung crooked on the walls. Harry .heard something scuttling behind the skirting .board. Both the chandelier and the candelabra +on a rickety table nearby were shaped like +serpents. There were hurried footsteps and *Ron's mother, Mrs Weasley, emerged from a )door at the far end of the hall. She was *beaming in welcome as she hurried towards (them, though Harry noticed that she was +rather thinner and paler than she had been ,last time he had seen her. 'Oh, Harry, it's /lovely to see you!' she whispered, pulling him .into a rib-cracking hug before holding him at +arm's length and examining him critically. ,'You're looking peaky; you need feeding up, .but you'll have to wait a bit for dinner, I'm +afraid.' She turned to the gang of wizards .behind him and whispered urgently, 'He's just -arrived, the meeting's started.' The wizards -behind Harry all made noises of interest and -excitement and began filing past him towards ,the door through which Mrs Weasley had just *come. Harry made to follow Lupin, but Mrs 'Weasley held him back. 'No, Harry, the -meeting's only for members of the Order. Ron -and Hermione are upstairs, you can wait with .them until the meetings over, then we'll have /dinner. And keep your voice down in the hall,' 0she added in an urgent whisper. 'Why?' 'I don't 1want anything to wake up.' 'What d'you - ?' 'I'll1explain later, I've got to hurry, I'm supposed to-be at the meeting - I'll just show you where 2you're sleeping.' Pressing her finger to her lips,+she led him on tiptoe past a pair of long, (moth-eaten curtains, behind which Harry )supposed there must be another door, and +after skirting a large umbrella stand that )looked as though it had been made from a -severed troll's leg they started up the dark +staircase, passing a row of shrunken heads .mounted on plaques on the wall. A closer look (showed Harry that the heads belonged to -house-elves. All of them had the same rather &snout-like nose. Harry's bewilderment *deepened with every step he took. What on -earth were they doing in a house that looked (as though it belonged to the Darkest of (wizards? 'Mrs Weasley, why -?' 'Ron and -Hermione will explain everything, dear, I've +really got to dash,' Mrs Weasley whispered -distractedly. There - ' they had reached the +second landing, ' - you're the door on the .right. I'll call you when it's over.' And she ,hurried off downstairs again. Harry crossed &the dingy landing, turned the bedroom ,doorknob, which was shaped like a serpent's -head, and opened the door. He caught a brief $glimpse of a gloomy high-ceilinged, (twin-bedded room; then there was a loud -twittering noise, followed by an even louder .shriek, and his vision was completely obscured(by a large quantity of very bushy hair. +Hermione had thrown herself on to him in a .hug that nearly knocked him flat, while Ron's -tiny owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed excitedly round /and round their heads. 'HARRY! Ron, he's here, -Harry's here! We didn't hear you arrive! Oh, -how are you? Are you all right? Have you been,furious with us? I bet you have, I know our 0letters were useless - but we couldn't tell you &anything, Dumbledore made us swear we -wouldn't, oh, we've got so much to tell you, (and you've got things to tell us - 'the ,Dementors! When we heard - and that Ministry2hearing - it's just outrageous, I've looked it all+up, they can't expel you, they just can't, (there's provision in the Decree for the +Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery )for the use of magic in life-threatening 0situations - ' 'Let him breathe, Hermione,' said+Ron, grinning as he closed the door behind ,Harry. He seemed to have grown several more ,inches during their month apart, making him *taller and more gangly looking than ever, *though the long nose, bright red hair and 'freckles were the same. Still beaming, .Hermione let go of Harry, but before she could,say another word there was a soft whooshing *sound and something white soared from the ,top of a dark wardrobe and landed gently on *Harry's shoulder. 'Hedwig!' The snowy owl %clicked her beak and nibbled his ear .affectionately as Harry stroked her feathers. 1'She's been in a right state,' said Ron. 'Pecked ,us half to death when she brought your last .letters, look at this - ' He showed Harry the .index finger of his right hand, which sported 0a half-healed but clearly deep cut. 'Oh, yeah,' ,Harry said. 'Sorry about that, but I wanted )answers, you know - ' 'We wanted to give ,them to you, mate,' said Ron. 'Hermione was &going spare, she kept saying you'd do .something stupid if you were stuck all on your,own without news, but Dumbledore made us - '-'- swear not to tell me,' said Harry. 'Yeah, -Hermione's already said.' The warm glow that .had flared inside him at the sight of his two +best friends was extinguished as something -icy flooded the pit of his stomach. All of a *sudden - after yearning to see them for a .solid month - he felt he would rather Ron and .Hermione left him alone. There was a strained &silence in which Harry stroked Hedwig ,automatically, not looking at either of the /others. 'He seemed to think it was best,' said -Hermione rather breathlessly. 'Dumbledore, I 0mean.' 'Right,' said Harry. He noticed that her ,hands, too, bore the marks of Hedwig's beak 0and found that he was not at all sorry. 'I think,he thought you were safest with the Muggles .-' Ron began. 'Yeah?' said Harry, raising his ,eyebrows. 'Have either of you been attacked +by Dementors this summer?' 'Well, no - but -that's why he's had people from the Order of /the Phoenix tailing you all the time - ' Harry /felt a great jolt in his guts as though he had (just missed a step going downstairs. So *everyone had known he was being followed, 0except him. 'Didn't work that well, though, did .it?' said Harry, doing his utmost to keep his 0voice even. 'Had to look after myself after all,0didn't I?' 'He was so angry,' said Hermione, in +an almost awestruck voice. 'Dumbledore. We )saw him. When he found out Mundungus had 0left before his shift had ended. He was scary.' 3'Well, I'm glad he left,' Harry said coldly 'II he 'hadn't, I wouldn't have done magic and *Dumbledore would probably have left me at 3Privet Drive all summer.' 'Aren't you . . . aren't (you worried about the Ministry of Magic 1hearing?' said Hermione quietly. 'No,' Harry lied-defiantly. He walked away from them, looking +around, with Hedwig nestled contentedly on .his shoulder, but this room was not likely to 1raise his spirits. It was dank and dark. A blank -stretch of canvas in an ornate picture frame *was all that relieved the bareness of the )peeling walls, and as Harry passed it he *thought he heard someone, who was lurking ,out of sight, snigger. 'So why's Dumbledore ,been so keen to keep me in the dark?' Harry +asked, still trying hard to keep his voice -casual. 'Did you - er - bother to ask him at -all?' He glanced up just in time to see them 'exchanging a look that told him he was .behaving just as they had feared he would. It ,did nothing to improve his temper. 'We told *Dumbledore we wanted to tell you what was -going on,' said Ron. 'We did, mate. But he's +really busy now, we've only seen him twice +since we came here and he didn't have much ,time, he just made us swear not to tell you +important stuff when we wrote, he said the /owls might be intercepted.' 'He could still've +kept me informed if he'd wanted to,' Harry 0said shortly. 'You're not telling me he doesn't *know ways to send messages without owls.' *Hermione glanced at Ron and then said, 'I -thought that, too. But he didn't want you to ,know anything.' 'Maybe he thinks I can't be %trusted,' said Harry, watching their 1expressions. 'Don't be thick,' said Ron, looking 0highly disconcerted. 'Or that I can't take care /of myself.' 'Of course he doesn't think that!' -said Hermione anxiously. 'So how come I have .to stay at the Dursleys' while you two get to /join in everything that's going on here?' said -Harry, the words tumbling over one another in,a rush, his voice growing louder with every ,word. 'How come you two are allowed to know .everything that's going on?' 'We're not!' Ron (interrupted. 'Mum won't let us near the +meetings, she says we're too young - ' But +before he knew it, Harry was shouting. 'SO +YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL!%YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? *YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN (STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND 'I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER 'MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT - 'WHO 'SAVED THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE? WHO GOT )RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS &FROM THE DEMENTORS?' Every bitter and ,resentful thought Harry had had in the past .month was pouring out of him: his frustration ,at the lack of news, the hurt that they had +all been together without him, his fury at /being followed and not told about it - all the .feelings he was half-ashamed of finally burst ,their boundaries. Hedwig took fright at the 'noise and soared off to the top of the -wardrobe again; Pigwidgeon twittered in alarm+and zoomed even faster around their heads. !'WHO HAD TO GET PAST DRAGONS AND )SPHINXES AND EVERY OTHER FOUL THING LAST %YEAR? WHO SAW HIM COME BACK? WHO HAD *TO ESCAPE FROM HIM? ME!' Ron was standing (there with his mouth half-open, clearly +stunned and at a loss for anything to say, .whilst Hermione looked on the verge of tears. ('BUT WHY SHOULD I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? $WHY SHOULD ANYONE BOTHER TO TELL ME *WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING?' 'Harry, we wanted /to tell you, we really did - ' Hermione began. ('CAN'T'VE WANTED TO THAT MUCH, CAN YOU, "OR YOU'D HAVE SENT ME AN OWL, BUT (DUMBLEDORE MADE YOU SWEAR - ' 'Well, he -did - ' 'FOUR WEEKS I'VE BEEN STUCK IN PRIVET)DRIVE, NICKING PAPERS OUT OF BINS TO TRY *AND FIND OUT WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON - ' 'We *wanted to - 'I SUPPOSE YOU'VE BEEN HAVING (A REAL LAUGH, HAVEN'T YOU, ALL HOLED UP *HERE TOGETHER - ' 'No, honest - ' 'Harry, 0we're really sorry!' said Hermione desperately, +her eyes now sparkling with tears. 'You're /absolutely right, Harry - I'd be furious if it .was me!' Harry glared at her, still breathing *deeply, then turned away from them again, )pacing up and down. Hedwig hooted glumly *from the top of the wardrobe. There was a -long pause, broken only by the mournful creak/of the floorboards below Harry's feet. 'What is(this place, anyway?' he shot at Ron and ,Hermione. 'Headquarters of the Order of the /Phoenix,' said Ron at once. 'Is anyone going to(bother telling me what the Order of the +Phoenix - ?' 'It's a secret society,' said -Hermione quickly 'Dumbledore's in charge, he /founded it. It's the people who fought against -You-Know-Who last time.' 'Who's in it?' said -Harry coming to a halt with his hands in his ,pockets. 'Quite a few people - ' 'We've met )about twenty of them,' said Ron, 'but we -think there are more.' Harry glared at them. -'Well?' he demanded, looking from one to the 1other. 'Er,' said Ron. 'Well what?' 'Voldemort!' 'said Harry furiously, and both Ron and +Hermione winced. 'What's happening? What's ,he up to? Where is he? What are we doing to 0stop him?' 'We've told you, the Order don't let (us in on their meetings,' said Hermione .nervously 'So we don't know the details - but .we've got a general idea,' she added hastily, +seeing the look on Harry's face. 'Fred and ,George have invented Extendable Ears, see,' 3said Ron. They're really useful.' 'Extendable - ?' .'Ears, yeah. Only we've had to stop using them&lately because Mum found out and went .berserk. Fred and George had to hide them all ,to stop Mum binning them. But we got a good +bit of use out of them before Mum realised 'what was going on. We know some of the (Order are following known Death Eaters, ,keeping tabs on them, you know - ' 'Some of -them are working on recruiting more people to.the Order - ' said Hermione. 'And some of them.are standing guard over something,' said Ron. *They're always talking about guard duty.' .'Couldn't have been me, could it?' said Harry 1sarcastically. 'Oh, yeah,' said Ron, with a look ,of dawning comprehension. Harry snorted. He &walked around the room again, looking ,anywhere but at Ron and Hermione. 'So, what 'have you two been doing, if you're not -allowed in meetings?' he demanded. 'You said +you'd been busy.' 'We have,' said Hermione *quickly. 'We've been decontaminating this ,house, it's been empty for ages and stuff's (been breeding in here. We've managed to ,clean out the kitchen, most of the bedrooms )and I think we're doing the drawing room ,tomo- AARGH!' With two loud cracks, Fred and'George, Ron's elder twin brothers, had .materialised out of thin air in the middle of +the room. Pigwidgeon twittered more wildly +than ever and zoomed off to join Hedwig on (top of the wardrobe. 'Stop doing that!' ,Hermione said weakly to the twins, who were .as vividly red-haired as Ron, though stockier 2and slightly shorter. 'Hello, Harry' said George, *beaming at him. 'We thought we heard your ,dulcet tones.' 'You don't want to bottle up 3your anger like that, Harry, let it all out,' said .Fred, also beaming. There might be a couple of.people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.' -'You two passed your Apparation tests, then?'/asked Harry grumpily. 'With distinction,' said )Fred, who was holding what looked like a /piece of very long, flesh-coloured string. 'It *would have taken you about thirty seconds 0longer to walk down the stairs,' said Ron. 'Time2is Galleons, little brother,' said Fred. 'Anyway, *Harry, you're interfering with reception. *Extendable Ears,' he added in response to )Harry's raised eyebrows, and held up the ,string which Harry now saw was trailing out 0on to the landing. 'We're trying to hear what's /going on downstairs.' 'You want to be careful,'/said Ron, staring at the Ear, 'if Mum sees one 4of them again . . .' 'It's worth the risk, that's a -major meeting they're having,' said red. The (door opened and a long mane of red hair 1appeared. 'Oh, hello, Harry!' said Ron's younger 1sister, Ginny, brightly. 'I thought I heard your .voice.' Turning to Fred and George, she said, +'Its no-go with the Extendable Ears, she's +gone and put an Imperturbable Charm on the .kitchen door.' 'How d'you know?' said George, 0looking crestfallen. 'Tonks told me how to find /out,' said Ginny. 'You just chuck stuff at the -door and if it can't make contact the door's .been Imperturbed. I've been flicking Dungbombs/at it from the top of the stairs and they just )soar away from it, so there's no way the .Extendable Ears will be able to get under the 0gap.' Fred heaved a deep sigh. 'Shame. I really -fancied finding out what old Snape's been up 0to.' 'Snape!' said Harry quickly. 'Is he here?' 0'Yeah,' said George, carefully closing the door -and sitting down on one of the beds; Fred and/Ginny followed. 'Giving a report. Top secret.' 3'Git,' said Fred idly 'He's on our side now,' said ,Hermione reprovingly. Ron snorted. 'Doesn't -stop him being a git. The way he looks at us 3when he sees us.' 'Bill doesn't like him, either,' .said Ginny, as though that settled the matter.-Harry was not sure his anger had abated yet; 'but his thirst for information was now -overcoming his urge to keep shouting. He sank,on to the bed opposite the others. 'Is Bill .here?' he asked. 'I thought he was working in /Egypt?' 'He applied for a desk job so he could -come home and work for the Order,' said Fred.''He says he misses the tombs, but,' he *smirked, 'there are compensations.' 'What ,d'you mean?' 'Remember old Fleur Delacour?' .said George. 'She's got a job at Gringotts to 1eemprove 'er Eeenglish - 'And Bill's been giving /her a lot of private lessons,' sniggered Fred. 1'Charlie's in the Order, too,' said George, 'but +he's still in Romania. Dumbledore wants as -many foreign wizards brought in as possible, ,so Charlie's trying to make contacts on his +days off.' 'Couldn't Percy do that?' Harry (asked. The last he had heard, the third #Weasley brother was working in the $Department of International Magical *Co-operation at the Ministry of Magic. At -Harry's words, all the Weasleys and Hermione .exchanged darkly significant looks. 'Whatever ,you do, don't mention Percy in front of Mum /and Dad,' Ron told Harry in a tense voice. 'Why)not?' 'Because every time Percy's name's ,mentioned, Dad breaks whatever he's holding .and Mum starts crying,' Fred said. 'It's been 2awful,' said Ginny sadly. 'I think we're well shotof him,' said George, with an ,uncharacteristically ugly look on his face. .'What's happened?' Harry said. 'Percy and Dad 0had a row,' said Fred. 'I've never seen Dad row -with anyone like that. It's normally Mum who /shouts.' 'It was the first week back after term-ended,' said Ron. 'We were about to come and ,join the Order. Percy came home and told us ,he'd been promoted.' 'You're kidding?' said *Harry. Though he knew perfectly well that /Percy was highly ambitious, Harry's impression ,was that Percy had not made a great success 0of his first job at the Ministry of Magic. Percy,had committed the fairly large oversight of *failing to notice that his boss was being +controlled by Lord Voldemort (not that the /Ministry had believed it - they all thought Mr )Crouch had gone mad). 'Yeah, we were all ,surprised,' said George, 'because Percy got .into a load of trouble about Crouch, there was+an inquiry and everything. They said Percy *ought to have realised Crouch was off his -rocker and informed a superior. But you know ,Percy, Crouch left him in charge, he wasn't &going to complain.' 'So how come they &promoted him?' That's exactly what we ,wondered,' said Ron, who seemed very keen to(keep normal conversation going now that )Harry had stopped yelling. 'He came home )really pleased with himself - 'even more .pleased than usual, if you can imagine that - -and told Dad he'd been offered a position in *Fudge's own office. A really good one for ,someone only a year out of Hogwarts: Junior .Assistant to the Minister. He expected Dad to /be all impressed, I think.' 'Only Dad wasn't,' 0said Fred grimly. 'Why not?' said Harry. 'Well, ,apparently Fudge has been storming round the+Ministry checking that nobody's having any 'contact with Dumbledore,' said George. ,'Dumbledore's name is mud with the Ministry 1these days, see,' said Fred. They all think he's *just making trouble saying You-Know-Who's .back.' 'Dad says Fudge has made it clear that +anyone who's in league with Dumbledore can 1clear out their desks,' said George. Trouble is, +Fudge suspects Dad, he knows he's friendly )with Dumbledore, and he's always thought .Dad's a bit of a weirdo because of his Muggle ,obsession.' 'But what's that got to do with .Percy?' asked Harry, confused. 'I'm coming to ,that. Dad reckons Fudge only wants Percy in -his office because he wants to use him to spy/on the family - and Dumbledore.' Harry let out +a low whistle. 'Bet Percy loved that.' Ron *laughed in a hollow sort of way. 'He went ,completely berserk. He said - well, he said +loads of terrible stuff. He said he's been 'having to struggle against Dad's lousy -reputation ever since he joined the Ministry -and that Dad's got no ambition and that's why-we've always been - you know - 'not had a lot+of money, I mean - ' 'What?' said Harry in /disbelief, as Ginny made a noise like an angry 0cat. 'I know,' said Ron in a low voice. 'And it +got worse. He said Dad was an idiot to run ,around with Dumbledore, that Dumbledore was -heading for big trouble and Dad was going to (go down with him, and that he - Percy - .knew where his loyalty lay and it was with the+Ministry. And if Mum and Dad were going to -become traitors to the Ministry he was going ,to make sure everyone knew he didn't belong *to our family any more. And he packed his /bags the same night and left. He's living here .in London now.' Harry swore under his breath. )He had always liked Percy least of Ron's -brothers, but he had never imagined he would -say such things to Mr Weasley. 'Mums been in ,a right state,' said Ron dully. 'You know - +crying and stuff. She came up to London to -try and talk to Percy but he slammed the door.in her face. I dunno what he does if he meets 0Dad at work - ignores him, I s'pose.' 'But Percy(must know Voldemort's back,' said Harry ,slowly. 'He's not stupid, he must know your -mum and dad wouldn't risk everything without /proof.' 'Yeah, well, your name got dragged into-the row,' said Ron, shooting Harry a furtive -look. 'Percy said the only evidence was your 3word and . . . I dunno . . . he didn't think it was-good enough.' 'Percy takes the Daily Prophet 0seriously,' said Hermione tartly, and the others/all nodded. 'What are you talking about?' Harry-asked, looking around at them all. They were 1all regarding him warily. 'Haven't - haven't you *been getting the Daily Prophet?' Hermione -asked nervously. 'Yeah, I have!' said Harry. .'Have you - er - been reading it thoroughly?' +Hermione asked, still more anxiously. 'Not -cover to cover,' said Harry defensively. 'If )they were going to report anything about .Voldemort it would be headline news, wouldn't -it?' The others flinched at the sound of the -name. Hermione hurried on, 'Well, you'd need -to read it cover to cover to pick it up, but )they - um - they mention you a couple of .times a week.' 'But I'd have seen - ' 'Not if -you've only been reading the front page, you 0wouldn't,' said Hermione, shaking her head. 'I'm/not talking about big articles. They just slip ,you in, like you're a standing joke.' 'What .d'you - ?' 'It's quite nasty, actually,' said ,Hermione in a voice of forced calm. They're /just building on Rita's stuff.' 'But she's not -writing for them any more, is she?' 'Oh, no, ,she's kept her promise - not that she's got .any choice,' Hermione added with satisfaction..'But she laid the foundation for what they're /trying to do now.' 'Which is what?' said Harry -impatiently. 'OK, you know she wrote that you.were collapsing all over the place and saying -your scar was hurting and all that?' 'Yeah,' .said Harry, who was not likely to forget Rita /Skeeter's stories about him in a hurry. 'Well, +they're writing about you as though you're +this deluded, attention-seeking person who /thinks he's a great tragic hero or something,' -said Hermione, very fast, as though it would +be less unpleasant for Harry to hear these ,facts quickly. 'They keep slipping in snide (comments about you. If some far-fetched /story appears, they say something like, "A tale-worthy of Harry Potter", and if anyone has a /funny accident or anything it's, "Let's hope he.hasn't got a scar on his forehead or we'll be -asked to worship him next" - ' 'I don't want ,anyone to worship - ' Harry began hotly. 'I (know you don't,' said Hermione quickly, 0looking frightened. 'I know, Harry. But you see *what they're doing? They want to turn you +into someone nobody will believe. Fudge is 0behind it, I'll bet anything. They want wizards .on the street to think you're just some stupid0boy who's a bit of a joke, who tells ridiculous .tall stories because he loves being famous and2wants to keep it going.' 'I didn't ask - I didn't +want - Voldemort killed my parents!' Harry .spluttered. 'I got famous because he murdered -my family but couldn't kill me! Who wants to 0be famous for that? Don't I hey think I'd rather*it'd never- ' 'We know, Harry' said Ginny 0earnestly. 'And of course, they didn't report a )word about the Dementors attacking you,' ,said Hermione. 'Someone's told them to keep -that quiet. That should've been a really big -story, out-of-control Dementors. They haven't!even reported that you broke the -International Statute of Secrecy. We thought -they would, it would be in so well with this )image of you as some stupid show-off. We -think they're biding their time until you're -expelled, then they're really going to go to /town - I mean, if you're expelled, obviously,' /she went on hastily. 'You really shouldn't be, /not if they abide by their own laws, there's no)case against you.' They were back on the -hearing and Harry did not want to think about+that. He cast around for another change of (subject, but was saved the necessity of -finding one by the sound of footsteps coming &up the stairs. 'Uh oh.' Fred gave the 'Extendable Ear a hearty tug; there was %another loud crack and he and George -vanished. Seconds later, Mrs Weasley appeared+in the bedroom doorway. The meetings over, 'you can come down and have dinner now. .Everyone's dying to see you, Harry. And who's -left all those Dungbombs outside the kitchen /door?' 'Crookshanks,' said Ginny unblushingly. -'He loves playing with them.' 'Oh,' said Mrs 'Weasley, 'I thought it might have been /Kreacher, he keeps doing odd things like that. -Now don't forget to keep your voices down in -the hall. Ginny, your hands are filthy, what &have you been doing? Go and wash them .before dinner, please.' Ginny grimaced at the *others and followed her mother out of the 'room, leaving Harry alone with Ron and )Hermione. Both of them were watching him )apprehensively, as though they feared he ,would start shouting again now that everyone,else had gone. The sight of them looking so /nervous made him feel slightly ashamed. 'Look ... .' he muttered, but Ron shook his head, and )Hermione said quietly, 'We knew you'd be -angry, Harry, we really don't blame you, but (you've got to understand, we did try to +persuade Dumbledore - 'Yeah, I know,' said /Harry shortly. He cast around for a topic that +didn't involve his headmaster, because the (very thought of Dumbledore made Harry's %insides burn with anger again. Who's -Kreacher?' he asked. The house-elf who lives -here,' said Ron. 'Nutter. Never met one like +him.' Hermione frowned at Ron. 'He's not a 2nutter, Ron.' 'His life's ambition is to have his .head cut off and stuck up on plaque just like 2his mother,' said Ron irritably. 'Is that normal, 1Hermione?' 'Well - well, if he is a bit strange, 3it's not his fault.' Ron rolled his eyes at Harry. 0'Hermione still hasn't given up on SPEW.' 'It's -not SPEW!' said Hermione heatedly. 'It's the -Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. )And it's not just me, Dumbledore says we /should be kind to Kreacher too.' 'Yeah, yeah,' 0said Ron. 'C'mon, I'm starving.' He led the way .out of the door and on to the landing, but be 1ore they could descend the stairs - ' 'Hold it!' *Ron breathed, flinging out an arm to stop (Harry and Hermione walking any further. /They're still in the hall, we might be able to *hear something.' The three of them looked *cautiously over the banisters. The gloomy *hallway below was packed with witches and .wizards, including all of Harry's guard. They +were whispering excitedly together. In the -very centre of the group Harry saw the dark, -greasy-haired head and prominent nose of his %least favourite teacher at Hogwarts, .Professor Snape. Harry leant further over the *banisters. He was very interested in what -Snape was doing for the Order of the Phoenix ,. . . A thin piece of flesh-coloured string ,descended in front of Harry's eyes. Looking *up, he saw Fred and George on the landing .above, cautiously lowering the Extendable Ear )towards the dark knot of people below. A )moment later, however, they all began to -move towards the front door and out of sight.*'Dammit,' Harry heard Fred whisper, as he *hoisted the Extendable Ear back up again. ,They heard the front door open, then close. 0'Snape never eats here,' Ron told Harry quietly..Thank Clod. C'mon.' 'And don't forget to keep .your voice down in the hall, Harry,' Hermione %whispered. As they passed the row of -house-elf heads on the wall, they saw Lupin, )Mrs Weasley and Tonks at the front door, +magically sealing its many locks and bolts .behind those who had just left. 'We're eating -down in the kitchen,' Mrs Weasley whispered, *meeting them at the bottom of the stairs. /'Harry, dear, if you'll just tiptoe across the ,hall it's through this door here - ' CRASH. ,'Tonks!' cried Mrs Weasley in exasperation, 0turning to look behind her. 'I'm sorry!' wailed .Tonks, who was lying flat on the floor. 'It's .that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second /time I've tripped over - ' But the rest of her "words were drowned by a horrible, +ear-splitting, blood-curdling screech. The ,moth-eaten velvet curtains Harry had passed .earlier had flown apart, but there was no door.behind them. For a split second, Harry thought*he was looking through a window, a window ,behind which an old woman in a black cap was+screaming and screaming as though she were /being tortured - then he realised it was simply.a life-size portrait, but the most realistic, -and the most unpleasant, he had ever seen in /his life. The old woman was drooling, her eyes -were rolling, the yellowing skin of her face .stretched taut as she screamed; and all along *the hall behind them, the other portraits ,awoke and began to yell, too, so that Harry .actually screwed up his eyes at the noise and /clapped his hands over his ears. Lupin and Mrs ,Weasley darted forward and tried to tug the +curtains shut over the old woman, but they -would not close and she screeched louder than)ever, brandishing clawed hands as though -trying to tear at their faces. 'Filth! Scum! /By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, -mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How ,dare you befoul the house of my fathers - ' &Tonks apologised over and over again, .dragging the huge, heavy troll's leg back off ,the floor; Mrs Weasley abandoned the attempt-to close the curtains and hurried up and down0the hall, Stunning all the other portraits with -her wand; and a man with long black hair came/charging out of a door facing Harry. 'Shut up, +you horrible old hag, shut UP!' he roared, $seizing the curtain Mrs Weasley had *abandoned. The old woman's face blanched. .'Yoooou!' she howled, her eyes popping at the /sight of the man. 'Blood traitor, abomination, 1shame of my flesh!' 'I said - shut - UP!' roared ,the man, and with a stupendous effort he and+Lupin managed to force the curtains closed -again. The old woman's screeches died and an +echoing silence tell. Panting slightly and -sweeping his long dark hair out of his eyes, -Harry's godfather Sirius turned to face him. 2'Hello, Harry,' he said grimly, 'I see you've met my mother.'   - CHAPTER FIVE -  The Order of The Phoenix  + 'Your - ?' 'My dear old mum, yeah,' said /Sirius. 'We've been trying to get her down for *a month but we think she put a Permanent. *Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas. ,Lets get downstairs, quick, before they all /wake up again.' 'But what's a portrait of your -mother doing here?' Harry asked, bewildered, ,as they went through the door from the hall -and led the way down a flight of narrow stone,steps, the others just behind them. 'Hasn't .anyone told you? This was my parents' house,' 3said Sirius. 'But I'm the last Black left, so it's )mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for +Headquarters - about the only useful thing .I've been able to do.' Harry, who had expected,a better welcome, noted how hard and bitter (Sirius's voice sounded. He followed his )godfather to the bottom of the steps and )through a door leading into the basement .kitchen. It was scarcely less gloomy than the -hall above, a cavernous room with rough stone+walls. Most of the light was coming from a .large fire at the far end of the room. A haze *of pipe smoke hung in the air like battle )fumes, through which loomed the menacing +shapes of heavy iron pots and pans hanging ,from the dark ceiling. Many chairs had been ,crammed into the room for the meeting and a )long wooden table stood in the middle of (them, littered with rolls of parchment, +goblets, empty wine bottles, and a heap of -what appeared to be rags. Mr Weasley and his 0eldest son Bill were talking quietly with their ,heads together at the end of the table. Mrs +Weasley cleared her throat. Her husband, a 'thin, balding, red-haired man who wore 'horn-rimmed glasses, looked around and .jumped to his feet. 'Harry!' Mr Weasley said, .hurrying forward to greet him, and shaking his-hand vigorously. 'Good to see you!' Over his 1shoulder Harry saw Bill, who still wore his long 2hair in a ponytail, hastily rolling up the lengths-of parchment left on the table. 'Journey all 0right, Harry?' Bill called, trying to gather up -twelve scrolls at once. 'Mad-Eye didn't make /you come via Greenland, then?' 'He tried,' said&Tonks, striding over to help Bill and -immediately toppling a candle on to the last .piece of parchment. 'Oh no - sorry - ' 'Here, "dear,' said Mrs Weasley, sounding ,exasperated, and she repaired the parchment /with a wave of her wand. In the flash of light ,caused by Mrs Weasley's charm Harry caught a*glimpse of what looked like the plan of a /building. Mrs Weasley had seen him looking. She.snatched the plan off the table and stuffed it1into Bill's already overladen arms. This sort of +thing ought to be cleared away promptly at *the end of meetings,' she snapped, before ,sweeping off towards an ancient dresser from0which she started unloading dinner plates. Bill -took out his wand, muttered, 'Evanesce!' and -the scrolls vanished. 'Sit down, Harry' said -Sirius. 'You've met Mundungus, haven't you?' .The thing Harry had taken to be a pile of rags.gave a prolonged, grunting snore, then jerked &awake. 'Some'n say m'name?' Mundungus 1mumbled sleepily. 'I agree with Sirius . . .' He .raised a very grubby hand in the air as though.voting, his droopy, bloodshot eyes unfocused. /Ginny giggled. The meeting's over, Dung,' said /Sirius, as they all sat down around him at the 0table. 'Harry's arrived.' 'Eh?' said Mundungus, /peering bale fully at Harry through his matted 4ginger hair. 'Blimey, so 'e 'as. Yeah . . . you all -right, 'Airy?' 'Yeah,' said Harry. Mundungus 0fumbled nervously in his pockets, still staring /at Harry, and pulled out a grimy black pipe. He-stuck it in his mouth, ignited the end of it *with his wand and took a deep pull on it. )Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke (obscured him within seconds. 'Owe you a -'pology,' grunted a voice from the middle of &the smelly cloud. 'For the last time, *Mundungus,' called Mrs Weasley, 'will you ,please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, /especially not when we're about to eat!' 'Ah,' 1said Mundungus. 'Right. Sorry, Molly.' The cloud *of smoke vanished as Mundungus stowed his /pipe back in his pocket, but an acrid smell of /burning socks lingered. 'And if you want dinner/before midnight I'll need a hand,' Mrs Weasley -said to the room at large. 'No, you can stay -where you are, Harry dear, you've had a long -journey.' 'What can I do, Molly?' said Tonks )enthusiastically, bounding forwards. Mrs /Weasley hesitated, looking apprehensive. 'Er - 0no, it's all right, Tonks, you have a rest too, .you've done enough today.' 'No, no, I want to ,help!' said Tonks brightly, knocking over a .chair as she hurried towards the dresser, from,which Ginny was collecting cutlery. Soon, a *series of heavy knives were chopping meat $and vegetables of their own accord, ,supervised by Mr Weasley, while Mrs Weasley .stirred a cauldron dangling over the fire and -the others took out plates, more goblets and ,food from the pantry. Harry was left at the /table with Sirius and Mundungus, who was still ,blinking at him mournfully. 'Seen old Figgy /since?' he asked. 'No,' said Harry, 'I haven't 0seen anyone.' 'See, I wouldn't 'ave left,' said ,Mundungus, leaning forward, a pleading note 1in his voice, 'but I 'ad a business opportunity -/' Harry felt something brush against his knees *and started, but it was only Crookshanks, (Hermione's bandy-legged ginger cat, who (wound himself once around Harry's legs, ,purring, then jumped on to Sirius's lap and curled up. Sirius scratched him -absent-mindedly behind the ears as he turned,/still grim-faced, to Harry. 'Had a good summer 0so far?' 'No, it's been lousy,' said Harry. For .the first time, something like a grin flitted .across Sirius's free. 'Don't know what you're /complaining about, myself.' 'What?' said Harry 0incredulously. 'Personally, I'd have welcomed a .Dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul+would have broken the monotony nicely. You .think you've had it bad, at least you've been .able to get out and about, stretch your legs, ,get into a few fights . . . I've been stuck .inside for a month.' 'How come?' asked Harry, 1frowning. 'Because the Ministry of Magic's still ,after me, and Voldemort will know all about +me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will .have told him, so my big disguise is useless. .There's not much I can do for the Order of the1Phoenix . . . or so Dumbledore feels.' There was .something about the slightly flattened tone of+voice in which Sirius uttered Dumbledore's .name that told Harry that Sirius, too, was not-very happy with the Headmaster. Harry felt a .sudden upsurge of affection for his godfather..'At least you've known what's been going on,' *he said bracingly. 'Oh yeah,' said Sirius .sarcastically. 'Listening to Snape's reports, 0having to take all his snide hints that he's out+there risking his life while I'm sat on my .backside here having a nice comfortable time .+. . asking me how the cleaning's going - ' -'What cleaning?' asked Harry. Trying to make +this place fit for human habitation,' said (Sirius, waving a hand around the dismal 0kitchen. 'No one's lived here for ten years, not,since my dear mother died, unless you count +her old house-elf, and he's gone round the *twist - hasn't cleaned anything in ages.' /'Sirius,' said Mundungus, who did not appear to-have paid any attention to the conversation, (but had been closely examining an empty .goblet. This solid silver, mate?' 'Yes,' said ,Sirius, surveying it with distaste. 'Finest )fifteenth-century goblin-wrought silver, /embossed with the Black family crest.' 'That'd 'come orf, though,' muttered Mundungus, 0polishing it with his cuff. 'Fred - George - NO,(JUST CARRY THEM!' Mrs Weasley shrieked. -Harry, Sirius and Mundungus looked round and,+within a split second, they had dived away $from the table. Fred and George had ,bewitched a large cauldron of stew, an iron (flagon of Butterbeer and a heavy wooden +breadboard, complete with knife, to hurtle 'through the air towards them. The stew -skidded the length of the table and came to a/halt just before the end, leaving a long black *burn on the wooden surface; the flagon of +Butterbeer fell with a crash, spilling its -contents everywhere; the bread knife slipped )off the board and landed, point down and ,quivering ominously, exactly where Sirius's )right hand had been seconds before. 'FOR ,HEAVEN'S SAKE!' screamed Mrs Weasley. THERE (WAS NO NEED - I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS - (JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC&NOW, YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS+OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!' 'We were /just trying to save a bit of time!' said Fred, +hurrying forward to wrench the bread knife 0out of the table. 'Sorry, Sirius, mate - didn't 'mean to - ' Harry and Sirius were both %laughing; Mundungus, who had toppled ,backwards off his chair, was swearing as he *got to his feet; Crookshanks had given an +angry hiss and shot off under the dresser, .from where his large yellow eyes glowed in the/darkness. 'Boys,' Mr Weasley said, lifting the .stew back into the middle of the table, 'your *mother's right, you re supposed to show a .sense f responsibility now you've come of age /- ' 'None of your brothers caused this sort of ,trouble!' Mrs Weasley raged at the twins as .she slammed a fresh flagon of Butterbeer on lo.the table, and spilling almost as much again. 0'Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few.feet! Charlie didn't charm everything he met! )Percy - ' She stopped dead, catching her .breath with a frightened look at her husband, -whose expression was suddenly wooden. 'Let's 5eat,' said Bill quickly. 'It looks wonderful, Molly,'/said Lupin, ladling stew on to a plate lor her +and handing it across the table. For a few .minutes there was silence but for the chink of.plates and cutlery and the scraping of chairs -as everyone settled down to their food. Then )Mrs Weasley turned to Sirius. 'I've been /meaning to tell you, Sirius, there's something ,trapped in that writing desk in the drawing /room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course,-it could just be a Boggart, but I thought we *ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it 1before we let it out.' 'Whatever you like,' said 0Sirius indifferently. The curtains in there are -full of Doxys, too,' Mrs Weasley went on. 'I %thought we might try and tackle them 0tomorrow.' 'I look forward to it,' said Sirius. -Harry heard the sarcasm in his voice, but he ,was not sure that anyone else did. Opposite +Harry, Tonks was entertaining Hermione and 'Ginny by transforming her nose between *mouthfuls. Screwing up her eyes each time ,with the same pained expression she had worn.back in Harry's bedroom, her nose swelled to a&beak-like protuberance that resembled (Snape's, shrank to the size of a button +mushroom and then sprouted a great deal of .hair from each nostril. Apparently this was a (regular mealtime entertainment, because (Hermione and Ginny were soon requesting /their favourite noses. 'Do that one like a pig )snout, Tonks.' Tonks obliged, and Harry, /looking up, had the fleeting impression that a -female Dudley was grinning at him from across-- 'he table. Mr Weasley, Bill and Lupin were ,having an intense discuss on about goblins. ,They're not giving anything away yet,' said 2Bill. 'I still can't work out whether or not they -believe he's back. Course, they might prefer 0not to take sides at all. Keep out of it.' 'I'm +sure they'd never go over to You-Know-Who,'+said Mr Weasley, shaking his head. They've *suffered losses too; remember that goblin -family he murdered last time, somewhere near .Nottingham?' 'I think it depends what they're 1offered,' said Lupin. 'And I'm not talking about ,gold. If they're offered the freedoms we've -been denying them for centuries they're going.to be tempted. Have you still not had any luck)with Ragnok, Bill?' 'He's feeling pretty +anti-wizard at the moment,' said Bill, 'he 'hasn't stopped raging about the Bagman (business, he reckons the Ministry did a -cover-up, those goblins never got their gold .from him, you know - ' A gale of laughter from,the middle of the table drowned the rest of .Bill's words. Fred, George, Ron and Mundungus /were rolling around in their seats. '. . . and ,then,' choked Mundungus, tears running down 3his face, 'and then, if you'll believe it, 'e says .to me, 'e says, ' "Ere, Dung, where didja get (all them toads from? 'Cos some son of a 1Sludger's gone and nicked all mine!" And I says, ,"Nicked all your toads, Will, what next? So +you'll be wanting some more, then?" And if /you'll believe me, lads, the gormless gargoyle -buys all 'is own toads back orf me for a lot .more'n what 'e paid in the first place - ' 'I -don't think we need to hear any more of your (business dealings, thank you very much, -Mundungus,' said Mrs Weasley sharply, as Ron *slumped forwards on to the table, howling )with laughter. 'Beg pardon, Molly,' said 'Mundungus at once, wiping his eyes and .winking at Harry. 'But, you know, Will nicked -'em orf Warty Harris in the first place so I -wasn't really doing nothing wrong.' 'I don't 'know where you learned about right and 'wrong, Mundungus, but you seem to have /missed a few crucial lessons,' said Mrs Weasley.coldly. Fred and George buried their faces in (their goblets of Butterbeer; George was *hiccoughing. For some reason, Mrs Weasley )threw a very nasty look at Sirius before .getting to her feet and going to fetch a large*rhubarb crumble for pudding. Harry looked /round at his godfather. 'Molly doesn't approve ,of Mundungus,' said Sirius in an undertone. /'How come he's in the Order?' Harry said, very 3quietly. 'He's useful,' Sirius muttered. 'Knows all/the crooks - well, he would, seeing as he's one0himself. But he's also very loyal to Dumbledore,,who helped him out of a tight spot once. It *pays to have someone like Dung around, he 0hears things we don't. But Molly thinks inviting-him to stay for dinner is going too far. She /hasn't forgiven him for slipping off duty when *he was supposed to be tailing you.' Three .helpings of rhubarb crumble and custard later (and I he waistband on Harry's jeans was .feeling uncomfortably tight (which was saying %something as the jeans had once been /Dudley's). As he laid down his spoon there was /a lull in the general conversation: Mr Weasley /was leaning back in his chair, looking replete +and relaxed; Tonks was yawning widely, her ,nose now back to normal; and Ginny, who had -lured Crookshanks out from under the dresser,/was sitting cross-legged on the floor, rolling /Butterbeer corks for him to chase. 'Nearly time+for bed, I think,' said Mrs Weasley with a 1yawn. 'Not just yet, Molly,' said Sirius, pushing,away his empty plate and turning to look at *Harry. 'You know, I'm surprised at you. I -thought the first thing you'd do when you got-here would be to start asking questions about'Voldemort.' The atmosphere in the room +changed with the rapidity Harry associated -with the arrival of Dementors. Where seconds /before it had been sleepily relaxed, it was now-alert, even tense. A frisson had gone around -the table at the mention of Voldemort's name.+Lupin, who had been about to take a sip of 1wine, lowered his goblet slowly, looking wary. 'I/did!' said Harry indignantly. 'I asked Ron and ,Hermione but they said we're not allowed in 1the Order, so - ' 'And they're quite right,' said)Mrs Weasley. 'You're too young.' She was -sitting bolt upright in her chair, her fists %clenched an its arms, every trace of )drowsiness gone. 'Since when did someone -have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask0questions?' asked Sirius. 'Harry's been trapped .in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the.right to know what's been happen-' 'Hang on!' +interrupted George loudly. 'How come Harry (gets his questions answered?' said Fred /angrily. 'We've been trying to get stuff out of+you for a month and y DU haven't told us a 2single stinking thing!' said George. ' "You're too0young, you're not in the Order," ' said Fred, in,a high-pitched voice that sounded uncannily 4like his mother's. 'Harry's not even of age!' 'It's ,not my fault you haven't been told what the 1Order's doing,' said Sirius calmly, 'that's your 0parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand - ' ,'It's not down to you to decide what's good *for Harry!' said Mrs Weasley sharply. The ,expression on her normally kind face looked 'dangerous. 'You haven't forgotten what 1Dumbledore said, I suppose?' 'Which bit?' Sirius *asked politely, but with the air of a man /readying himself for a fight. The bit about not+telling Harry more than he needs to know,' -said Mrs Weasley, placing a heavy emphasis on.the last three words. Ron, Hermione, Fred and +Georges heads swivelled from Sirius to Mrs (Weasley as though they were following a 0tennis rally. Ginny was kneeling amid a pile of )abandoned Butterbeer corks, watching the +conversation with her mouth slightly open. ,Lupin's eyes were fixed on Sirius. 'I don't )intend to tell him more than he needs to .know, Molly,' said Sirius. 'But as he was the )one who saw Voldemort come back' (again, *there was a collective shudder around the +table at the name) 'he has more right than .most to - ' 'He's not a member of the Order of+the Phoenix!' said Mrs Weasley. 'He's only /fifteen and - ' 'And he's dealt with as much as0most in the Order,' said Sirius, 'and more than /some.' 'No one's denying what he's done!' said )Mrs Weasley, her voice rising, her fists .trembling on the arms of her chair. 'But he's 6still - ' 'He's not a child!' said Sirius impatiently..'He's not an adult either!' said Mrs Weasley, +the colour rising in her cheeks. 'He's not 0James, Sirius!' 'I'm perfectly clear who he is, 2thanks, Molly,' said Sirius coldly. 'I'm not sure ,you are!' said Mrs Weasley. 'Sometimes, the +way you talk about him, it's as though you )think you've got your best friend back!' .'What's wrong with that?' said Harry. 'What's .wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father,,however much you might look like him!' said 0Mrs Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. 0'You are still at school and adults responsible /for you should not forget it!' 'Meaning I'm an /irresponsible godfather?' demanded Sirius, his -voice rising. 'Meaning you have been known to,act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore ,keeps reminding you to stay at home and - ' -'We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore 1out of this, if you please!' said Sirius loudly. +'Arthur!' said Mrs Weasley rounding on her .husband. 'Arthur, back me up!' Mr Weasley did .not speak at once. He took off his glasses and.cleaned them slowly on his robes, not looking ,at his wife. Only when he had replaced them 0carefully on his nose did he reply. 'Dumbledore *knows the position has changed, Molly. He 0accepts that Harry will have to be filled in, to,a certain extent, now that he is staying at .Headquarters.' 'Yes, but there's a difference %between that and inviting him to ask -whatever he likes!' 'Personally,' said Lupin .quietly, looking away from Sirius at last, as +Mrs Weasley turned quickly to him, hopeful .that finally she was about to get an ally, 'I ,think it better that Harry gets the facts - +'not all the facts, Molly, but the general )picture - from us, rather than a garbled /version from . . . others.' His expression was 0mild, but Harry felt sure Lupin, at least, knew +that some Extendable Ears had survived Mrs +Weasley's purge. 'Well,' said Mrs Weasley, .breathing deeply and looking around the table 1for support that did not come, 'well . . . I can 2see I' going to be overruled. I'll just say this: -Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not $wanting Harry to know too much, and )speaking as someone who has Harry's best 0interests at heart -' 'He's not your son,' said ,Sirius quietly. 'He's as good as,' said Mrs /Weasley fiercely. 'Who else has he got?' 'He's *got me!' 'Yes,' said Mrs Weasley, her lip 3curling, 'the thing is, it's been rather difficult ,for you to look after him while you've been 0locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?' Sirius started/to rise from his chair. 'Molly, you're not the *only person at this table who cares about 3Harry,' said Lupin sharply. 'Sirius, sit down.' Mrs.Weasleys lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank /slowly back into his chair, his face white. 'I 0think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this,' /Lupin continued, 'he's old enough to decide for0himself.' 'I want to know what's been going on,'+Harry said at once. He did not look at Mrs )Weasley. He had been touched by what she .had said about his being as good as a son, but.he was also impatient with her mollycoddling. 2Sirius was right, he was not a child. 'Very well,'/said Mrs Weasley, her voice cracking. 'Ginny - -Ron - Hermione - Fred - George - I want, you -out of this kitchen, now.' There was instant (uproar. 'We're of age!' Fred and George ,bellowed together. 'If Harry's allowed, why .can't I?' shouted Ron. 'Mum, I want to hear!' (wailed Ginny 'NO!' shouted Mrs Weasley, 0standing up, her eyes overbright. 'I absolutely *forbid - ' 'Molly you can't stop Fred and .George,' said Mr Weasley wearily. They are of 5age.' They're still at school.' 'But they're legally *adults now,' said Mr Weasley, in the same ,tired voice. Mrs Weasley was now scarlet in ,the face. 'I - oh, all right then, Fred and /George can stay, but Ron - ' 'Harry'll tell me )and Hermione everything you say anyway!' .said Ron hotly. 'Won't - won't you?' he added /uncertainly, meeting Harry's eyes. For a split -second, Harry considered telling Ron that he /wouldn't tell him a single word, that he could .try a taste of being kept in the dark and see 'how he liked it. But the nasty impulse .vanished as they looked at each other. 'Course.I will,' Harry said. Ron and Hermione beamed. 1'Fine!' shouted Mrs Weasley. 'Fine! Ginny - BED!'.Ginny did not go quietly. They could hear her .raging and storming at her mother all the way -up the stairs, and when she reached the hall .Mrs Blacks ear-splitting shrieks were added to/the din. Lupin hurried off to the portrait: to 'restore calm. It was only after he had .returned, closing the kitchen door behind him -and taking his seat at the table again, that 0Sirius spoke. 'OK, Harry . . . what do you want ,to know?' Harry took a deep breath and asked+the question that had obsessed him for the *last month. 'Where's Voldemort?' he said, ,ignoring the renewed shudders and winces at /the name. 'What's he doing? I've been trying to,watch the Muggle news, and there hasn't been+anything that looks like him yet, no funny *deaths or anything.' That's because there )haven't been any funny deaths yet,' said 0Sirius, 'not as far as we know, anyway . . . and.we know quite a let.' 'More than he thinks we (do, anyway,' said Lupin. 'How come he's .stopped killing people?' Harry asked. He knew )Voldemort had murdered more than once in .the last year alone. 'Because he doesn't want 0to draw attention to himself,' said Sirius. 'It )would be dangerous for him. His comeback +didn't come off quite the way he wanted it /to, you see. He messed it up.' 'Or rather, you *messed it up for him,' said Lupin, with a 0satisfied smile. 'How?' Harry asked, perplexed. 0'You weren't supposed to survive!' said Sirius. ('Nobody apart from his Death Eaters was )supposed to know he'd come back. But you .survived to bear witness.' 'And the very last +person he wanted alerted to his return the )moment he got back was Dumbledore,' said -Lupin. 'And you made sure Dumbledore knew at 0once.' 'How has that helped?' Harry asked. 'Are 2you kidding?' said Bill incredulously. 'Dumbledore'was the only one You-Know-Who was ever *scared of!' Thanks to you, Dumbledore was .able to recall the Order of the Phoenix about 0an hour after Voldemort returned,' said Sirius. /'So, what's the Order been doing?' said Harry, /looking around at them all. 'Working as hard as*we can to make sure Voldemort can't carry -out his plans,' said Sirius. 'How d'you know *what his plans are?' Harry asked quickly. .'Dumbledore's got a shrewd idea,' said Lupin, -'and Dumbledore's shrewd ideas normally turn .out to be accurate.' 'So what does Dumbledore 0reckon he's planning?' 'Well, firstly, he wants 2to build up his army again,' said Sirius. 'In the ,old days he had huge numbers at his command:.witches and wizards he'd bullied or bewitched 0into following him, his faithful Death Eaters, a+great variety of Dark creatures. You heard 2him planning to recruit the giants; well, they'll +be just one of the groups he's after. He's +certainly not going to try and take on the *Ministry of Magic with only a dozen Death /Eaters.' 'So you're trying to stop him getting .more followers?' 'We're doing our best,' said 1Lupin. 'How?' 'Well, the main thing is to try and)convince as many people as possible that )You-Know-Who really has returned, to put /them on their guard,' said Bill. 'It's proving (tricky, though.' 'Why?' 'Because of the +Ministry's attitude,' said Tonks. 'You saw (Cornelius Fudge after You-Know-Who came )back, Harry. Well, he hasn't shifted his -position at all. He's absolutely refusing to .believe it's happened.' 'But why?' said Harry +desperately. 'Why's he being so stupid? If 0Dumbledore - ' 'Ah, well, you've put your finger,on the problem,' said Mr Weasley with a wry 1smile. 'Dumbledore.' 'Fudge is frightened of him,+you see,' said Tonks sadly. 'Frightened of 'Dumbledore?' said Harry incredulously. )'Frightened of what he's up to,' said Mr -Weasley. 'Fudge thinks Dumbledore's plotting ,to overthrow him. He thinks Dumbledore wants+to be Minister for Magic.' 'But Dumbledore .doesn't want - ' 'Of course he doesn't,' said .Mr Weasley. 'He's never wanted the Minister's ,job, even though a lot of people wanted him +to take it when Millicent Bagnold retired. ,Fudge came to power instead, but he's never )quite forgotten how much popular support 'Dumbledore had, even though Dumbledore .never applied for the job.' 'Deep down, Fudge -knows Dumbledore's much cleverer than he is, -a much more powerful wizard, and in the early+days of his Ministry he was forever asking -Dumbledore for help and advice,' said Lupin. -'But it seems he's become fond of power, and -much more confident. He loves being Minister )for Magic and he's m; n-aged to convince %himself that he's the clever one and 0Dumbledore's simply stirring up trouble for the 0sake of it.' 'How can he think that?' said Harry,angrily. 'How can he think Dumbledore would 0just make it all up - that I'd make it all up?' *'Because accepting that Voldermort's back ,would mean trouble like the Ministry hasn't .had to cope with for nearly fourteen yea 's,' .said Sirius bitterly. 'Fudge just can't bring &himself to face it. It's so much more -comfortable to convince himself Dumbledore's 1lying to destabilise him.' 'You see the problem,'1said Lupin. 'While the Ministry insists there is ,nothing to fear from Voldemort it's hard to .convince people he's back, especially as they -really don't want to believe it in the first +place. What's more, the Ministry's leaning .heavily on the Daily Prophet not to report any%of what they're calling Dumbledore's +rumour-mongering, so most of the wizarding ,community are completely unaware anything's +happened, and that makes them easy targets *for the Death Eaters if they're using the -Imperius Curse.' 'But you're telling people, .aren't you?' said Harry, looking around at Mr ,Weasley, Sirius, Bill, Mundungus, Lupin and /Tonks. 'You're letting people know he's back?' 0They all smiled humourlessly. 'Well, as everyone'thinks I'm a mad mass-murderer and the /Ministry's put a ten thousand Galleon price on /my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and 0start handing out leaflets, can I?' said Sirius /restlessly. 'And I'm not a very popular dinner .guest with most of the community,' said Lupin.('It's an occupational hazard of being a .werewolf.' 'Tonks and Arthur would lose their .jobs at the Ministry if they started shooting /their mouths off,' said Sirius, 'and it's very *important for us to have spies inside the -Ministry, because you can bet Voldemort will )have them.' 'We've managed to convince a ,couple of people, though,' said Mr Weasley. -Tonks here, for one - she's too young to have,been in the Order of the Phoenix last time, (and having Aurors on our side is a huge /advantage - Kingsley Shacklebolt's been a real +asset, too; he's in charge of the hunt for *Sirius, so he's been feeding the Ministry 2information that Sirius is in Tibet.' 'But if none%of you are putting the news out that ,Voldemort's back - ' Harry began. 'Who said +none of us are putting the news out?' said .Sirius. 'Why d'you think Dumbledore's in such *trouble?' 'What d'you mean?' Harry asked. .They're trying to discredit him,' said Lupin. -'Didn't you see the Daily Prophet last week? *They reported that he'd been voted out of &the Chairmanship of the International &Confederation of Wizards because he's .getting old and losing his grip, but it's not +true; he was voted out by Ministry wizards "after he made a speech announcing -Voldemort's return. They've demoted him from ,Chief Warlock on the Wizengamot - that's the-Wizard High Court - and they're talking about.taking away his Order of Merlin, First Class, +too.' 'But Dumbledore says he doesn't care ,what they do as long as they don't take him *off the Chocolate Frog Cards,' said Bill, -grinning. 'It's no laughing matter,' said Mr /Weasley sharply. 'If he carries on defying the /Ministry like this he could end up in Azkaban, &and the last thing we want is to have )Dumbledore locked up. While You-Know-Who )knows Dumbledore's out there and wise to 0what he's up to he's going to go cautiously. If $Dumbledore's out of the way - well, /You-Know-Who will have a clear field.' 'But if )Voldemort's trying to recruit more Death ,Eaters it's bound to get out that he's come *back, isn't it?' asked Harry desperately. ('Voldemort doesn't march up to people's .houses and bang on their front doors, Harry,' /said Sirius. 'He tricks, jinxes and blackmails *them. He's well-practised at operating in 0secret. In any case, gathering followers is only-one thing he's interested in. He's got other +plans too, plans he can put into operation .very quietly indeed, and he's concentrating on.those for the moment.' 'What's he after apart )from followers?' Harry asked swiftly. He -thought he saw Sirius and Lupin exchange the /most fleeting of looks before Sirius answered. /'Stuff he can only get by stealth.' When Harry 0continued to look puzzled, Sirius said, 'Like a -weapon. Something he didn't have last time.' ,'When he was powerful before?' 'Yes.' 'Like -what kind of weapon?' said Harry. 'Something )worse than the Avada Kedavra - ?' That's ,enough!' Mrs Weasley spoke from the shadows *beside the door. Harry hadn't noticed her ,return from taking Ginny upstairs. Her arms -were crossed and she looked furious. 'I want 0you in bed, now. All of you,' she added, looking*around at Fred, George, Ron and Hermione. /'You can't boss us - ' Fred began. 'Watch me,' /snarled Mrs Weasley. She was trembling slightly-as she looked at Sirius. 'You've given Harry -plenty of information. Any more and you might'just as well induct him into the Order 3straightaway.' 'Why not?' said Harry quickly. 'I'll1join, I want to join, I want to fight.' 'No.' It ,was not Mrs Weasley who spoke this time, but.Lupin. The Order is comprised only of overage *wizards,' he said. 'Wizards who have left -school,' he added, as Fred and George opened ,their mouths. There are dangers involved of /which you can have no idea, any of you . . . I 1think Molly's right, Sirius. We've said enough.' ,Sirius half-shrugged but did not argue. Mrs ,Weasley beckoned imperiously to her sons and(Herrnione. One by one they stood up and *Harry, recognising defeat, followed suit.   - CHAPTER SIX - , The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black  - Mrs Weasley followed them upstairs looking 0grim. 'I want you all to go straight to bed, no -talking,' she said as they reached the first ,landing, 'we've got a busy clay tomorrow. I %expect Ginny's asleep,' she added to 0Hermione, 'so try not to wake her up.' 'Asleep, /yeah, right,' said Fred in an undertone, after +Hermione bade them goodnight and they were 2climbing to the next floor. 'If Ginny's not lying 'awake waiting for Hermione to tell her +everything they said downstairs then I'm a 4Flobberworm . . .' 'All right, Ron, Harry,' said Mrs-Weasley on the second landing, pointing them +into their bedroom. 'Off to bed with you.' 0"Night,' Harry and Ron said to the twins. 'Sleep/tight,' said Fred, winking. Mrs Weasley closed -the door behind Harry with a sharp snap. The -bedroom looked, if anything, even danker and /gloomier than it had on first sight. The blank +picture on the wall was now breathing very +slowly and deeply, as though its invisible &occupant was asleep. Harry put on his .pyjamas, took off his glasses and climbed into-his chilly bed while Ron threw Owl Treats up ,on top of the wardrobe to pacify Hedwig and +Pigwidgeon, who were clattering around and /rustling their wings restlessly. 'We can't let -them out to hunt every night,' Ron explained $as he pulled on his maroon pyjamas. ''Dumbledore doesn't want too many owls .swooping around the square, thinks it'll look 4suspicious. Oh yeah . . . I forgot . . .' He crossed.to the door and bolted it. 'What're you doing 0that for?' 'Kreacher,' said Ron as he turned off+the light. 'First night I was here he came ,wandering in at three in the morning. Trust +me, you don't want to wake up and find him 0prowling around your room. Anyway . . .' he got ,into his bed, settled down under the co\ers .then turned to look at Harry in the darkness; -Harry could see his outline by the moonlight -filtering in through the grimy window, 'what -d'you reckon?' Harry didn't need to ask what .Ron meant. 'Well, they didn't tell us much we +couldn't have guessed, did they?' he said, 1thinking of all that had been said downstairs. 'I1mean, all they've really said is that the Order's/trying to stop pec pie joining Vol-' There was ,a sharp intake of breath from Ron. -demon,' /said Harry firmly. 'When are you going to start*using his name? Sirius and Lupin do.' Ron 0ignored this last comment. 'Yeah, you're right,',he said, 'we already knew nearly everything .they told us, from using the Extendable Ears. .The only new bit was - ' Crack. 'OUCH!' 'Keep +your voice down, Ron, or Mum'll be back up -here.' 'You two just Apparated on my knees!' 1'Yeah, well, it's harder in the dark.' Harry saw (the blurred outlines of Fred and George )leaping down from Ron's bed. There was a )groan of bedsprings and Harry's mattress *descended a few inches as George sat down 0near his feet. 'So, got there yet?' said George ,eagerly. The weapon Sirius mentioned?' said -Harry. 'Let slip, more like,' said Fred with 0relish, now sitting next to Ron. 'We didn't hear,about that on the old Extendables, did we?' 1'What d'you reckon it is?' said Harry. 'Could be *anything,' said Fred. 'But there can't be &anything worse than the Avada Kedavra +Curse, can there?' said Ron. 'What's worse ,than death?' 'Maybe it's something that can 0kill loads of people at once,' suggested George.-'Maybe it's some particularly painful way of 3killing people,' said Ron learfully. 'He's got the /Cruciatus Curse for causing pain,' said Harry, .'he doesn't need anything more efficient than -that.' There was a pause and Harry knew that *the others, like him, were wondering what .horrors this weapon could perpetrate. 'So who 0d'you think's got it now?' asked George. 'I hope,it's our side,' said Ron, sounding slightly 1nervous. 'If it is, Dumbledore's probably keeping+it,' said Fred. 'Where?' said Ron quickly. -'Hogwarts?' 'Bet it is!' said George. That's *where he hid the Philosopher's Stone.' 'A *weapons going to be a lot bigger than the 1Stone, though!' said Ron. 'Not necessarily,' said-Fred. 'Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,' )said George. 'Look at Ginny' 'What d'you -mean?' said Harry. 'You've never been on the ,receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes,/have you?' 'Shhh!' said Fred, half-rising from /the bed. 'Listen!' They fell silent. Footsteps .were coming up the stairs. 'Mum,' said George )and without further ado there was a loud ,crack and Harry felt the weight vanish from .the end of his bed. A few seconds later, they /heard the floorboard creak outside their door; +Mrs Weasley was plainly listening to check -whether or not they were talking. Hedwig and ,Pigwidgeon hooted dolefully. The floorboard )creaked again and they heard her heading +upstairs to check on Fred and George. 'She -doesn't trust us at all, you know,' said Ron ,regretfully. Harry was sure he would not be -able to fall asleep; the evening had been so *packed with things to think about that he 0fully expected to lie awake for hours mulling it/all over. He wanted to continue talking to Ron,&but Mrs Weasley was now creaking back +downstairs again, and once she had gone he )distinctly heard others making their way .upstairs . . . in fact, many-legged creatures *were cantering softly up and down outside )the bedroom door, and Hagrid the Care of &Magical Creatures teacher was saying, -'Beauties, aren'ti they, eh, Harry? We'll be 0studyin' weapons this term . . .' and Harry saw ,hat the creatures had cannons for heads and /were wheeling to ace him . . . he ducked . . . -The next thing he knew, he was curled into a ,warm ball under his bedclothes and George's /loud voice was filling the room. 'Mum says get .up, your breakfast is in the kitchen and then -she needs you in the drawing room, there are ,loads more Doxys than she thought and she's *found a nest of dead Puffskeins under the -sofa.' Half an hour later Harry and Ron, who -had dressed and breakfasted quickly, entered .the drawing room, a long, high-ceilinged room *on the first floor with olive green walls )covered in dirty .ap-estries. The carpet )exhaled little clouds of dust every time +someone put their foot on it and the long, +moss green velvet curtains were buzzing as ,though swarming with invisible bees. It was )aroand these that Mrs Weasley, Hermione, )Ginny, Fred and George were grouped, all .looking rather peculiar as they had each tied +a cloth over their nose and mouth. Each of .them was also holding a large bottle of black ,liquid with a nozzle at the end 'Cover your -faces and take a spray,' Mrs Weasley said to 'Harry and Ron the moment she saw them, -pointing to two more boitles of black liquid *standing on a spindle-legged table. 'It's .Doxycide. I've never seen an infestation this +bad - what that house-elf's Veen doing for /the last ten years - ' Hermione's face was half.concealed by a tea towel but Harry distinctly (saw her throw a reproachful look at Mrs ,Weasley. 'Kreachers really old, he probably -couldn't manage - ' 'You'd be surprised what &Kreacher can manage when he wnnts to, -Hermione,' said Sirius, who had just entered -the room carrying a bloodstained bag of what *appeared to be dead rats. 'I've just been )feeding Buckbeak,' he added, in reply to 0Harry's enquiring look. 'I keep him upstairs in /my mother's bedroom. Anyway . . . this writing /desk . . .' He dropped the bag of rats into an (armchair, then bent over to examine the ,locked cabinet which, Harry now noticed for -the first time, was shaking slightly. 'Well, 0Molly, I'm pretty sure this is a Boggart,' said *Sirius, peering through the keyhole, 'but 'perhaps we ought to let Mad-Eye have a .shifty at it before we let it out - knowing my+mother, it could be something much worse.' 0'Right you are, Sirius,' said Mrs Weasley. They .were both speaking in carefully light, polite *voices that told Harry quite plainly that ,neither had forgotten their disagreement of 0the night before. A loud, clanging bell sounded )from downstairs, followed at once by the (cacophony of screams and wails that had +been triggered the previous night by Tonks *knocking over the umbrella stand. 'I keep -telling them not to ring the doorbell!' said /Sirius exasperatedly, hurrying out of the room.-They heard him thundering clown the stairs as,Mrs Black's screeches echoed up through the .house once more: 'Stains of dishonour, filthy 3half-breeds, blood traitors, children of flith . . -.' 'Close the door, please, Harry,' said Mrs ,Weasley. Harry took as much time as he dared,to close the drawing-room door; he wanted to/listen to what was going on downstairs. Sirius +had obviously managed to shut the curtains *over his mothers portrait because she had +stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walking *down the hall, then the clattering of the )chain on the front door, and then a deep .voice he recognised as Kingsley Shacklebolt's 1saying, 'Hestia's just relieved me, so she's got .Moody's Cloak now, thought I'd leave a report 1for Dumbledore . . .' Feeling Mrs Weasley's eyes +on the back of his head, Harry regretfully *closed the drawing-room door and rejoined ,the Doxy party. Mrs Weasley was bending over'to check the page on Doxys in Gilderoy +Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests, which -was lying open on the sofa. 'Right, you lot, +you need to be careful, because Doxys bite 0and their teeth are poisonous. I've got a bottle.of antidote here, but I'd rather nobody needed-it.' She straightened up, positioned herself &squarely in front of the curtains and +beckoned them all forward. 'When I say the -word, start spraying immediately,' she said. 0They'll come flying out at us, I expect, but it (says on the sprays one good squirt will .paralyse them. When they're immobilized, just (throw them in this bucket.' She stepped 0carefully out of their line of fire, and raised /her own spray. 'All right - squirt!' Harry had (been spraying only a few seconds when a .fully-grown Doxy came soaring out of a fold in0the material, shiny beetle-like wings whirring, .tiny needle-sharp teeth bared, its fairy-like +body covered with thick black hair and its *four tiny fists clenched with fury. Harry +caught it full in the face with a blast of .Doxycide. It froze in midair and fell, with a /surprisingly loud thunk, on to the worn carpet .below. Harry picked it up and threw it in the -bucket. 'Fred, what are you doing?' said Mrs )Weasley sharply. 'Spray that at once and -throw it away!' Harry looked round. Fred was &holding a struggling Doxy between his +forefinger and thumb. 'Right-o,' Fred said /brightly, spraying the Doxy quickly in the face'so that it fainted, but the moment Mrs )Weasley's back was turned he pocketed it )with a wink. 'We want to experiment with (Doxy venom for our Skiving Snackboxes,' +George told Harry under his breath. Deftly *spraying two Doxys at once as they soared -straight for his nose, Harry moved closer to -George and muttered out of the corner of his -mouth, 'What are Skiving Snackboxes?' 'Range .of sweets to make you ill,' George whispered, *keeping a wary eye on Mrs Weasley's back. 1'Not seriously ill, mind, just ill enough to get /you out of a class when you feel like it. Fred -and I have been developing them this summer. -They're double-ended, colour-coded chews. If &you eat the orange half of the Puking ,Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been /rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing,,you swallow the purple half - ' ' " - which .restores you to full fitness, enabling you to .pursue the leisure activity of your own choice)during an hour that would otherwise have -been devoted to unprofitable boredom." That's,what we're putting in the adverts, anyway,' *whispered Fred, who had edged over out of )Mrs Weasley's line of vision and was now *sweeping a few stray Doxys from the floor /and adding them to his pocket. 'But they still -need a bit of work. At the moment our testers%are having a bit of trouble stopping -themselves puking long enough to swallow the 1purple end.' Testers?' 'Us,' said Fred. 'We take /it in turns. George did the Fainting Fancies - ,we both tried the Nosebleed Nougat - ' 'Mum /thought we'd been duelling,' said George. 'Joke&shop still on, then?' Harry muttered, -pretending to be adjusting the nozzle on his -spray. 'Well, we haven't had a chance to get -premises yet,' said Fred, dropping his voice *even lower as Mrs Weasley mopped her brow .with her scarf before returning to the attack,0'so we're running it as a mail-order service at )the moment. We put advertisements in the .Daily Prophet last week.' 'All thanks to you, /mate,' said George. 'But don't worry . . . Mum ,hasn't got a clue. She won't read the Daily ,Prophet any more, 'cause of it telling lies -about you and Dumbledore.' Harry grinned. He )had forced the Weasley twins to take the ,thousand Galleons prize money he had won in .the Triwizard Tournament to help them realise +their ambition to open a joke shop, but he (was still glad to know that his part in *furthering their plans was unknown to Mrs .Weasley. She did not think running a joke shop.was a suitable career for two of her sons. The,de-Doxying of the curtains took most of the ,morning. It was past midday when Mrs Weasley/finally removed her protective scarf, sank into-a sagging armchair and sprang up again with a.cry of disgust, having sat on the bag of dead +rats. The curtains were no longer buzzing; +they hung limp and damp from the intensive *spraying. At the foot of them unconscious )Doxys lay crammed in the bucket beside a #bowl of their black eggs, at which +Crook-shanks was now sniffing and Fred and .George were shooting covetous looks. 'I think -we'll tackle (hose after lunch.' Mrs Weasley ,pointed at the dusty glass-fronted cabinets ,standing on either side of the mantelpiece. )They were crammed with an odd assortment *of objects: a selection of rusty daggers, 'claws, a coiled snakeskin, a number of /tarnished silver boxes inscribed with languages/Harry could lot understand and, least pleasant .of all, an ornate crystal bottle with a large .opal set into the stopper, full of what Harry /was quite sure was blood. The clanging doorbell+rang again. Everyone looked at Mrs Weasley /'Stay here,' she said firmly, snatching up the ,bag of rats as Mrs Blacks screeches started .up again from down below. 'I'll bring up some ,sandwiches.' She left the room, closing the -door carefully behind her. At once, everyone *dashed over to the window to look down on +the doorstep. They could see the top of an #unkempt gingery head and a suck of .precariously balanced cauldrons. 'Mundungus!' ,said Hermione. 'What's he brought all those -cauldrons for?' 'Probably looking for a safe -place to keep them,' said Harry. 'Isn't that +what he was doing the night he was supposed/to be tailing me? Picking up dodgy cauldrons?' .'Yeah, you're right!' said Fred, as the front ,door opened; Mundungus heaved his cauldrons /through it and disappeared from view. 'Blimey, )Mum won't like that . . .' He and George )crossed to the door and stood beside it, -listening closely. Mrs Black's screaming had -stopped. 'Mundungus is talking to Sirius and (Kingsley,' Fred muttered, frowning with 0concentration. 'Can't hear properly . . . d'you )reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears?' 1'Might be worth it,' said George. 'I could sneak 0upstairs and get a pair - ' But at that precise ,moment there was an explosion of sound from )downstairs that rendered Extendable Ears *quite unnecessary. All of them could hear ,exactly what Mrs Weasley was shouting at the(top of her voice. 'WE ARE NOT RUNNING A +HIDEOUT FOR STOLEN GOODS!' 'I love hearing *Mum shouting at someone else,' said Fred, )with a satisfied smile on his face as he +opened the door an inch or so to allow Mrs -Weasley's voice to permeate the room better, -'it makes such a nice change.' ' - COMPLETELY*IRRESPONSIBLE, AS IF WE HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH$TO WORRY ABOUT WITHOUT YOU DRAGGING (STOLEN CAULDRONS INTO THE HOUSE - ' The 2idiots are letting her get into her stride,' said .George, shaking his head. 'You've got to head -her off early otherwise she builds up a head *of steam and goes on for hours. And she's *been dying to have a go at Mundungus ever *since he sneaked off when he was supposed ,to be following you, Harry - and there goes -Sirius's mum again.' Mrs Weasley's voice was -lost amid fresh shrieks and screams from the /portraits in the hall. George made to shut the -door to drown the noise, but before he could (do so, a house-elf edged into the room. 0Except for the filthy rag tied like a loincloth /around its middle, it was completely naked. It /looked very old. Its skin seemed to be several -times too big for it and, though it was bald .like all house-elves, there was a quantity of -white hair growing out of its large, batlike +ears. Its eyes were a bloodshot and watery .grey and its fleshy nose was large and rather 0snoutlike. The elf took absolutely no notice of .Harry and the rest. Acting as though it could -not see them, it shuffled hunchbacked, slowly)and doggedly, towards the far end of the /room, all the while muttering under its breath 2in a hoarse, deep voice like a bullfrog's. '. . . 0smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but .she's no better, nasty old blood traitor with .her brats messing up my mistress's house, oh, +my poor mistress, if she knew, if she knew *the scum they've let into her house, what -would she say to old Kreacher, oh, the shame -of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors ,and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he 4do . . .' 'Hello, Kreacher,' said Fred very loudly, ,closing the door with a snap. The house-elf ,froze in his tracks, stopped muttering, and gave a very pronounced and very .unconvincing start of surprise. 'Kreacher did .not see young master,' he said, turning around0and bowing to Fred. Still lacing the carpet, he 0added, perfectly audibly, 'Nasty little brat of 5a blood traitor it is.' 'Sorry?' said George. 'Didn't/catch that last bit.' 'Kreacher said nothing,' +said the elf, with a second box to George, ,adding in a clear undertone, 'and there its /twin, unnataral little beasts they are.' Harry -didn't know whether to laugh or not. The elf /straightened up, eyeing them all malevolently, -and apparently convinced that they could not /hear him as he continued to mutter. '. . . and -there's the Mudblood, standing there bold as -brass, oh if my mistress knew, oh, how she'd -cry, and there's a new boy, Kreacher doesn't &know his name. What is he doing here? ,Kreacher doesn't know . . ." This is Harry, -Kreacher,' said Hermione tentatively. 'Harry -Potter.' Kreacher's pale eyes widened and he .muttered faster and more furiously than ever. -The Mudblood is talking to Kreacher as though-she is my friend, if Kreacher's mistress saw ,him in such company, oh, what would she say .- ' 'Don't call her a Mudblood!' said Ron and *Ginny together, very angrily. 'It doesn't .matter,' Hermione whispered, 'he's not in his *tight mind, he doesn't know what he's - ' ('Don't kid yourself, Hermione, he knows -exactly what he's saying,' said Fred, eyeing 0Kreacher with great dislike. Kreacher was still 1muttering, his eyes on Harry. 'Is it true? Is it ,Harry Potter? Kreacher can see the scar, it -must be true, that's the boy who stopped the .Dark Lord, Kreacher wonders how he did it - ' .'Don't we all, Kreacher,' said Fred. 'What do ,you want, anyway?' George asked. Kreacher's -huge eyes darted towards George. 'Kreacher is0cleaning,' he said evasively. 'A likely story,' +said a voice behind Harry. Sirius had come +back; he was glowering at the elf from the +doorway. The noise in the hall had abated; &perhaps Mrs Weasley and Mundungus had ,moved their argument down into the kitchen. /At the sight of Sirius, Kreacher flung himself /into a ridiculously low bow that flattened his 1snoutlike nose on the floor. 'Stand up straight,'/said Sirius impatiently. 'Now, what are you up /to?' 'Kreacher is cleaning,' the elf repeated. ,'Kreacher lives to serve lie Noble House of /Black - ' 'And it's getting blacker every day, 4it's filthy,' said Sirius. 'Master always liked his /little joke,' said Kreacher, bowing again, and *continuing in an undertone, 'Master was a -nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mother's*heart - ' 'My mother didn't have a heart, -Kreacher,' snapped Sirius. 'She kept herself /alive out of pure spite.' Kreacher bowed again (as he spoke. 'Whatever Master says,' he /muttered furiously. 'Master is not fit to wipe +slime from his mother's boots, oh, my poor (mistress, what would she say if she saw )Kreacher serving him, how she hated him, .what a disappointment he was - ' 'I asked you 1what you were up to,' said Sirius coldly. 'Every ,time you show up pretending to be cleaning, +you sneak something off to your room so we +can't throw it out.' 'Kreacher would never 'move anything from its proper place in -Master's house,' said the elf, then muttered )very fast, 'Mistress would never forgive )Kreacher if the tapestry was thrown out, )seven centuries it's been in the family, -Kreacher must save it, Kreacher will not let ,Master and the blood traitors and the brats 2destroy it - ' 'I thought it might be that,' said )Sirius, casting a disdainful look at the (opposite wall. 'She'll have put another .Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of it, I *don't doubt, but if I can get rid of it I +certainly will. Now go away, Kreacher.' It ,seemed that Kreacher did not dare disobey a -direct order; nevertheless, the look he gave /Sirius as he shuffled out past him was full of -deepest loathing and he muttered all the way ,out of the room. ' - comes back from Azkaban&ordering Kreacher around, oh, my poor ,mistress, what would she say if she saw the ,house now, scum living in it, her treasures ,thrown out, she swore he was no son of hers .and he's back, they say he's a murderer too - 2' 'Keep muttering and I will be a murderer!' said 0Sirius irritably as he slammed the door shut on /the elf. 'Sirius, he's not right in the head,' 0Hermione pleaded, 'I don't think he realises we 0can hear him.' 'He's been alone too long,' said +Sirius, 'taking mad orders from my mothers ,portrait and talking to himself, but he was 0always a foul little - ' 'If you could just set /him free,' said Hermione hopefully, 'maybe - ' *'We can't set him free, he knows too much *about the Order; said Sirius curtly. 'And -anyway, the shock would kill him. You suggest-to him that he leaves this house, see how he ,takes it.' Sirius walked across the room to ,where the tapestry Kreacher had been trying .to protect hung the length of the wall. Harry -and the others followed. The tapestry looked *immensely old; it was laded and looked as &though Doxys had gnawed it in places. .Nevertheless, the golden thread with which it .was embroidered still glinted brightly enough ,to show them a sprawling family tree dating 0back (as far as Harry could tell) to the Middle )Ages. Large words at the very top of the tapestry read: , The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black Toujours pur' * 'You're not on here!' said Harry, after ,scanning the bottom of the tree closely. 'I .used to be there,' said Sirius, pointing at a ,small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, ,rather like a cigarette burn. 'My sweet old ,mother blasted me off after I ran away from -home - Kreacher's quite fond of muttering the,story under his breath.' 'You ran away from 0home?' 'When I was about sixteen,' said Sirius. ,'I'd had enough.' 'Where did you go?' asked 0Harry, staring at him. 'Your dad's place,' said ,Sirius. 'Your grandparents were really good -about it; they sort of adopted me as a second,son. Yeah, I camped out at your dads in the ,school holidays, and when I was seventeen I ,got a place of my own. My Uncle Alphard had .left me a decent bit of gold - he's been wiped-off here, too, that's probably why - anyway, /after that I looked after myself. I was always )welcome at Mr and Mrs Potters for Sunday /lunch, though.' 'But . . . why did you . . .?' ,'Leave?' Sirius smiled bitterly and ran his (fingers through his long, unkempt hair. +'Because I hated the whole lot of them: my &parents, with their pure-blood mania, &convinced that to be a Black made you /practically royal . . . my idiot brother, soft 1enough to believe them . . . that's him.' Sirius *jabbed a finger at the very bottom of the -tree, at the name 'Regulus Black'. A date of /death (some fifteen years previously) followed -the date of birth. 'He was younger than me,' .said Sirius, 'and a much better son, as I was 1constantly reminded.' 'But he died,' said Harry. 3'Yeah,' said Sirius. 'Stupid idiot . . . he joined /the Death Eaters.' 'You're kidding!' 'Come on, -Harry, haven't you seen enough of this house .to tell what kind of wizards my family were?' /said Sirius testily. 'Were - were your parents 0Death Eaters as well?' 'No, no, but believe me, +they thought Voldemort had the right idea, *they were all for the purification of the ,wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns 'and having pure-bloods in charge. They .weren't alone, either, there were quite a few )people, before Voldemort showed his true +colours, who thought he had the right idea /about things . . . they got cold feet when they&saw what he was prepared to do to get ,power, though. But I bet my parents thought /Regulus was a right little hero for joining up .at first.' 'Was he killed by an Auror?' Harry 2asked tentatively. 'Oh, no,' said Sirius. 'No, he ,was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort's.orders, more likely; I doubt Regulus was ever .important enough to be killed by Voldemort in -person. From what I found out after he died, +he got in so far, then panicked about what ,he: was being asked to do and tried to back 'out. Well, you don't just hand in your -resignation to Voldemort. It's a lifetime of /service or death.' 'Lunch,' said Mrs Weasley's .voice. She was holding her wand high in front *of her, balancing a huge tray loaded with -sandwiches and cake on its tip. She was very ,red in the face and still looked angry. The )others moved over to her, eager for some .food, but Harry remained with Sirius, who had /bent closer to the tapestry. 'I haven't looked 2at this for years. There's Phineas Nigellu; . . . -my great-great-grandfather, see? . . . least .popular Headmaster Hogwarts ever had . . . and3Araminta Meliflua . . . cousin of my mother's . . ./tried to force through a Ministry Bill to make )Muggle-hunting legal . . . and dear Aunt 2Elladora . . . she started the family tradition of,beheading house-elves when they got too old 0to carry tea trays . . . of course, any time the+family produced someone halfway decent they*were disowned. I see Tonks isn't on here. ,Maybe that's why Kreacher won't take orders (from her - he's supposed to do whatever +anyone in the family asks him - ' 'You and 0Tonks are related?' Harry asked, surprised. 'Oh,+yeah, her mother Andromeda was my favourite-COL sin, said Sirius, examining the tapestry .closely. 'No, Andromeda's not on here either, /look - ' He pointed to another small round burn&mark between two names, Bellatrix and .Narcissa. 'Andromeda's sisters are still here &because they made lovely, respectable ,pure-blood marriages, but Andromeda married .a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks, so - ' Sirius mimed -blasting the tapestry with a wand and laughed.sourly. Harry, however, did not laugh; he was .too busy staring at the names to the right of -Andromeda's burn mark. A double line of gold -embroidery linked Narcissa Black with Lucius ,Malfoy and a single vertical gold line from +their names led to the name Draco. 'You're )related to the Malfoy's!' The pure-blood 0families are all interrelated, said Sirius. 'If 'you're only going to let your sons and *daughters marry pure-bloods our choice is /very limited; there are hardly any of us left. (Molly and I are cousins by marriage and -Arthur's something like my second cousin once/removed. But there's no point looking for then *on here - if ever a family was a bunch of /blood traitors it's the Weaseys.' But Harry was'now looking at the name to the left of -Andromeda's burn: Bellatrix Black, which was (connected by a double line to Rodolphus 2Lestrange. 'Lestrange . . .' Harry said aloud. The-name had stirred something in his memory; he +knew it from somewhere, but for a moment he,couldn't think where, though it gave him an *odd, creeping sensation in the pit of his +stomach. 'They're in Azkaban,' said Sirius 2shortly. Harry looked at him curiously. 'Bellatrix,and her husband Rodolphus came in with Barty0Crouch junior,' said Sirius, in the same brusque-voice. 'Rodolphuss brother Rabastan was with *them, too.' Then Harry remembered. He had -seen Bellatrix Lestrange inside Dumbledore's &Pensieve, the strange device in which .thoughts and memories could be stored: a tall +dark woman with heavy-lidded eyes, who had &stood at her trial and proclaimed her -continuing allegiance to Lord Voldemort, her /pride that she had tried to find him after his +downfall and her conviction that she would *one day be rewarded for her loyalty. 'You /never said she was your - ' 'Does it matter if 1she's my cousin?' snapped Sirius. 'As far as I'm (concerned, they're not my family. She's ,certainly not my family. I haven't seen her )since I was your age, unless you count a *glimpse of her coming into Azkaban. D'you 0think I'm proud of having a relative like her?' 0'Sorry,' said Harry quickly, 'I didn't mean - I /was just surprised, that's all - ' 'It doesn't -matter, don't apologise,' Sirius mumbled. He )turned away from the tapestry, his hands .deep in his pockets. 'I don't like being back +here,' he said, staring across the drawing ,room. 'I never thought I'd be stuck in this .house again.' Harry understood completely. He *knew how he would feel, when he was grown ,up and thought he was free of the place for /ever, to return and live at number four, Privet0Drive. 'It's ideal for Headquarters, of course; +Sirius said. 'My father put every security *measure known to wizardkind on it when he /lived here. It's unplottable, so Muggles could -never come and call - as if they d ever have +wanted to - and now Dumbledore's added his .protection, you'd be hard put to find a safer ,house anywhere. Dumbledore is Secret Keeper *for the Order, you know - nobody can find -Headquarters unless he tells them personally -where it is - that note Moody showed you last.night, that was from Dumbledore . . .' Sirius .gave a short, bark-like laugh. 'If my parents ,could see the use their house was being put .to now . . . well, my mothers portrait should ,give you some idea. He scowled for a moment,2then sighed. 'I wouldn't mind if I could just get /out occasionally and do something useful. I've +asked Dumbledore whether I can escort you, 0to your hearing - as Snuffles, obviously - so I *can give you a bit of moral support, what /d'you think?' Harry felt as though his stomach *had sunk through the dusty carpet. He had )not thought about the hearing once since $dinner the previous evening; in the ,excitement of being back with the people he ,liked best, and hearing everything that was /going on, it had completely flown his mind. At /Sirius's words, however, the crushing sense of -dread returned to him. He stared at Hermione )and the Weasleys, all tucking into their -sandwiches, and thought how he would feel if (they went back to Hogwarts without him. 0'Don't worry,' Sirius said. Harry looked up and 0realised that Sirius had been watching him. 'I'm+sure they'll clear you, there's definitely *something in the International Statute of ,Secrecy about being allowed to use magic to /save your own life.' But if they do expel me,' .said Harry quietly, 'can I come back here and 6live with you?' Sirius smiled sadly. 'We'll see.' 'I'd0feel a lot better about the hearing if I knew I 0didn't have to go back to the Dursleys',' Harry ,pressed him. They must be bad if you prefer 2this place,' said Sirius gloomily. 'Hurry up, you +two, or there won't be any food left,' Mrs ,Weasley called. Sirius heaved another great -sigh, cast a dark look at the tapestry, then ,he and Harry went to join the others. Harry .tried his best not to think about the hearing ,while he emptied the glass-fronted cabinets .that afternoon. Fortunately for him, it was a -job that required a lot of concentration, as )many of the objects in there seemed very /reluctant to leave their dusty shelves. Sirius -sustained a bad bite from a silver snuffbox; -within seconds his bitten hand had developed +an unpleasant crusty covering like a tough .brown glove. 'Its OK,' he said, examining the -hand with interest before tapping it lightly /with his wand and restoring its skin to normal,,'must be Wartcap powder in there.' He threw ,the box aside into the sack where they were .depositing the debris from the cabinets; Harry,saw George wrap his own hand carefully in a +cloth moments later and sneak the box into .his already Doxy-filled pocket. They found an &unpleasant-looking silver instrument, %something like a many-legged pair of .tweezers, which scuttled up Harry's arm like a+spider when he picked it up, and attempted +to puncture his skin. Sirius seized it and &smashed it with a heavy book entitled /Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy. There)was a musical box that emitted a faintly -sinister, tinkling tune when wound, and they -all found themselves becoming curiously weak .and sleepy, until Ginny had the sense to slam .the lid shut; a heavy locket that none of them/could open; a number of ancient seals; and, in .a dusty box, an Order of Merlin, First Class, .that had been awarded to Sirius's grandfather 1for 'services to the Ministry'. 'It means he gave"them a load of gold,' said Sirius +contemptuously throwing the medal into the ,rubbish sack. Several times Kreacher sidled 'into the room and attempted to smuggle +things away under his loincloth, muttering .horrible curses every time they caught him at ,it. When Sirius wrested a large go den ring /bearing the Black crest from his grip, Kreacher/actually burst into furious tears and left the *room sobbing under his breath and calling /Sirius names Harry had never heard before. 'It 0was my father's,' said Sirius, throwing the ring)into the sack. 'Kreacher wasn't quite as ,devoted to him as to my mother, but I still .caught him snogging a pair of my father's old trousers last week.'  * ) Mrs Weasley kept them all working very )hard over the next few days. The drawing 'room took three days to decontaminate. 0Finally, the only undesirable things left in it ,were the tapestry of the Black family tree, /which resisted all their attempts to remove it .from the wall, and the rattling writing desk. +Moody had not dropped by Headquarters yet, .so they could not be sure what was inside it. ,They moved from the drawing room to a dining*room on the ground floor where they found +spiders as large as saucers lurking in the /dresser (Ron left the room hurriedly to make a .cup of tea and did not return for an hour and /a half). The china, which bore the Black crest *and motto, was all thrown unceremoniously .into a sack by Sirius, and the same fate met a+set of old photographs in tarnished silver /frames, all of whose occupants squealed shrilly*as the glass covering them smashed. Snape 0might refer to their work as 'cleaning', but in .Harry's opinion they were really waging war on,the house, which was putting up a very good *fight, aided and abetted by Kreacher. The ,house-elf kept appearing wherever they were )congregated, his muttering becoming more &and more offensive as he attempted to *remove anything he could from the rubbish -sacks. Sirius went as far as to threaten him ,with clothes, but Kreacher fixed him with a *watery stare and said, 'Master must do as (Master wishes,' before turning away and 0muttering very loudly, 'but Master will not turn*Kreacher away, no, because Kreacher knows ,what they are up to, oh yes, he is plotting 'against the Dark Lord, yes, with these /Mudblood and traitors and scum . . .' At which -Sirius, ignoring Hermione's protests, seized *Kreacher by the back of his loincloth and -threw him bodily from the room. The doorbell ,rang several times a day, which was the cue .for Sirius's mother to start shrieking again, +and for Harry and the others to attempt to -eavesdrop on the visitor, though they gleaned(very little from the brief glimpses and +snatches of conversation they were able to *sneak before Mrs Weasley recalled them to -their tasks. Snape flitted in and out of the ,house several times more, though to Harry's +relief they never came face to face; Harry )also caught sight of his Transfiguration +teacher Professor McGonagall, looking very -odd in a Muggle dress and coat, and she also &seemed too busy to linger. Sometimes, ,however, the visitors stayed to help. Tonks )joined them for a memorable afternoon in 'which they found a murderous old ghoul .lurking in an upstairs toilet, and Lupin, who -was staying in the house with Sirius but who /left it for long periods to do mysterious work $for the Order, helped them repair a )grandfather clock that had developed the ,unpleasant habit of shooting heavy bolts at 'passers-by. Mundungus redeemed himself /slightly in Mrs Weasley's eyes by rescuing Ron -from an ancient set of purple robes that had +tried to strangle him when he removed them .from their wardrobe. Despite the fact that he .was still sleeping badly, still having dreams +about corridors and locked doors that made -his scar prickle, Harry was managing to have 0fun for the first time all summer. As long as he'was busy he was happy; when the action )abated, however, whenever he dropped his (guard, or lay exhausted in bed watching -blurred shadows move across the ceiling, the (thought of the looming Ministry hearing 0returned to him. Fear jabbed at his insides like)needles as he wondered what was going to +happen to him if he was expelled. The idea .was so terrible that he did not dare voice it *aloud, not even to Ron and Hermione, who, $though he often saw them whispering *together and casting anxious looks in his /direction, followed his lead in not mentioning (it. Sometimes, he could not prevent his ,imagination showing him a faceless Ministry -official who was snapping his wand in two and0ordering him back to the Dursleys' . . . but he ,would not go. He was determined on that. He ,would come back here to Grimmauld Place and 0live with Sirius. He felt as though a brick had *dropped into his stomach when Mrs Weasley )turned to him during dinner on Wednesday 0evening and said quietly, 'I've ironed your best+clothes for tomorrow morning, Harry, and I +want you to wash your hair tonight, too. A .good first impression can work wonders.' Ron, -Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny all stopped -talking and looked over at him. Harry nodded +and tried to keep eating his chop, but his +mouth had become so dry he could not chew. ''How am I getting there?' he asked Mrs &Weasley, trying to sound unconcerned. -'Arthur's taking you to work with him,' said &Mrs Weasley gently. Mr Weasley smiled .encouragingly at Harry across the table. 'You .can wait in my office until it's time for the 0hearing,' he said. Harry looked over at Sirius, *but before he could ask the question, Mrs $Weasley had answered it. 'Professor .Dumbledore doesn't think it's a good idea for 0Sirius to go with you, and I must say I - ' ' - -think he's quite right,' said Sirius through -clenched teeth. Mrs Weasley pursed her lips. +'When did Dumbledore tell you that?' Harry .said, staring at Sirius. 'He came last night, .when you were in bed,' said Mr Weasley Sirius +stabbed moodily at a potato with his fork. -Harry lowered his own eyes to his plate. The (thought that Dumbledore had been in the -house on the eve of his hearing and not asked/to see him made him feel, if it were possible, even worse.   - CHAPTER SEVEN -  The Ministry of Magic  ) Harry awoke at half past five the next )morning as abruptly and completely as if *somebody had yelled in his ear. For a few +moments he lay immobile as the prospect of +the disciplinary hearing filled every tiny 0particle of his brain, then, unable to bear it, /he leapt out of bed and put on his glasses. Mrs+Weasley had laid out his freshly laundered /jeans and T-shirt at the foot of his bed. Harry.scrambled into them. The blank picture on the .wall sniggered. Ron was lying sprawled on his ,back with his mouth wide open, fast asleep. +He did not stir as Harry crossed the room, -stepped out on to the landing and closed the /door softly behind him. Trying net to think of *the next time he would see Ron, when they &might no longer be fellow students at (Hogwarts, Harry walked quietly down the %stairs, past the heads of Kreacher's -ancestors, and down into the kitchen. He had %expected it to be empty, but when he -reached the door he heard the soft rumble of ,voices on the other side. He pushed it open -and saw Mr and Mrs Weasley, Sirius, Lupin and*Tonks sitting there almost as though they -were waiting for him. All were fully dressed &except Mrs Weasley, who was wearing a /quilted purple dressing gown. She leapt to her ,feet the moment Harry entered. 'Breakfast,' (she said as she pulled out her wand and ,hurried over to the fire. 'M - m - morning, -Harry,' yawned Tonks. Her hair was blonde and4curly this morning. 'Sleep all right?' 'Yeah,' said 3Harry. 'I've b - b - been up all night,' she said, ,with another shuddering yawn. 'Come and sit 0down . . .' She drew out a chair, knocking over /the one beside it ir the process. 'What do you -want, Harry?' Mrs Weasley called. 'Porridge? *Muffins? Kippers? Bacon and eggs? Toast?' /'Just - just toast, thanks,' said Harry. Lupin ,glanced at Harry, then said to Tonks, 'What -were you saying about Scrimgeour?' 'Oh . . . *yeah . . . well, we need to be a bit more *careful, he's been asking Kingsley and me *funny questions . . .' Harry felt vaguely -grateful that he was not required to join in .the conversation. His insides were squirming. )Mrs Weasley placed a couple of pieces of .toast and marmalade in front of him; he tried ,to eat, but it was like chewing carpet. Mrs 'Weasley sat down on his other side and -started fussing with his T-shirt, tucking in (the label and smoothing out the creases 1across his shoulders. He wished she wouldn't. '. 0. . and I'll have to tell Dumbledore I can't do *night duty tomorrow, I'm just t - t - too 2tired,' Tonks finished, yawning hugely again. 'Ill/cover for you,' said Mr Weasley. 'I'm OK, I've ,got a report to finish anyway Mr Weasley was)not wearing wizards' robes but a pair of .pinstriped trousers and an old bomber jacket. ,He turned from Tonks to Harry. 'How are you 4feeling?' Harry shrugged. 'It'll all be over soon,' 0Mr Weasley said bracingly. 'In a few hours' time,you'll be cleared.' Harry said nothing. The 0hearings on my floor, in Amelia Bones's office. ,She's Head of the Department of Magical Law #Enforcement, and the one who'll be /questioning you.' 'Amelia Bones is OK, Harry,' 2said Tonks earnestly. 'She's fair, she'll hear you-out.' Harry nodded, still unable to think of 0anything to say. 'Don't lose your temper,' said -Sirius abruptly. 'Be polite and stick to the .facts.' Harry nodded again. The law's on your *side,' said Lupin quietly. 'Even underage $wizards are allowed to use magic in -life-threatening situations.' Something very -cold trickled down the back of Harry's neck; $for a moment he thought someone was -putting a Disillusionment Charm on him, then +he realised that Mrs Weasley was attacking .his hair with a wet comb. She pressed hard on 1the top of his head. 'Doesn't it ever lie flat?' /she said desperately. Harry shook his head. Mr +Weasley checked his watch and looked up at 0Harry. I think we'll go now,' he said. 'We're a /bit early, but I think you 11 be better off at .the Ministry than hanging around here.' 'OK,' -said Harry automatically, dropping his toast /and getting to his feet. 'You'll be all right, ,Harry,' said Tonks, palling him on the arm. 5'Good luck,' said Lupin. 'I'm sure it will be fine.' 4'And if it's not,' said Sirius grimly, 'I'll see to 1Amelia Bones for you . . .' Harry smiled weakly. +Mrs Weasley hugged him. 'We've all got our 1fingers crossed,' she said. 'Right,' said Harry. 0'Well . . . see you later then.' He followed Mr .Weasley upstairs and along the hall. He could +hear Sirius's mother grunting in her sleep -behind her curtains. Mr Weasley unbolted the -door and they stepped out into the cold, grey+dawn. 'You don't normally walk to work, do /you?' Harry asked him, as they set off briskly -around the square. 'No, I usually Apparate,' .said Mr Weasley, 'but obviously you can't, and,I think it's best we arrive in a thoroughly )non-magical fashion . . . makes a better /impression, given what you're being disciplined/for . . .' Mr Weasley kept his hand inside his )jacket as they walked. Harry knew it was 'clenched around his wand. The run-down -streets were al most deserted, but when they ,arrived at the miserable little underground &station they found it already lull of )early-morning commuters. As ever when he ,found himself in close proximity to Muggles -going about their daily business, Mr Weasley (was hard put to contain his enthusiasm. 0'Simply fabulous,' he whispered, indicating the (automatic ticket machines. 'Wonderfully /ingenious.' They're out of order,' said Harry, /pointing at the sign. 'Yes, but even so . . .' )said Mr Weasley, beaming at them fondly. )They bought their tickets instead from a (sleepy-looking guard (Harry handled the ,transaction, as Mr Weasley was not very good*with Muggle money) and five minutes later -they were boarding an underground train that 'rattled them off towards the centre of +London. Mr Weasley kept anxiously checking *and re-checking the Underground Map above 0the windows. 'Four more stops, Harry . . . Three2stops led now . . . Two stops to go, Harry . . .' .They got off at a station in the very heart of+London, and were swept from the train in a (tide of besuited men and women carrying (briefcases. Up the escalator they went, 'through the ticket barrier (Mr Weasley /delighted with the way the stile swallowed his *ticket), and emerged on to a broad street *lined with imposing-looking buildings and 1already full of traffic. 'Where are we?' said Mr ,Weasley blankly, and for one heart-stopping )moment Harry thought they had got off at 'the wrong station despite Mr Weasley's -continual references to the map; but a second3later he said, 'Ah yes . . . this way, Harry,' and 2led him down a side road. 'Sorry,' he said, 'but I,never come by train and it all looks rather *different from a Muggle perspective. As a )matter of fact, I've never even used the -visitors' entrance before.' The further they *walked, the smaller and less imposing the /buildings became, until finally they reached a %street that contained several rather %shabby-looking offices, a pub and an .overflowing skip. Harry had expected a rather -more impressive location for the Ministry of /Magic. 'Here we are,' said Mr Weasley brightly,,pointing at an old red telephone box, which -was missing several panes of glass and stood .before a heavily graffitied wall. 'After you, *Harry.' He opened the telephone-box door. (Harry stepped inside, wondering what on (earth this was about. Mr Weasley folded 0himself in beside Harry and closed the door. It -was a tight fit; Harry was jammed against the'telephone apparatus, which was hanging +crookedly from the wall as though a vandal ,had tried to rip it off. Mr Weasley reached ,past Harry for the receiver. 'Mr Weasley, I .think this might be out of order, too,' Harry +said. 'No, no, I'm sure its fine,' said Mr -Weasley, holding the receiver above his head 5and peering at the dial. 'Let's see . . . six . . .' 1he dialled the number, 'two . . . four . . . and 1another four . . . and another two . . .' As the .dial whirred smoothly back into place, a cool *female voice sounded inside the telephone +box, not from the receiver in Mr Weasley's -hand, but as loudly and plainly as though an +invisible woman were standing right beside )them. 'Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. 1Please state your name and business.' 'Er . . .' .said Mr Weasley, clearly uncertain whether or )not he should talk into the receiver. He ,compromised by holding the mouthpiece to his'ear, 'Arthur Weasley, Misuse of Muggle .Artefacts Office, here to escort Harry Potter,,who has been asked to attend a disciplinary 1hearing . . .' 'Thank you,' said the cool female +voice. 'Visitor, please take the badge and -attach it to the front of your robes.' There (was a click and a rattle, and Harry saw -something slide out of the metal chute where .returned coins usually appeared. He picked it ,up: it was a square silver badge with Harry 1Potter, Disciplinary Hearing on it. He pinned it /to the front of his T-shirt as the female voice/spoke again. 'Visitor to the Ministry, you are +required to submit to a search and present +your wand for registration at the security -desk, which is located at the far end of the (Atrium ' The floor of the telephone box -shuddered. They were sinking slowly into the ,ground. Harry watched apprehensively as the *pavement seemed to rise up past the glass ,windows of the telephone box until darkness +closed over their heads. Then he could see *nothing at all; he could hear only a dull -grinding noise as the telephone box made its *way down through the earth. After about a .minute, though it felt much longer to Harry, a0chink of golden light illuminated his feet and, 0widening, rose up his body, until it hit him in .the face and he had to blink to stop his eyes .watering. 'The Ministry of Magic wishes you a +pleasant day,' said the woman's voice. The ,door of the telephone box sprang open and Mr.Weasley stepped out of it, followed by Harry, 'whose mouth had fallen open. They were 'standing at one end of a very long and 0splendid hall with a highly polished, dark wood 0floor. The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with ,gleaming golden symbols that kept moving and%changing like some enormous heavenly *noticeboard. The wall's on each side were )panelled in shiny dark wood and had many +gilded fireplaces set into them. Every few ,seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from ,one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft -whoosh. On the right-hand side, short queues ,were forming before each fireplace, waiting 'to depart. Halfway down the hall was a ,fountain. A group of golden statues, larger )than life-size, stood in the middle of a )circular pool. Tallest of them all was a ,noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing +straight up in the air. Grouped around him ,were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin 0and a house-elf. The last three were all locking&adoringly up at the witch and wizard. .Glittering jets of water were flying from the &ends of their wands, the point of the ,centaurs a TOW, the tip of the goblin's hat .and each of the house-elf's ears, so that the /tinkling hiss of falling water was added to the*pops and cracks of the Apparators and the ,clatter of footsteps as hundreds of witches 'and wizards, most of whom were wearing ,glum, early-morning looks, strode towards a /set of golden gates at the far end of the hall -'This way,' said Mr Weasley. They joined the &throng, wending their way between the ,Ministry workers, some of whom were carrying.tottering piles of parchment, others battered 0briefcases; still others were reading the Daily -Prophet while they walked. As they passed the-fountain Harry saw silver Sickles and bronze ,Knuts glinting up at him from the bottom of /the pool. A small smudged sign beside it read: $ ALL PROCEEDS FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF %MAGICAL BRETHREN WILL BE GIVEN TO ST *MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES. 1 If I'm not expelled from Hogwarts, I'll put in +ten Galleons, Harry found himself thinking )desperately. 'Over here, Harry,' said Mr ,Weasley, and they stepped out of the stream -of Ministry employees heading for the golden .gates. Seated at a desk to the left, beneath a.sign saying Security, a badly-shaven wizard in%peacock blue robes looked up as they +approached and put down his Daily Prophet. ,'I'm escorting a visitor,' said Mr Weasley, 0gesturing towards Harry. 'Step over here,' said *the wizard in a bored voice. Harry walked ,closer to him and the wizard held up a long /golden rod, thin and flexible as a car aerial, ,and passed it up and down Harry's front and -back. 'Wand,' grunted the security wizard at *Harry, putting down the golden instrument -and holding out his hand. Harry produced his ,wand. The wizard dropped it on to a strange .brass instrument, which looked something like 0a set of scales with only one dish. It began to *vibrate. A narrow strip of parchment came /speeding out of a slit in the base. The wizard *tore this off and read the writing on it. .'Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core, been in 0use four years. That correct?' 'Yes,' said Harry+nervously. 'I keep this,' said the wizard, /impaling the slip of parchment on a small brass/spike. 'You get this back,' he added, thrusting/the wand at Harry. Thank you.' 'Hang on . . .' ,said the wizard slowly. His eyes had darted 0from the silver visitor's badge on Harry's chest+to his forehead. Thank you, Eric,' said Mr *Weasley firmly, and grasping Harry by the +shoulder he steered him away from the desk (and back into the stream of wizards and *witches walking through the golden gates. .Jostled slightly by the crowd, Harry followed -Mr Weasley through the gates into the smaller/hall beyond, where at least twenty lifts stood ,behind wrought golden grilles. Harry and Mr ,Weasley joined the crowd around one of them.-Nearby, stood a big bearded wizard holding a 'large cardboard box which was emitting .rasping noises. 'All right, Arthur?' said the +wizard, nodding at Mr Weasley. What've you .got there, Bob?' asked Mr Weasley, looking at +the box. 'We're not sure,' said the wizard -seriously. 'We thought it was a bog-standard /chicken until it started breathing fire. Looks $like a serious breach of the Ban on +Experimental Breeding to me.' With a great ,jangling and clattering a lift descended in /front of them; the golden grille slid back and +Harry and Mr Weasley stepped into the lift +with the rest of the crowd and Harry found .himself jammed against the back wall. Several (witches and wizards were looking at him *curiously; he stared at his feet to avoid /catching anyone's eye, flattening his fringe as1he did so. The grilles slid shut with a crash and1the lift ascended slowly, chains rattling, while -the same cool female voice Harry had heard in)the telephone box rang out again. 'Level 'Seven, Department of Magical Games and ,Sports, incorporating the British and Irish (Quidditch League Headquarters, Official .Gobstones Club and Ludicrous Patents Office.' )The lift doors opened. Harry glimpsed an .untidy-looking corridor, with various posters ,of Quidditch teams tacked lopsidedly on the /walls. One of the wizards in the lift, who was .carrying an armful of broomsticks, extricated -himself with difficulty and disappeared down )the corridor. The doors closed, the lift 'juddered upwards again and the woman's +voice announced: 'Level Six, Department of .Magical Transportation, incorporating the Floo-Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, ,Portkey Office and Apparation Test Centre.' -Once again the lift doors opened and four or -five witches and wizards got out; at the same,time, several paper aeroplanes swooped into *the lift. Harry stared up at them as they .flapped idly around above his head; they were /a pale violet colour and he could see Ministry )of Magic stamped along the edge of their +wings. 'Just inter-departmental memos,' Mr )Weasley muttered to him. 'We used to use *owls, but the mess was unbelievable . . . .droppings a I over the desks As they clattered+upwards again the memos flapped around the 2lamp swaying from the lift's ceiling. 'Level Five,$Department of International Magical .Co-operation, incorporating the International $Magical Trading Standards Body, the ,International Magical Office of Law and the /International Confederation of Wizards, British*Seats.' When the doors opened, two of the (memos zoomed out with a few more of the ,witches and wizards, but several more memos +zoomed in, so that the light from the lamp -flickered and flashed overhead as they darted+around it. 'Level Four, Department for the -Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, 0incorporating Beast, Being and Spirit Divisions,(Goblin Liaison Office and Pest Advisory 1Bureau. ' 'S'cuse,' said the wizard carrying the ,fire-breathing chicken and he left the lift .pursued by a little flock of memos. The doors &clanged shut yet again. 'Level Three, $Department of Magical Accidents and -Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic ,Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters and +Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee.' Everybody /left the lift on this floor except Mr Weasley, %Harry and a witch who was reading an +extremely long piece of parchment that was +trailing on the floor. The remaining memos .continued to soar around the lamp as the lift 'juddered upwards again, then the doors +opened and the voice made its announcement.&'Level Two, Department of Magical Law +Enforcement, including the Improper Use of %Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and .Wizengamot Administration Services.' 'This is .us, Harry,' said Mr Weasley, and they followed0the witch out of the lift into a corridor lined /with doors. 'My office is on the other side of .the floor.' 'Mr Weasley,' said Harry, as they +passed a window through which sunlight was 0streaming, 'aren't we still underground?' 'Yes, -we are,' said Mr Weasley. Those are enchanted)windows. Magical Maintenance decide what (weather we'll get every day. We had two )months of hurricanes last time they were .angling for a pay rise . . . Just round here, .Harry.' They turned a corner, walked through a)pair of heavy oak doors and emerged in a +cluttered open area divided into cubicles, *which was buzzing with talk and laughter. *Memos were zooming in and out of cubicles /like miniature rockets. A lopsided sign on the *nearest cubicle read: Auror Headquarters. )Harry looked surreptitiously through the (doorways as they passed. The Aurors had ,covered their cubicle walls with everything $From pictures of wanted wizards and -photographs of their families, to posters of -their favourite Quidditch teams and articles ,from the Daily Prophet. A scarlet-robed man /with a ponytail longer than Bill's was sitting +with his boots up on his desk, dictating a /report to his quill. A little further along, a ,witch with a patch over one eye was talking -over the top of her cubicle wall to Kingsley /Shacklebolt. 'Morning, Weasley,' said Kingsley +carelessly, as they drew nearer. I've been (wanting a word with you, have you got a 2second?' 'Yes, if it really is a second,' said Mr ,Weasley, 'I'm in rather a hurry.' They were -talking as though they hardly knew each other-and when Harry opened his mouth to say hello +to Kingsley, Mr We ashy stood on his foot. .They followed Kingsley along the row and into /the very last cubicle. Harry received a slight 'shock; blinking down at him from every /direction was Sirius's face. Newspaper cuttings-and old photographs - even the one of Sirius )being best man at the Potters' wedding - /'papered the walls. The only Sirius-free space /was a map of the world in which little red pins0were glowing like jewels. 'Here,' said Kingsley ,brusquely to Mr Weasley, shoving a sheaf of )parchment into his hand. 'I need as much )information as possible on flying Muggle ,vehicles sighted in the last twelve months. ,We've received information that Black might -still be using his old motorcycle.' Kingsley ,tipped Harry an enormous wink and added, in ,a whisper, 'Give him the magazine, he might -find it interesting.' Then he said in normal .tones, 'And don't take too long, Weasley, the 'delay on that firelegs report held our 0investigation up for a month.' 'If you had read *my report you would know that the term is ,firearms,' said Mr Weasley coolly. 'And I'm .afraid you'll have to wait for information on )motorcycles; we're extremely busy at the /moment.' He dropped his voice and said, 'If you*can get away before seven, Molly's making -meatballs.' He beckoned to Harry and led him /out of Kingsley's cubicle, through a second set+of oak doors, into another passage, turned -left, marched along another corridor, turned -right into a dimly lit and distinctly shabby *corridor, and finally reached a dead end, /where a door on the left stood ajar, revealing *a broom cupboard, and a door on the right .bore a tarnished brass plaque reading: Misuse .of Muggle Artefacts. Mr Weasley's dingy office-seemed to be slightly smaller than the broom +cupboard. Two desks had been crammed inside-it and there was barely space to move around +them because of all the overflowing filing /cabinets lining the walls, on top of which were0tottering piles of files. The little wall space 'available bore witness to Mr Weasley's /obsessions: several posters of cars, including .one of a dismantled engine; two illustrations *of postboxes he seemed to have cut out of 'Muggle children's books; and a diagram .showing how to wire a plug. Sitting on top of ,Mr Weasley's overflowing in-tray was an old "toaster that was hiccoughing in a -disconsolate way and a pair of empty leather +gloves that were twiddling their thumbs. A 'photograph of the Weasley family stood -beside the in-tray. Harry noticed that Percy 'appeared to have walked out of it. 'We 'haven't got a window,' said Mr Weasley -apologetically, taking off his bomber jacket 0and placing it on the back of his chair. 'We've ,asked, but they don't seem to think we need ,one. Have a seat, Harry, doesn't look as if 0Perkins is in yet.' Harry squeezed himself into )the chair behind Perkins's desk while Mr %Weasley riffled through the sheaf of .parchment Kingsley Shacklebolt had given him. /'Ah,' he said, grinning, as he extracted a copy-of a magazine entitled The Quibbler from its 4midst, 'yes . . .' He flicked through it. 'Yes, he's2right, I'm sure Sirius will find that very amusing-- oh dear, what's this now?' A memo had just $zoomed in through the open door and ,fluttered to rest on top of the hiccoughing ,toaster. Mr Weasley unfolded it and read it *aloud. "Third regurgitating public toilet .reported in Bethnal Green, kindly investigate 3immediately." This is getting ridiculous . . .' 'A 1regurgitating toilet?' 'Anti-Muggle pranksters,' ,said Mr Weasley, frowning. 'We had two last ,week, one in Wimbledon, one in Elephant and *Castle. Muggles are pulling the flush and .instead of everything disappearing - well, you-can imagine. The poor things keep calling in .those - pumbles, I think they're called - you +know, the ones who mend pipes and things.' 0'Plumbers?' 'Exactly, yes, but of course they're$flummoxed, f only hope we can catch ,whoever's doing it.' 'Will it be Aurors who -catch them?' 'Oh no, this is too trivial for *Aurors, it'll be the ordinary Magical Law (Enforcement Patrol - ah, Harry, this is .Perkins.' A stooped, timid-looking old wizard ,with fluffy white hair had just entered the %room, panting. 'Oh, Arthur!' he said -desperately, without looking at Harry. Thank +goodness, I didn't know what to do for the /best, whether to wait here for you or not. I've)just sent an owl to your home but you've -obviously missed it - an urgent message came &ten minutes ago - ' 'I know about the 1regurgitating toilet,' said Mr Weasley. 'No, no, 2it's not the toilet, it's the Potter boy's hearing*- they've changed the time and venue - it -starts at eight o'clock now and it's down in .old Courtroom Ten - ' 'Down in old - but they /told me - Merlin's beard!' Mr Weasley looked at-his watch, let out a yelp and leapt from his *chair. 'Quick, Harry, we should have been +there five minutes ago!' Perkins flattened *himself against the filing cabinets as Mr .Weasley left the office at a run, Harry close )on his heels. 'Why have they changed the 0time?' Harry said breathlessly, as they hurtled *past the Auror cubicles; people poked out .their heads and stared as they streaked past. /Harry felt as though he'd felt all his insides 0back at Perkins's desk. 'I've no idea, but thank.goodness we got here so early, if you'd missed)it, it would have been catastrophic!' Mr /Weasley skidded to a halt beside the lifts and .jabbed impatiently at the 'down' button. 'Come+ON!' The lift clattered into view and they )hurried inside. Every time it stopped Mr +Weasley cursed furiously and pummelled the -number nine button. 'Those courtrooms haven't1been used in years,' said Mr Weasley angrily. 'I .can't think why they're doing it down there - -unless - but no - ' A plump witch carrying a (smoking goblet entered the lift at that *moment, and Mr Weasley did not elaborate. -'The Atrium,' said the cool female voice and .the golden grilles slid open, showing Harry a -distant glimpse of the golden statues in the (fountain. The plump witch got out and a +sallow-skinned wizard with a very mournful -face got in. 'Morning, Arthur,' he said in a /sepulchral voice as the lift began to descend. )'Don't often see you down here.' 'Urgent *business, Bode,' said Mr Weasley, who was .bouncing on the balls of his feet and throwing-anxious looks over at Harry. 'Ah, yes,' said 0Bode, surveying Harry unblinkingly. 'Of course.',Harry barely had emotion to spare for Bode, .but his unfaltering gaze did not make him feel%any more comfortable. 'Department of ,Mysteries,' said the cool female voice, and 0left it at that. 'Quick, Harry,' said Mr Weasley.as the lift doors rattled open, and they sped ,up a corridor that was quite different from -those above. The walls were bare; there were +no windows and no doors apart from a plain /black one set at the very end of the corridor. *Harry expected them to go through it, but ,instead Mr Weasley seized him by the arm and,dragged him to the left, where there was an ,opening leading to a flight of steps. 'Down ,here, down here,' panted Mr Weasley, taking +two steps at a time. The lift doesn't even .come down this far . . . why they're doing it /down there I , . .' They reached the bottom of .the steps and ran along yet another corridor, *which bore a great resemblance to the one -that led to Snape's dungeon at Hogwarts, with.rough stone walls and torches in brackets. The)doors they passed here were heavy wooden /ones with iron bolts and keyholes. 'Courtroom .8. . Ten . . . I think . . . we're nearly . . . yes.' Mr +Weasley stumbled to a halt outside a grimy (dark door with an immense iron lock and /slumped against the wall, clutching at a stitch/in his chest. 'Go on,' he panted, pointing his -thumb at the door. 'Get in there.' 'Aren't - -aren't you coming with - ?' 'No, no, I'm not /allowed. Good luck!' Harry's heart was beating -a violent tattoo against his Adams apple. He +swallowed hard, turned the heavy iron door )handle and stepped inside the courtroom.   - CHAPTER EIGHT -  The Hearing  . Harry gasped; he could not help himself. The*large dungeon he had entered was horribly -familiar. He had not only seen it before, he ,had been here before. This was the place he .had visited inside Dumbledore's Pensieve, the *place where he had watched the Lestranges +sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. -The walls were made of dark stone, dimly lit -by torches. Empty benches rose on either side-of him, but ahead, in the highest benches of -all, were many shadowy figures. They had been-talking in low voices, but as the heavy door -swung closed behind Harry an ominous silence (fell. A cold male voice rang across the .courtroom. 'You're late.' 'Sorry,' said Harry 0nervously. 'I - I didn't know the time had been /changed.' 'That is not the Wizengamot's fault,'-said the voice. 'An owl was sent to you this ,morning. Take your seat.' Harry dropped his -gaze to the chair in the centre of the room, -the arms of which were covered in chains. He .had seen those chains spring to life and bind (whoever sat between them. His footsteps ,echoed loudly as he walked across the stone .floor. When he sat gingerly on the edge of the/chair the chains clinked threateningly, but did/not bind him. Feeling rather sick, he looked up)at the people seated at the bench above. /There were about fifty of them, all, as far as *he could see, wearing plum-coloured robes -with an elaborately worked silver 'W' on the ,left-hand side of the chest and all staring (down their noses at him, some with very +austere expressions, others looks of frank /curiosity. In the very middle of the front row -sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic. +Fudge was a portly man who often sported a +lime-green bowler hat, though today he had .dispensed with it; he had dispensed, too, with,the indulgent smile he had once worn when he,spoke to Harry. A broad, square-jawed witch .with very short grey hair sat on Fudges left; -she wore a monocle and looked forbidding. On ,Fudges right was another witch, but she was *sitting so far back on the bench that her -face was in shadow. 'Very well,' said Fudge. .'The accused being present - finally - let us /begin. Are you ready?' he called down the row. ,'Yes, sir,' said an eager voice Harry knew. ,Ron's brother Percy was sitting at the very .end of the front bench. Harry looked at Percy,-expecting some sign of recognition from him, (but none came. Percy's eyes, behind his 'horn-rimmed glasses, were fixed on his 'parchment, a quill poised in his hand. 0'Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August,'.said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Percy began%taking notes at once, 'into offences #committed under the Decree for the +Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery ,and the International Statute of Secrecy by -Harry-James Potter, resident at number four, 'Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. ('Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, -Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head !of the Department of Magical Law +Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior .Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe, ,Percy Ignatius Weasley - ' 'Witness for the &defence, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian ,Dumbledore,' said a quiet voice from behind -Harry, who turned his head so fast he cricked+his neck. Dumbledore was striding serenely +across the room wearing long midnight-blue /robes and a perfectly calm expression. His long0silver beard and hair gleamed in the torchlight -as he drew level with Harry and looked up at ,Fudge through the half-moon spectacles that +rested halfway down his very crooked nose. #The members of the Wizengamot were ,muttering. All eyes were now on Dumbledore. %Some looked annoyed, others slightly ,frightened; two elderly witches in the back -row, however, raised their hands and waved in)welcome. A powerful emotion had risen in ,Harry's chest at the sight of Dumbledore, a ,fortified, hopeful feeling rather like that *which phoenix song gave him. He wanted to +catch Dumbledore's eye, but Dumbledore was .not looking his way; he was continuing to look0up at the obviously flustered Fudge. 'Ah,' said +Fudge, who looked thoroughly disconcerted. ,'Dumbledore. Yes. You - er - got our - er - -message that the time and - er - place of the-hearing had been changed, then?' 'I must have(missed it,' said Dumbledore cheerfully. .'However, due to a lucky mistake I arrived at +the Ministry three hours early, so no harm *done.' 'Yes - well - I suppose we'll need ,another chair - I - Weasley, could you - ?' .'Not to worry, not to worry,' said Dumbledore ,pleasantly; he took out his wand, gave it a ,little flick, and a squashy chintz armchair 'appeared out of nowhere next to Harry. .Dumbledore sat down, out the tips of his long )fingers together and surveyed Fudge over ,them with an expression of polite interest. 'The Wizengamot was still muttering and ,fidgeting restlessly; only when Fudge spoke .again did they settle down. 'Yes,' said Fudge 1again, shuffling his notes. 'Well, then. So. The (charges. Yes.' He extricated a piece of +parchment from the pile before him, took a 'deep breath, and read out, The charges ,against the accused are as follows: That he (did knowingly, deliberately and in full ,awareness of the illegality of his actions, +having received a previous written warning (from the Ministry of Magic on a similar &charge, produce a Patronus Charm in a ,Muggle-inhabited area, in the presence of a #Muggle, on the second of August at &twenty-three minutes past nine, which ,constitutes an offence under Paragraph C of -the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of 'Underage Sorcery, 1875, and also under .Section 13 of the International Confederation *of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy. 'You are +Harry James Potter, of number four, Privet -Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?' Fudge said, %glaring at Harry over the top of his /parchment. 'Yes,' Harry said. 'You received an -official warning from the Ministry for using -illegal magic three years ago, did you not?' .'Yes, but - ' 'And yet you conjured a Patronus,on the night of the second of August?' said 1Fudge. 'Yes,' said Harry, 'but - ' 'Knowing that +you are not permitted to use magic outside &school while you are under the age of ,seventeen?' 'Yes, but - ' 'Knowing that you 0were in an area full of Muggles?' 'Yes, but - ' .'Fully aware that you were in close proximity ,to a Muggle at the time?' 'Yes,' said Harry 0angrily, 'but I only used it because we were - '-The witch with the monocle cut across him in .a booming voice. 'You produced a fully-fledged.Patronus?' 'Yes,' said Harry, 'because - ' 'A -corporeal Patronus?' 'A - what?' said Harry. -'Your Patronus had a clearly defined form? I (mean to say, it was more than vapour or (smoke?' 'Yes,' said Harry, feeling both 0impatient and slightly desperate, 'it's a stag, ,it's always a stag.' 'Always?' boomed Madam ,Bones. 'You have produced a Patronus before 1now?' 'Yes,' said Harry, 'I've been doing it for /over a year.' 'And you are fifteen years old?' 1'Yes, and - ' 'You learned this at school?' 'Yes,,Professor Lupin taught me in my third year, ,because of the - ' 'Impressive,' said Madam -Bones, staring down at him, 'a true Patronus 1at his age . . . very impressive indeed.' Some of(the wizards and witches around her were *muttering again; a few nodded, but others -were frowning and shaking their heads. 'It's +not a question of how impressive the magic 0was,' said Fudge in a testy voice, 'in fact, the.more impressive the worse it is, I would have ,thought, given that the boy did it in plain &view of a Muggle!' Those who had been +frowning now murmured in agreement, but it .was the sight of Percy's sanctimonious little -nod that goaded Harry into speech. 'I did it +because of the Dementors!' he said loudly, ,before anyone could interrupt him again. He -had expected more muttering, but the silence +that fell seemed to be somehow denser than -before. 'Dementors?' said Madam Bones after a,moment, her thick eyebrows rising until her /monocle looked in danger of falling out. 'What *do you mean, boy?' 'I mean there were two +Dementors down that alleyway and they went /for me and my cousin!' 'Ah,' said Fudge again, -smirking unpleasantly as he looked around at +the Wizengamot, as though inviting them to -share the joke. 'Yes. Yes, I thought we'd be ,hearing something like this.' 'Dementors in .Little Whinging?' Madam Bones said, in a tone 2of great surprise. 'I don't understand - ' 'Don't 2you, Amelia?' said Fudge, still smirking. 'Let me +explain. He's been thinking it through and )decided Dementors would make a very nice -little cover story very nice indeed. Muggles +can't see Dementors, can they, boy? Highly 1convenient, highly convenient . . . so it's just 3your word and no witnesses . . .' 'I'm not lying!' ,said Harry loudly, over another outbreak of ,muttering from the court. There were two of -them, coming from opposite ends of the alley ,everything went dark and cold and my cousin /felt them and ran for it - ' 'Enough, enough!' -said Fudge, with a very supercilious look on 0his face. 'I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure -would have been a very well-rehearsed story -%' Dumbledore cleared his throat. The /Wizengamot fell silent again. 'We do, in fact, ,have a witness to the presence of Dementors /in that alleyway,' he said, 'other than Dudley .Dursley, I mean.' Fudges plump face seemed to ,slacken, as though somebody had let air out *of it. He stared down at Dumbledore for a +moment or two, then, with the appearance of/a man pulling himself back together, said, 'We #haven't got time to listen to more 1tarradiddles, I'm afraid, Dumbledore. I want this.dealt with quickly - ' 'I may be wrong,' said +Dumbledore pleasantly, 'but I am sure that ,under the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the +accused has the right to present witnesses .for his or her case? Isn't that the policy of +the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, +Madam Bones?' he continued, addressing the )witch in the monocle. 'True,' said Madam .Bones. 'Perfectly true.' 'Oh, very well, very 1well,' snapped Fudge. 'Where is this person?' 'I .brought her with me,' said Dumbledore. 'She's +just outside the door. Should I - ?' 'No - ,Weasley, you go,' Fudge barked at Percy, who)got up at once, ran down the stone steps *from the judge's balcony and hurried past )Dumbledore and Harry without glancing at &them. A moment later, Percy returned, ,followed by Mrs Figg. She looked scared and +more batty than ever. Harry wished she had .thought to change out of her carpet slippers. *Dumbledore stood up and gave Mrs Figg his 1chair, conjuring a second one for himself. 'Full ,name?' said Fudge loudly, when Mrs Figg had -perched herself nervously on the very edge of0her seat. 'Arabella Doreen Figg,' said Mrs Figg +in her quavery voice. 'And who exactly are -you?' said Fudge, in a bored and lofty voice -'I'm a resident of Little Whinging, close to .where Harry Potter lives,' said Mrs Figg. 'We -have no record of any witch or wizard living .in Little Whinging, other than Harry Potter,' -said Madam Bones at once 'That situation has 0always been closely monitored, given . . . given0past events.' 'I'm a Squib,' said Mrs Figg. 'So -you wouldn't have me registered, would you?' /'A Squib, eh?' said Fudge, eyeing her closely. 1'We'll be checking that. You'll leave details of *your parentage with my assistant Weasley. ,Incidentally, can Squibs see Dementors?' he /added, looking left and right along the bench. /"Yes, we can!' said Mrs Figg indignantly. Fudge.looked back down at her, his eyebrows raised. ,'Very well,' he said aloofly. 'What is your -story?' 'I had gone out to buy cat food from -the corner shop at the end of Wisteria Walk, -around about nine o'clock, on the evening of +the second of August,' gabbled Mrs Figg at ,once, as though she had learned what she was-saying by heart, 'when I heard a disturbance +down the alleyway between Magnolia Crescent,and Wisteria Walk. On approaching the mouth ,of the alleyway I saw Dementors running - ' %'Running?' said Madam Bones sharply. 1'Dementors don't run, they glide.' 'That's what I.meant to say,' said Mrs Figg quickly, patches *of pink appearing in her withered cheeks. -'Gliding along the alley towards what looked 0like two boys.' 'What did they look like?' said ,Madam Bones, narrowing her eyes so that the )edge of the monocle disappeared into her /flesh. 'Well, one was very large and the other +one rather skinny - ' 'No, no,' said Madam 0Bones impatiently. 'The Dementors . . . describe+them.' 'Oh,' said Mrs Figg, the pink flush -creeping up her neck now. They were big. Big *and wearing cloaks. Harry felt a horrible ,sinking in the pit of his stomach. Whatever )Mrs Figg might say, it sounded to him as (though the most she had ever seen was a +picture of a Dementor, and a picture could ,never convey the truth of what these beings -were like: the eerie way they moved, hovering/inches over the ground; or the rotting smell of/them; or that terrible rattling noise they made/as they sucked on the surrounding air . . . In ,the second row, a dumpy wizard with a large +black moustache leaned close to whisper in *the ear of his neighbour, a frizzy-haired (witch. She smirked and nodded. 'Big and -wearing cloaks,' repeated Madam Bones coolly,1while Fudge snorted derisively. 'I see. Anything +else?' 'Yes,' said Mrs Figg. 'I felt them. *Everything went cold, and this was a very 0warm summer's night, mark you. And I felt . . . *as though all happiness had gone from the 3world . . . and I remembered . . . dreadful things /. . .' Her voice shook and died. Madam Bones's +eyes widened slightly. Harry could see red *marks under her eyebrow where the monocle .had dug into it. 'What did the Dementors do?' .she asked, and Harry felt a rush of hope. They-went for the boys,' said Mrs Figg, her voice *stronger and more confident now, the pink -flush ebbing away from her face. 'One of them.had fallen. The other was backing away, trying*to repel the Dementor. That was Harry. He -tried twice and produced only silver vapour. $On the third attempt, he produced a 'Patronus, which charged down the first +Dementor and then, with his encouragement, ,chased the second one away from his cousin. 0And that . . . that is what happened,' Mrs Figg 'finished, somewhat lamely. Madam Bones .looked down at Mrs Figg in silence. Fudge was .not looking at her at all, but fidgeting with 1his papers. Finally, he raised his eyes and said,-rather aggressively, That's what you saw, is /it?' That is what happened,' Mrs Figg repeated.0'Very well,' said Fudge. 'You may go.' Mrs Figg %cast a frightened look from Fudge to )Dumbledore, then got up and shuffled off +towards the door. Harry heard it thud shut -behind her. 'Not a very convincing witness,' -said Fudge loftily. 'Oh, I don't know,' said (Madam Bones, in her booming voice. 'She -certainly described the effects of a Dementor,attack very accurately. And I can't imagine *why she would say they were there if they *weren't.' 'But Dementors wandering into a )Muggle suburb and just happening to come -across a wizard?' snorted Fudge. The odds on *that must be very, very long. Even Bagman 0wouldn't have bet - ' 'Oh, I don't think any of 'us believe the Dementors were there by +coincidence,' said Dumbledore lightly. The .witch sitting to the right of Fudge, with her -face in shade w, moved slightly but everyone .else was quite still and silent. 'And what is /that supposed to mean?' Fudge asked icily. 'It -means that I think they were ordered there,' *said Dumbledore. 'I think we might have a .record of it if someone had ordered a pair of )Dementors to go strolling through Little .Whinging!' barked Fudge. 'Not if the Dementors*are taking orders from someone other than (the Ministry of Magic these days,' said -Dumbledore calmly. 'I have already given you /my views on this matter, Cornelius.' 'Yes, you -have,' said Fudge forcefully, 'and I have no &reason to believe that your views are +anything other than bilge, Dumbledore. The -Dementors remain in place in Azkaban and are .doing everything we ask them to.' Then,' said .Dumbledore, quietly but clearly, 'we must ask +ourselves why somebody within the Ministry .ordered a pair of Dementors into that alleyway*on the second of August.' In the complete ,silence that greeted these words, the witch .to the right of Fudge leaned forwards so that -Harry saw her for the first time. He thought 0she looked just like a large, pale toad. She was+rather squat with a broad, flabby face, as -little neck as Uncle Vernon and a very wide, ,slack mouth. Her eyes were large, round and /slightly bulging. Even the little black velvet .bow perched on top of her short curly hair put,him in mind of a large fly she was about to )catch on a long sticky tongue. The Chair )recognises Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior -Undersecretary to the Minister,' said Fudge. (The witch spoke in a fluttery, girlish, -high-pitched voice that took Harry aback; he -had been expecting a croak. 'I'm sure I must "have misunderstood you, Professor /Dumbledore,' she said, with a simper that felt 2her big, round eyes as cold as ever. 'So silly of *me. But it sounded for a teensy moment as -though you were suggesting that the Ministry -of Magic had ordered an attack on this boy!' -She gave a silvery laugh that made the hairs ,on the back of Harry's neck stand up. A few (other members of the Wizengamot laughed .with her. It could not have been plainer that -not one of them was really amused. 'If it is *true that the Dementors are taking orders 0only from the Ministry of Magic, and it is also +true that two Dementors attacked Harry and 0his cousin a week ago, then it follows logically)that somebody at the Ministry might have 0ordered the attacks,' said Dumbledore politely. +'Of course, these particular Dementors may .have been outside Ministry control - ' 'There +are no Dementors outside Ministry control! )snapped Fudge, who had turned brick red. .Dumbledore inclined his head in a little bow. .'Then undoubtedly the Ministry will be making .a full inquiry into why two Dementors were so +very far from Azkaban and why they attacked.without authorisation.' 'It is not for you to *decide what the Ministry of Magic does or ,does not do, Dumbledore!' snapped Fudge, now)a shade of magenta of which Uncle Vernon -would have been proud. 'Of course it isn't,' 0said Dumbledore mildly. 'I was merely expressing+my confidence that this matter will not go ,uninvestigated.' He glanced at Madam Bones, +who readjusted her monocle and stared back +at him, frowning slightly. 'I would remind &everybody that the behaviour of these -Dementors, if indeed they are not figments of.this boy's imagination, is not the subject of +this hearing!' said Fudge. 'We are here to *examine Harry Potter's offences under the )Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of ,Underage Sorcery!' 'Of course we are,' said -Dumbledore, 'but the presence of Dementors in/that alleyway is highly relevant. Clause Seven ,of the Decree states that magic may be used -before Muggles in exceptional circumstances, 'and as those exceptional circumstances .include situations which threaten the life of ,the wizard or witch him- or herself, or any +witches, wizards or Muggles present at the -time of the - ' 'We are familiar with Clause ,Seven, thank you very much!' snarled Fudge. %'Of course you are,' said Dumbledore +courteously. Then we are in agreement that +Harry's use of the Patronus Charm in these /circumstances falls precisely into the category(of exceptional circumstances the clause .describes?' 'If there were Dementors, which I #doubt.' 'You have heard it from an -eyewitness,' Dumbledore interrupted. 'If you -still doubt her truthfulness, call her back, ,question her again. I am sure she would not -object.' 'I - that - not -' blustered Fudge, /fiddling with the papers before him. 'It's - I -want this over with today, Dumbledore!' 'But -naturally, you would not care how many times -you heard from a witness, if the alternative ,was a serious miscarriage of justice,' said 0Dumbledore. 'Serious miscarriage, my hat!' said .Fudge at the top of his voice. 'Have you ever !bothered to tot up the number of ,cock-and-bull stories this boy has come out /with, Dumbledore, while trying to cover up his *flagrant misuse of magic out of school? I ,suppose you've forgotten the Hover Charm he -used three years ago - ' 'That wasn't me, it /was a house-elf!' said Harry. 'YOU SEE?' roared)Fudge, gesturing flamboyantly in Harry's 1direction. 'A house-elf! In a Muggle house! I ask0you.' The house-elf in question is currently in %the employ of Hogwarts School,' said )Dumbledore. 'I can summon him here in an 1instant to give evidence if you wish.' 'I - not --I haven't got time to listen to house-elves! -Anyway, that's not the only - he blew up his -aunt, for Gods sake!' Fudge shouted, banging .his fist on the judge's bench and upsetting a ,bottle of ink. 'And you very kindly did not -press charges on that occasion, accepting, I +presume, that even the best wizards cannot %always control their emotions,' said )Dumbledore calmly, as Fudge attempted to 0scrub the ink off his notes. 'And I haven't even/started on what he gets up to at school.' 'But,+as the Ministry has no authority to punish 'Hogwarts students for misdemeanours at /school, Harry's behaviour there is not relevant/to this hearing,' said Dumbledore, as politely &as ever, but now with a suggestion of .coolness behind his words. 'Oho!' said Fudge. .'Not our business what he does at school, eh? -You think so?' The Ministry does not have the-power to expel Hogwarts students, Cornelius, -as I reminded you on the night of the second /of August,' said Dumbledore. 'Nor does it have ,the right to confiscate wands until charges +have been successfully proven; again, as I +reminded you on the night of the second of .August, in your admirable haste to ensure that/the law is upheld, you appear, inadvertently I 'am sure, to have overlooked a few laws -yourself.' 'Laws can be changed,' said Fudge %savagely. 'Of course they can,' said )Dumbledore, inclining his head. 'And you *certainly seem to be making many changes, .Cornelius. Why, in the few short weeks since I*was asked to leave the Wizengamot, it has +already become the practice to hold a full /criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of ,underage magic!' A few of the wizards above +them shifted uncomfortably in their seats. .Fudge turned a slightly deeper shade of puce. *The toadlike witch on his right, however, +merely gazed at Dumbledore, her face quite (expressionless. 'As far as I am aware,' .Dumbledore continued, 'there is no law yet in .place that says this court's job is to punish )Harry for every bit of magic he has ever &performed. He has been charged with a *specific offence and he has presented his -defence. All he and I can do now is to await -your verdict.' Dumbledore put his fingertips -together again and said no more. Fudge glared*at him, evidently incensed. Harry glanced -sideways at Dumbledore, seeking reassurance; +he was not at all sure that Dumbledore was ,right in telling the Wizengamot, in effect, -that it was about time they made a decision. ,Again, however, Dumbledore seemed oblivious (to Harry's attempt to catch his eye. He *continued to look up at the benches where -the entire Wizengamot had fallen into urgent,-whispered conversations. Harry looked at his .feet. His heart, which seemed to have swollen *to an unnatural size, was thumping loudly .under his ribs. He had expected the hearing to.last longer than this. He was not at all sure +that he had made a good impression. He had ,not really said very much. He ought to have *explained more fully about the Dementors, ,about how he had fallen over, about how both+he and Dudley had nearly been kissed . . . +Twice he looked up at Fudge and opened his *mouth to speak, but his swollen heart was +now constricting his air passages and both 'times he merely took a deep breath and (looked back down at his shoes. Then the ,whispering stopped. Harry wanted to look up ,at the judges, but found that it was really (much, much easier to keep examining his 0laces. 'Those in favour of clearing the witness +of all charges?' said Madam Boness booming .voice. Harry's head jerked upwards. There were/hands in the air, many of them . . . more than .half! Breathing very fast, he tried to count, ,but before he could finish, Madam Bones had +said, 'And those in favour of conviction?' +Fudge raised his hand; so did half a dozen -others, including the witch on his right and &the heavily-moustached wizard and the -frizzy-haired witch in the second row. Fudge .glanced around at them all, looking as though .there was something large stuck in his throat,,then lowered his own hand. He took two deep *breaths and said, in a voice distorted by -suppressed rage, 'Very well, very well . . . +cleared of all charges.' 'Excellent,' said +Dumbledore briskly, springing to his feel, )pulling out his wand and causing the two -chintz armchairs to vanish. 'Well, I must be )getting along. Good-day to you all.' And -without looking once at Harry, he swept from the dungeon.   - CHAPTER NINE -  The Woes of Mrs Weasley  + Dumbledore's abrupt departure took Harry ,completely by surprise. He remained sitting .where he was in the chained chair, struggling +with his feelings of shock and relief. The +Wizengamot were all getting to their feet, .talking, gathering up their papers and packing+them away. Harry stood up. Nobody seemed to.be paying him the slightest bit of attention, ,except the toadlike witch on Fudge's right, *who was now gazing down at him instead of /at Dumbledore. Ignoring her, he tried to catch *Fudge's eye, or Madam Bones's, wanting to )ask whether he was free to go, but Fudge -seemed quite determined not to notice Harry, "and Madam Bones was busy with her ,briefcase, so he took a lew tentative steps -towards the exit and, when nobody called him .back, broke into a very fast walk. He took the+last lew steps at a run, wrenched open the -door and almost collided with Mr Weasley, who-was standing right outside, looking pale and )apprehensive. 'Dumbledore didn't say - ' /'Cleared,' Harry said, pulling the door closed *behind him, 'of all charges!' Beaming, Mr /Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders. 'Harry, 0that's wonderful! Well, of course, they couldn't,have found you guilty, not on the evidence, 0but even so, I can't pretend I wasn't - ' But Mr)Weasley broke off, because the courtroom *door had ust opened again. The Wizengamot 0were filing out. 'Merlin's beard!' exclaimed Mr /Weasley wonderingly, pulling Harry aside to let+them all pass. 'You were tried by the lull 1court?' 'I think so,' said Harry quietly. One or +two of the wizards nodded to Harry as they )passed and a few, including Madam Bones, ,said, 'Morning, Arthur,' to Mr Weasley, but -most averted their eyes. Cornelius Fudge and +the toadlike witch were almost the last to ,leave the dungeon. Fudge acted as though Mr -Weasley and Harry were part of the wall, hut /again, the witch looked almost appraisingly at -Harry as she passed. Last of all to pass was -Percy. Like Fudge, he completely ignored his -father and Harry; he marched past clutching a/large roll of parchment and a handful of spare 0quills, his back rigid and his nose in the air. -The lines around Mr Weasley's mouth tightened.slightly, but other than this he gave no sign .that he had seen his third son. 'I'm going to +take you straight back so you can tell the *others the good news,' he said, beckoning .Harry forwards as Percy's heels disappeared up/the steps to Level Nine. 'I'll drop you off on .the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green. Come 1on . . .' 'So, what will you have to do about the+toilet?' Harry asked, grinning. Everything .suddenly seemed five times funnier than usual./It was starting to sink in: he was cleared, he /was going back to Hogwarts. 'Oh, it's a simple +enough anti-jinx,' said Mr Weasley as they *mounted the stairs, 'but it's not so much +having to repair the damage, it's more the &attitude behind the vandalism, Harry. ,Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as +funny, but it's an expression of something .much deeper and nastier, and I for one - ' Mr ,Weasley broke off in mid-sentence. They had *just reached the ninth-level corridor and ,Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away.from them, talking quietly to a tall man with /sleek blond hair and a pointed, pale face. The (second man turned at the sound of their !footsteps. He, too, broke off in -mid-conversation, his cold grey eyes narrowed3and fixed upon Harry's face. 'Well, well, well . . /. Patronus Potter,' said Lucius Malfoy coolly. )Harry felt winded, as though he had just .walked into something solid. He had last seen .those cold grey eyes through slits in a Death .Hater's hood, and last heard that man's voice 'jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord (Voldemort tortured him. Harry could not -believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in +the face; he could not believe that he was (here, in the Ministry of Magic, or that )Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when )Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that +Malfoy was a Death Eater. The Minister was )just telling me about your lucky escape, /Potter,' drawled Mr Malfoy. 'Quite astonishing,,the way you continue to wriggle out of very 2tight holes . . . snakelike, in fact.' Mr Weasley -gripped Harry's shoulder in warning. 'Yeah,' 0said Harry, 'yeah, I'm good at escaping.' Lucius-Malfoy raised his eyes to Mr Weasley's face. ,'And Arthur Weasley too! What are you doing .here, Arthur?' 'I work here,' said Mr Weasley ,curtly. 'Not here, surely?' said Mr Malfoy, .raising his eyebrows and glancing towards the /door over Mr Weasley's shoulder. 'I thought you/were up on the second floor . . . don't you do (something that involves sneaking Muggle -artefacts home and bewitching them?' 'No,' Mr-Weasley snapped, his fingers now biting into ,Harry's shoulder. 'What are you doing here, -anyway?' Harry asked Lucius Malfoy. 'I don't ,think private matters between myself and the,Minister are any concern of yours, Potter,' /said Malfoy, smoothing the front of his robes. .Harry distinctly heard the gentle clinking of 1what sounded like a full pocket of gold. 'Really,,just because you are Dumbledore's favourite "boy, you must not expect the same 1indulgence from the rest of us . . . shall we go 1up to your office, then, Minister?' 'Certainly,' -said Fudge, turning his back on Harry and Mr ,Weasley. This way, Lucius.' They strode off /together, talking in low voices. Mr Weasley did.not let go of Harry's shoulder until they had *disappeared into the lift. 'Why wasn't he .waiting outside Fudge's office if they've got *business to do together?' Harry burst out )furiously. What was he doing down here?' +'Trying to sneak down to the courtroom, if &you ask me,' said Mr Weasley, looking )extremely agitated and glancing over his -shoulder as though making sure they could not.be overheard. Trying to find out whether you'd,been expelled or not. I'll leave a note for ,Dumbledore when I drop you off, he ought to ,know Malfoy's been talking to Fudge again.' %'What private business have they got -together, anyway?' 'Gold, I expect,' said Mr 'Weasley angrily. 'Malfoy's been giving 2generously to all sorts of things for years . . . 0gets him in with the right people . . . then he ,can ask favours . . . delay laws he doesn't /want passed . . . oh, he's very well-connected,/Lucius Malfoy.' The lift arrived; it was empty )except for a flock of memos that flapped +around Mr Weasley's head as he pressed the ,button for the Atrium and the doors clanged (shut. He waved them away irritably. 'Mr *Weasley,' said Harry slowly, 'if Fudge is *meeting Death Eaters like Malfoy, if he's 'seeing them alone, how do we know they /haven't put the Imperius Curse on him?' 'Don't 0think it hasn't occurred to us, Harry,' said Mr .Weasley quietly. 'But Dumbledore thinks Fudge ,is acting of his own accord at the moment - +which, as Dumbledore says, is not a lot of .comfort. Best not talk about it any more just *now, Harry.' The doors slid open and they )stepped out into the now almost-deserted (Atrium. Eric the watchwizard was hidden )behind his Daily Prophet again. They had )walked straight past the golden fountain 0before Harry remembered. 'Wait . . .' he told Mr,Weasley, and, pulling his moneybag from his +pocket, he turned back to the fountain. He +looked up into the handsome wizard's face, ,but close-to Harry thought he looked rather *weak and foolish. The witch was wearing a .vapid smile like a beauty contestant, and from)what Harry knew of goblins and centaurs, -they were most unlikely to be caught staring .so soppily at humans of any description. Only /the house-elf's attitude of creeping servility .looked convincing. With a grin at the thought ,of what Hermione would say if she could see (the statue of the elf, Harry turned his *moneybag upside-down and emptied not just .ten Galleons, but the whole contents into the pool.  * 1 'I knew it!' yelled Ron, punching the air. 'You-always get away with stuff!' 'They were bound-to clear you,' said Hermione, who had looked -positively faint with anxiety when Harry had *entered the kitchen and was now holding a *shaking hand over her eyes, 'there was no /case against you, none at all.' 'Everyone seems,quite relieved, though, considering you all ,knew I'd get off,' said Harry, smiling. Mrs *Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, ,and Fred, George and Ginny were doing a kind+of war dance to a chant that went: 'He got 2off, he got off, he got off . . .' That's enough! ,Settle down!' shouted Mr Weasley, though he 0too was smiling. 'Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy ,was at the Ministry - ' 'What?' said Sirius 1sharply. 'He got off, he got off, he got off . . 0.' 'Be quiet, you three! Yes, we saw him talking-to Fudge on Level Nine, then they went up to -Fudge's office together. Dumbledore ought to 3know.' 'Absolutely,' said Sirius. 'We'll tell him, 2don't worry.' 'Well, I'd better get going, there's,a vomiting toilet waiting for me in Bethnal 3Green. Molly, I'll be late, I'm covering for Tonks,/but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner - 3' 'He got off, he got off, he got off . . .' That's*enough - Fred - George - Ginny!' said Mrs )Weasley, as Mr Weasley left the kitchen. +'Harry, dear, come and sit down, have some *lunch, you hardly ate breakfast.' Ron and +Hermione sat themselves down opposite him, ,looking happier than they had done since he *had first arrived at Grimmauld Place, and /Harry's feeling of giddy relief, which had been&somewhat dented by his encounter with .Lucius Malfoy, swelled again. The gloomy house*seemed warmer and more welcoming all of a -sudden; even Kreacher looked less ugly as he -poked his snoutlike nose into the kitchen to )investigate the source of all the noise. +'Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your *side, there was no way they were going to ,convict you,' said Ron happily, now dishing $great mounds of mashed potato on to /everyone's plates. 'Yeah, he swung it for me,' *said Harry. He felt it would sound highly 0ungrateful, not to mention childish, to say, 'I (wish he'd talked to me, though. Or even +looked at me.' And as he thought this, the -scar on his forehead burned so badlyt:hat he +clapped his hand to it.. 'What's up?' said )Hermione, looking alarmed. 'Scar,' Harry 3mumbled. 'But it's nothing . . . it happens all the/time now . . .' None of the others had noticed &a thing; all of them were now helping /themselves to food while gloating over Harry's +narrow escape; Fred, George and Ginny were /still singing. Hermione looked rather anxious, +but before she could say anything, Ron had .said happily, 'I bet Dumbledore turns up this -evening, to celebrate with us, you know.' '[ -don't think he'll be able to, Ron,' said Mrs 'Weasley, setting a huge plate of roast -chicken down in front of Harry. 'He's really *very busy at the moment.' 'HE GOT OFF, HE +GOT OFF. HE GOT OFF' 'SHUT UP!' roared Mrs Weasley.  * ) Over the next few days Harry could not (help noticing that there was one person +within number twelve, Grimmauld Place, who ,did not seem wholly overjoyed that he would .be returning to Hogwarts. Sirius had put up a -very good show of happiness on first hearing ,the news, wringing Harry's hand and beaming .just like the rest of them. Soon, however, he -was moodier and surlier than before, talking ,less to everybody, even Harry, and spending *increasing amounts of time shut up in his +mother's room with Buckbeak. 'Don't you go .feeling guilty!' said Hermione sternly, after .Harry had confided some of his feelings to her)and Ron while they scrubbed out a mouldy .cupboard on the third floor a few days later. -'You belong at Hogwarts and Sirius knows it. 3Personally, I think he's being selfish.' 'That's a /bit harsh, Hermione,' said Ron, frowning as he +attempted to prise off a bit of mould that /had attached itself firmly to his finger, 'you ,wouldn't want to be stuck inside this house ,without any company.' 'He'll have company!' /said Hermione. 'It's Headquarters to the Order 0of the Phoenix, isn't it? He just got his hopes +up that Harry would be coming to live here 3with him.' 'I don't think that's true,' said Harry,/wringing out his cloth. 'He wouldn't give me a .straight answer when I asked him if I could.' -'He just didn't want to get his own hopes up *even more,' said Hermione wisely. 'And he .probably felt a bit guilty himself, because I /think a part of him was really hoping you'd be &expelled. Then you'd both be outcasts -together.' 'Come off it!' said Harry and Ron .together, but Hermione merely shrugged. 'Suit .yourselves. But I sometimes think Ron's mum's -right and Sirius gets confused about whether 0you're you or your father, Harry.' 'So you think/he's touched in the head?' said Harry heatedly..'No, I just think he's been very lonely for a 1long time,' said Hermione simply. At this point, 'Mrs Weasley entered the bedroom behind 1them. 'Still not finished?' she said, poking her -head into the cupboard. 'I thought you might .be here to tell us to have a break!' said Ron +bitterly. 'D'you know how much mould we've /got rid of since we arrived here?' 'You were so+keen to help the Order,' said Mrs Weasley, ,'you can do your bit by making Headquarters 5fit to live in.' 'I feel like a house-elf,' grumbled -Ron. 'Well, now you understand what dreadful .lives they lead, perhaps you'll be a bit more -active in SPEW!' said Hermione hopefully, as -Mrs Weasley left them to it. 'You know, maybe)it wouldn't be a bad idea to show people 1exactly how horrible it is to clean all the time -- we could do a sponsored scrub of Gryffindor,common room, all proceeds to SPEW, it would 1raise awareness as well as funds.' 'I'll sponsor )you to shut up about SPEW,' Ron muttered -irritably, but only so Harry could hear him.  * ( Harry found himself daydreaming about )Hogwarts more and more as the end of the .holidays approached; he could not wait to see /Hagrid again, to play Quidditch, even to stroll$across the vegetable patches to the +Herbology greenhouses; it would be a treat -just to leave this dusty, musty house, where -half of the cupboards were still bolted shut (and Kreacher wheezed insults out of the (shadows as you passed, though Harry was .careful not to say any of this within earshot *of Sirius. The fact as that living at the #Headquarters of the anti-Voldemort *movement was not nearly as interesting or ,exciting as Harry would have expected before+he'd experienced it. Though members of the -Order of the Phoenix came and went regularly,,sometimes staying for meals, sometimes only -for a few minutes of whispered conversation, )Mrs Weasley made sure that Harry and the -others were kept well out of earshot (whether+Extendable or normal) and nobody, not even ,Sirius, seemed to feel that Harry needed to +know anything more than he had heard on the.night of his arrival. On the very last day of ,the holidays Harry was sweeping up Hedwig's +owl droppings from the top of the wardrobe *when Ron entered their bedroom carrying a /couple of envelopes. 'Booklists have arrived,' -he said, throwing one of the envelopes up to +Harry, who was standing on a chair. 'About /time, I thought they'd forgotten, they usually /come much earlier than this . . .' Harry swept -the last of the droppings into a rubbish bag +and threw the bag over Ron's head into the 'wastepaper basket in the corner, which )swallowed it and belched loudly. He then .opened his letter. It contained two pieces of ,parchment: one the usual reminder that term -started on the first of September; the other .telling him which books he would need for the +coming year. 'Only two new ones,' he said, /reading the list, The Standard Book of Spells, +Grade 5, by Miranda Goshawk, and Defensive .Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard.' Crack. -Fred and George Apparated right beside Harry.)He was so used to them doing this by now 0that he didn't even fall off his chair. 'We were,just wondering who set the Slinkhard book,' -said Fred conversationally 'Because it means ,Dumbledore's found a new Defence Against the,Dark Arts teacher,' said George. 'And about /time too,' said Fred. 'What d'you mean?' Harry *asked, jumping down beside them. Well, we %overheard Mum and Dad talking on the -Extendable Ears a few weeks back,' Fred told (Harry, 'and from what they were saying, +Dumbledore was having real trouble finding &anyone to do the job this year.' 'Not +surprising, is it, when you look at what's .happened to the last four?' said George. 'One +sacked, one dead, one's memory removed and -one locked in a trunk for nine months,' said )Harry, counting them off on his fingers. -'Yeah, I see what you mean.' 'What's up with +you, Ron?' asked Fred. Ron did not answer. /Harry looked round. Ron was standing very still,with his mouth slightly open, gaping at his /letter from Hogwarts. 'What's the matter?' said,Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look +over his shoulder at the parchment. Fred's *mouth fell open, too. 'Prefect?' he said, 0staring incredulously at the letter. 'Prefect?' .George leapt forwards, seized the envelope in ,Ron's other hand and turned it upside-down. /Harry saw something scarlet and gold fall into *George's palm. 'No way,' said George in a -hushed voice. 'There's been a mistake,' said .Fred, snatching the letter out of Ron's grasp )and holding it up to the light as though +checking for a watermark. 'No one in their *right mind would make Ron a prefect.' The *twins' heads turned in unison and both of ,them stared at Harry. 'We thought you were a+cert!' said Fred, in a tone that suggested (Harry had tricked them in some way. 'We +thought Dumbledore was bound to pick you!' /said George indignantly. 'Winning the Triwizard/and everything!' said Fred. 'I suppose all the -mad stuff must've counted against him,' said 0George to Fred. 'Yeah,' said Fred slowly. 'Yeah,,you've caused too much trouble, mate. Well, 2at least one of you's got their priorities right.'+He strode over to Harry and clapped him on +the back while giving Ron a scathing look. 0'Prefect . . . ickle Ronnie the Prefect.' 'Ohh, .Mum's going to be revolting,' groaned George, +thrusting the prefect badge back at Ron as *though it might contaminate him. Ron, who +still had not said a word, took the badge, /stared at it for a moment, then held it out to "Harry as though asking mutely for -confirmation that it was genuine. Harry took (it. A large 'P' was superimposed on the /Gryffindor lion. He had seen a badge just like /this on Percy's chest on his very first day at )Hogwarts. The door banged open. Hermione 'came tearing into the room, her cheeks *flushed and her hair flying. There was an /envelope in her hand. 'Did you - did you get - -?' She spotted the badge in Harry's hand and 3let out a shriek. 'I knew it!' she said excitedly, 1brandishing her letter. 'Me too, Harry, me too!' ,'No,' said Harry quickly, pushing the badge 0back into Ron's hand. 'It's Ron, not me.' 'It - ,what?' 'Ron's prefect, not me,' Harry said. 2'Ron?' said Hermione, her jaw dropping. 'But . . ..are you sure? I mean - ' She turned red as Ron.looked round at her with a defiant expression .on his lace. 'It's my name on the letter,' he 2said. 'I . . .' said Hermione, looking thoroughly 5bewildered. 'I . . . well . . . wow! Well done, Ron! -That's really - ' 'Unexpected,' said George, .nodding. 'No,' said Hermione, blushing harder 3than ever, 'no it's not . . . Ron's done loads of .3. . he's really . . .' The door behind her opened a-little wider and Mrs Weasley bucked into the 0room carrying a pile of freshly laundered robes.-'Ginny said the booklists had come at last,' /she said, glancing around at all the envelopes (as she made her way over to the bed and 1started sorting the robes into two piles. 'If you.give them to me I'll take them over to Diagon .Alley this afternoon and get your books while /you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more +pyjamas, these are at least six inches too 0short, I can't believe how fast you're growing ... . what colour would you like?' 'Get him red +and gold to match his badge,' said George, -smirking. 'Match his what?' said Mrs Weasley /absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and.placing them on Ron's pile. 'His badge,' said -Fred, with the air of getting the worst over 1quickly. 'His lovely shiny new prefect's badge.' ,Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs 0Weasley's preoccupation with pyjamas. 'His . . .2but . . . Ron, you're not . . .?' Ron held up his .badge. Mrs Weasley let out a shriek just like 5Hermione's. 'I don't believe it! I don't believe it! *Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's /everyone in the family!' 'What are Fred and I, #next-door neighbours?' said George ,indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside ,and flung her arms around her youngest son. 0'Wait until your father hears! Ron, I'm so proud+of you, what wonderful news, you could end /up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, it's the .first step! Oh, what a thing to happen in the 1middle of all this worry, I'm just thrilled, oh, ,Ronnie - ' Fred and George were both making -loud retching noises behind her back but Mrs *Weasley did not notice; arms tight around -Ron's neck, she was kissing him all over his .face, which had turned a brighter scarlet than4his badge. 'Mum . . . don't . . . Mum, get a grip . /. .' he muttered, trying to push her away. She 0let go of him and said breathlessly, 'Well, what-will it be? We gave Percy an owl, but you've ,already got one, of course.' 'W-what do you .mean?' said Ron, looking as though he did not -dare believe his ears. 'You've got to have a 0reward for this!' said Mrs Weasley fondly. 'How -about a nice new set of dress robes?' 'We've ,already bought him some,' said Fred sourly, ,who looked as though he sincerely regretted /this generosity. 'Or a new cauldron, Charlie's -old one's rusting through, or a new rat, you (always liked Scabbers - 'Mum,' said Ron )hopefully, 'can I have a new broom?' Mrs /Weasley's face fell slightly; broomsticks were (expensive. 'Not a really good one!' Ron .hastened to add. 'Just - just a new one for a *change , . .' Mrs Weasley hesitated, then 2smiled. 'Of course you can . . . well, I'd better 2get going if I've got a broom to buy too. I'll see2you all later . . . little Ronnie, a prefect! And 0don't forget to pack your trunks . . . a prefect1. . . oh, I'm all of a dither!' She gave Ron yet .another kiss on the cheek, sniffed loudly, and'bustled from the room. Fred and George -exchanged looks. 'You don't mind if we don't /kiss you, do you, Ron?' said Fred in a falsely 0anxious voice. 'We could curtsey, if you like,' /said George. 'Oh, shut up,' said Ron, scowling ,at them. 'Or what?' said Fred, an evil grin /spreading across his face. 'Going to put us in 0detention?' 'I'd love to see him try' sniggered 0George. 'He could if you don't watch out!' said ,Hermione angrily. Fred and George burst out &laughing, and Ron muttered, 'Drop it, -Hermione.' 'We're going to have to watch our (step, George,' said Fred, pretending to ,tremble, 'with these two on our case . . .' /'Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are /finally over,' said Cieorge, shaking his head. 'And with another loud crack, the twins )Disapparated. 'Those two!' said Hermione .furiously, staring up at the ceiling, through *which they could now hear Fred and George ,roaring with laughter in the room upstairs. .'Don't pay any attention to them, Ron, they're2only jealous!' 'I don't think they are,' said Ron ,doubtfully, also looking up at the ceiling. &They've always said only prats become 2prefects . . . still,' he added on a happier note,.'they've never had new brooms! I wish I could -go with Mum and choose . . . she'll never be -able to afford a Nimbus, but there's the new .Cleansweep out, that'd be great . . . yeah, I 2think I'll go and tell her I like the Cleansweep, ,just so she knows . . .' He dashed from the ,room, leaving Harry and Hermione alone. For ,some reason, Harry found he did not want to .look at Hermione. He turned to his bed, picked+up the pile of clean robes Mrs Weasley had .laid on it and crossed the room to his trunk. 0'Harry?' said Hermione tentatively. 'Well done, .Hermione,' said Harry, so heartily it did not ,sound like his voice at all, and, still not -looking at her, 'brilliant. Prefect. Great.' 0'Thanks,' said Hermione. 'Erm - Harry - could I )borrow Hedwig so I can tell Mum and Dad? .They'll be really pleased - I mean prefect is *something they can understand.' 'Yeah, no 2problem,' said Harry, still in the horrible hearty/voice that did not belong to him. Take her!' He-leaned over his trunk, laid the robes on the +bottom of it and pretended to be rummaging ,for something while Hermione crossed to the 'wardrobe and called Hedwig down. A few +moments passed; Harry heard the door close .but remained bent double, listening; the only ,sounds he could hear were the blank picture %on the wall sniggering again and the ,wastepaper basket in the corner coughing up *the owl droppings. He straightened up and )looked behind him. Hermione had left and *Hedwig had gone. Harry hurried across the .room, closed the door, then returned slowly to-his bed and sank on to it, gazing unseeingly -at the foot of the wardrobe. He had forgotten-completely about prefects being chosen in the-fifth year. He had been too anxious about the)possibility of being expelled to spare a )thought for the fact that badges must be .winging their way towards certain people. But -if he had remembered . . . if he had thought ,about it . . . what would he have expected? 0Not this, said a small and truthful voice inside.his head. Harry screwed up his face and buried1it in his hands. He could not lie to himself; if *he had known the prefect badge was on its *way, he would have expected it to come to .him, not Ron. Did this make him as arrogant as/Draco Malfoy? Did he think himself superior to ,everyone else? Did he really believe he was *better than Ron? No, said the small voice *defiantly. Was that true? Harry wondered, /anxiously probing his own feelings. I'm better *at Quidditch, said the voice. But I'm not -better at anything else. That was definitely +true, Harry thought; he was no better than 'Ron in lessons. But what about outside ,lessons? What about those adventures he, Ron-and Hermione had had together since starting +at Hogwarts, often risking much worse than ,expulsion? Well, Ron and Hermione were with .me most of the time, said the voice in Harry's-head. Not all the time, though, Harry argued 1with himself. They didn't fight Quirrell with me.-They didn't take on Riddle and the Basilisk. /They didn't get rid of all those Dementors the +night Sirius escaped. They weren't in that 'graveyard with me, the night Voldemort 1returned . . . And the same feeling of ill-usage ,that had overwhelmed him on the night he had/arrived rose again. I've definitely done more, .Harry thought indignantly. I've done more than*either of them! But maybe, said the small -voice fairly, maybe Dumbledore doesn't choose-prefects because they've got themselves into .a load of dangerous situations . . . maybe he .chooses them for other reasons . . . Ron must /have something you don't . . . Harry opened his+eyes and stared through his fingers at the *wardrobe's clawed feet, remembering what. +Fred had said: 'No one in their right mind -would make Ron a prefect . . .' Harry gave a 0small snort of laughter. A second later he felt )sickened with himself. Ron had not asked *Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. /This was not Ron's fault. Was he, Harry, Ron's /best friend in the world, going to sulk because.he didn't, have a badge, laugh with the twins /behind Ron's back, ruin this for Ron when, for 'the first time, he had beaten Harry at +something? At this point Harry heard Ron's ,footsteps on the stairs again. He stood up, /straightened his glasses, and hitched a grin on,to his face as Ron bounded back through the /door. 'Just caught her!' he said happily. 'She ,says she'll get the Cleansweep if she can.' 0'Cool,' Harry said, and he was relieved to hear ,that his voice had stopped sounding hearty. ,'Listen - Ron - well done, mate.' The smile /faded off Ron's face. 'I never thought it would1be me!' he said, shaking his head. 'I thought it *would be you!' 'Nah, I've caused too much 1trouble,' Harry said, echoing Fred. 'Yeah,' said 2Ron, 'yeah, I suppose . . . well, we'd better get -our trunks packed, hadn't we?' It was odd how(widely their possessions seemed to have -scattered themselves since they had arrived. &It took them most of the afternoon to -retrieve their books and belongings from all )over the house and stow them back inside ,their school trunks. Marry noticed that Ron .kept moving his prefect's badge around, first 0placing it on his bedside table, then putting it.into his jeans pocket, then taking it out and /lying it on his folded robes, as though to see -the effect of the red on the black. Only when*Fred and George dropped in and offered to +attach it to his forehead with a Permanent .Sticking Charm did he wrap it tenderly in his +maroon socks and lock it in his trunk. Mrs .Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six .o'clock, laden with books and carrying a long *package wrapped in thick brown paper that *Ron took from her with a moan of longing. *'Never mind unwrapping it now, people are 1arriving for dinner, I want you all downstairs,' (she said, but the moment she was out of .sight Ron ripped off the paper in a frenzy and)examined every inch of his new broom, an -ecstatic expression on his face. Down in the (basement Mrs Weasley had hung a scarlet ,banner over the heavily laden dinner table, which read: ' CONGRATULATIONS RON AND HERMIONE NEW PREFECTS - She looked in a better mood than Harry had -seen her all holiday. 'I thought we'd have a .little party not a sit-down dinner,' she told -Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny /as they entered the room. 'Your father and Bill+are on their way, Ron. I've sent them both 0owls and they're thrilled,' she added, beaming. /Fred rolled his eyes. Sirius, Lupin, Tonks and ,Kingsley Shacklebolt were already there and ,Mad-Eye Moody stumped in shortly after Harry0had got himself a Butterbeer. 'Oh, Alastor, I am0glad you're here,' said Mrs Weasley brightly, as+Mad-Eye shrugged off his travelling cloak. *'We've been wanting to ask you for ages - -could you have a look in the writing desk in /the drawing room and tell us what's inside it? /We haven't wanted to open it. just in case it's3something really nasty.' 'No problem, Molly . . .' ,Moody's electric-blue eye swivelled upwards .and stared fixedly through the ceiling of the 0kitchen. Drawing room . . .' he growled, as the /pupil contracted. 'Desk in the corner? Yeah, I 3see it . . . yeah, it's a Boggart . . . want me to 3go up and get rid of it, Molly?' No, no, I'll do it-myself later,' beamed Mrs Weasley, 'you have +your drink. We're having a little bit of a 1celebration, actually . . .' She gestured at the 0scarlet banner. 'Fourth prefect in the family!' 0she said fondly, ruffling Ron's hair. 'Prefect, -eh?' growled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and/his magical eye swivelling around to gaze into )the side of his head. Harry had the very ,uncomfortable feeling it was looking at him )and moved away towards Sirius and Lupin. 2'Well, congratulations,' said Moody, still glaring/at Ron with his normal eye, 'authority figures &always attract trouble, but I suppose )Dumbledore thinks you can withstand most +major jinxes or he wouldn't have appointed .you . . .' Ron looked rather startled at this -view of the matter but was saved the trouble /of responding by the arrival of his father and *eldest brother. Mrs Weasley was in such a )good mood she did not even complain that )they had brought Mundungus with them; he (was wearing a long overcoat that seemed /oddly lumpy in unlikely places and declined the+offer to remove it and put it with Moody's /travelling cloak. 'Well, I think a toast is in -order,' said Mr Weasley, when everyone had a (drink. He raised his goblet. To Ron and ,Hermione, the new Gryffindor prefects!' Ron )and Hermione beamed as everyone drank to )them, and then applauded. 'I was never a *prefect myself,' said Tonks brightly from +behind Harry as everybody moved towards the/table to help themselves to food. Her hair was 'tomato red and waist-length today; she .looked like Ginny's older sister. 'My Head of &House said I lacked certain necessary -qualities.' 'Like what?' said Ginny, who was .choosing a baked potato. 'Like the ability to +behave myself,' said Tonks. Ginny laughed; +Hermione looked as though she did not know +whether to smile or not and compromised by -taking an extra large gulp of Butterbeer and /choking on it. 'What about you, Sirius?' Ginny .asked, thumping Hermione on the back. Sirius, .who was right beside Harry, let out his usual -bark-like laugh. 'No one would have made me a,prefect, I spent too much time in detention +with James. Lupin was the good boy, he got +the badge.' 'I think Dumbledore might have .hoped I would be able to exercise some control+over my best friends,' said Lupin. 'I need .scarcely say that I failed dismally.' Harry's .mood suddenly lifted. His father had not been /a prefect either. All at once the party seemed -much more enjoyable; he loaded up his plate, -feeling doubly fond of everyone in the room. ,Ron was rhapsodising about his new broom to +anybody who would listen. '. . . nought to -seventy in ten seconds, not bad, is it? When ,you think the Comet Two Ninety's only nought+to sixty and that's with a decent tailwind ,according to Which Broomstick?' Hermione was.talking very earnestly to Lupin about her view.of elf rights. 'I mean, it's the same kind of /nonsense as werewolf segregation, isn't it? It 0all stems from this horrible thing wizards have /of thinking they're superior to other creatures.. . .' Mrs Weasley and Bill were having their 1usual argument about Bill's hair. '. . . getting /really out of hand, and you're so good-looking,/it would look much better shorter, wouldn't it,.Harry?' Oh - I dunno - ' said Harry, slightly ,alarmed at being asked his opinion; he slid ,away from them in the direction of Fred and *George, who were huddled in a corner with *Mundungus. Mundungus stopped talking when +he saw Harry, but Fred winked and beckoned 0Harry closer. 'It's OK,' he told Mundungus, 'we -can trust Harry, he's our financial backer.' /'Look what Dung's got us,' said George, holding+out his hand to Harry. It was full of what +looked like shrivelled black pods. A faint *rattling noise was coming from them, even (though they were completely stationary. -'Venomous Tentacula seeds,' said George. 'We )need them for the Skiving Snackboxes but -they're a Class C Non-Tradeable Substance so +we've been having a bit of trouble getting ,hold of them.' 'Ten Galleons the lot, then, 1Dung?' said Fred. 'Wiv all the trouble I went to (to get 'em?' said Mundungus, his saggy, +bloodshot eyes stretching even wider. 'I'm -sorry, lads, but I'm not taking a Knut under 3twenty.' 'Dung likes his little joke,' Fred said to/Harry. 'Yeah, his best one so far has been six 1Sickles for a bag of Knarl quills,' said George. )'Be careful,' Harry warned them quietly. +'What?' said Fred. 'Mum's busy cooing over .Prefect Ron, we're OK.' 'But Moody could have .his eye on you.' Harry pointed out. Mundungus *looked nervously over his shoulder. 'Good 3point, that,' he grunted. 'All right, lads, ten it 4is, if you'll take 'em quick.' 'Cheers, Harry!' said%Fred delightedly, when Mundungus had $emptied his pockets into the twins' ,outstretched hands and scuttled off towards 1the food. 'We'd better get these upstairs . . .' (Harry watched them go, feeling slightly ,uneasy. It had just occurred to him that Mr 'and Mrs Weasley would want to know how *Fred and George were financing their joke ,shop business when, as was inevitable, they 0finally found out about it. Giving the twins his-Triwizard winnings had seemed a simple thing )to do at the time, but what if it led to $another family row and a Percy-like +estrangement? Would Mrs Weasley still feel )that Harry was as good as her son if she +found out he had made it possible for Fred )and George to start a career she thought +quite unsuitable? Standing where the twins /had left him, with nothing but a guilty weight -in the pit of his stomach for company, Harry +caught the sound of his own name. Kingsley -Shacklebolts deep voice was audible even over/the surrounding chatter. '. . . why Dumbledore .didn't make Potter a prefect?' said Kingsley. 2'He'll have had his reasons,' replied Lupin. 'But /it would've shown confidence in him. It's what 3I'd've done,' persisted Kingsley, ' 'specially with+the Daily Prophet having a go at him every 1few days . . .' Harry did not look round; he did *not want Lupin or Kingsley to know he had &heard. Though not remotely hungry, he +followed Mundungus back towards the table. ,His pleasure in the party had evaporated as *quickly as it had come; he wished he were ,upstairs in bed. Mad-Eye Moody was sniffing +at a chicken-leg with what remained of his .nose; evidently he could not detect any trace /of poison, because he then tore a strip off it ,with his teeth. '. . . the handle's made of /Spanish oak with anti-jinx varnish and in-built/vibration control - ' Ron was saying to Tonks. /Mrs Weasley yawned widely. 'Well, I think I'll -sort out that Boggart before I turn in . . . /Arthur, I don't want this lot up too late, all 1right? Night, Harry, dear.' She left the kitchen.&Harry set down his plate and wondered $whether he could follow her without /attracting attention. 'You all right, Potter?' /grunted Moody. 'Yeah, fine,' lied Harry. Moody 0took a swig from his hipflask, his electric-blue/eye staring sideways at Harry. 'Come here, I've+got something that might interest you,' he .said. From an inner pocket of his robes Moody %pulled a very tattered old wizarding -photograph. 'Original Order of the Phoenix,' .growled Moody. 'Found it last night when I was0looking for my spare Invisibility Cloak, seeing ,as Podmore hasn't had the manners to return /my best one . . . thought people might like to ,see it.' Harry took the photograph. A small ,crowd of people, some waving at him, others .lifting their glasses, looked back up at him. ('There's me,' said Moody, unnecessarily .pointing at himself. The Moody in the picture 'was unmistakeable, though his hair was 1slightly less grey and his nose was intact. 'And -there's Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle 0on the other side . . . that's Marlene McKinnon,(she was killed two weeks after this was .taken, they got her whole family. That's Frank*and Alice Longbottom - ' Harry's stomach, -already uncomfortable, clenched as he looked (at Alice Longbottom; he knew her round, ,friendly face very well, even though he had ,never met her, because she was the image of ,her son, Neville. ' - poor devils,' growled *Moody. 'Better dead than what happened to -them . . . and that's Emmeline Vance, you've 1met her, and that there's Lupin, obviously . . . -Benjy Fenwick, he copped it too, we only ever/found bits of him . . . shift aside there,' he *added, poking the picture, and the little ,photographic people edged sideways, so that -those who were partially obscured could move 0to the front. 'That's Edgar Bones . . . brother .of Amelia Bones, they got him and his family, )too, he was a great wizard . . . Sturgis .Podmore, blimey, he looks young . . . Caradoc -Dearborn, vanished six months after this, we .never found his body . . . Hagrid, of course, -looks exactly the same as ever . . . Elphias .Doge, you've met him, I'd forgotten he used to.wear that stupid hat . . . Gideon Prewett, it +took five Death Eaters to kill him and his .brother Fabian, they fought like heroes . . . 2budge along, budge along . . .' The little people +in the photograph jostled among themselves ,and those hidden right at the back appeared (at the forefront of the picture. That's ,Dumbledore's brother Aberforth, only time I 0ever met him, strange bloke . . . that's Dorcas 0Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally . . . 5Sirius, when he still had short hair . . . and . . . *there you go, thought that would interest /you!' Harry's heart turned over. His mother and*father were beaming up at him, sitting on ,either side of a small, watery-eyed man whom-Harry recognised at once as Wormtail, the one,who had betrayed his parents' whereabouts to-Voldemort and so helped to bring about their /deaths. 'Eh?' said Moody. Harry looked up into )Moody s heavily scarred and pitted face. ,Evidently Moody was under the impression he /had just given Harry a bit of a treat. 'Yeah,' 0said Harry, once again attempting to grin. 'Er .,. . listen, I've just remembered, I haven't .packed my . . .' He was spared the trouble of .inventing an object he had not packed. Sirius .had just said, 'What's that you've got there, +Mad-Eye?' and Moody had turned towards him..Harry crossed the kitchen, slipped through the+door and up the stairs before anyone could *call him back. He did not know why it had +been such a shock; he had seen pictures of .his parents before, after all, and he had met .Wormtail . . . but to have them sprung on him 0like that, when he was least expecting it . . . 1no one would like that, he thought angrily . . . -And then, to see them surrounded by all those.other happy faces . . . Benjy Fenwick, who had,been found in bits, and Gideon Prewett, who +had died like a hero, and the Longbottoms, -who had been tortured into madness . . . all -waving happily out of the photograph forever -more, not knowing that they were doomed . . .1well, Moody might find that interesting . . . he,1Harry, found it disturbing . . . Harry tiptoed up(the stairs in the hall past the stuffed .elf-heads, glad to be on his own again, but as)he approached the first landing he heard +noises. Someone was sobbing in the drawing /room. 'Hello?' Harry said. There was no answer *but the sobbing continued. He climbed the .remaining stairs two at a time, walked across (the landing and opened the drawing-room ,door. Someone was cowering against the dark +wall, her wand in her hand, her whole body -shaking with sobs. Sprawled on the dusty old .carpet in a patch of moonlight, clearly dead, +was Ron. All the air seemed to vanish from 0Harry's lungs; he felt as though he were falling/through the floor; his brain turned icy cold - ,Ron dead, no, it couldn't be - ' But wait a -moment, it couldn't be - Ron was downstairs -''Mrs Weasley?' Harry croaked. 'R - r - .riddikulus!' Mrs Weasley sobbed, pointing her -shaking wand at Ron's body. Crack, Ron's body/turned into Bill's, spread-eagled on his back, *his eyes wide open and empty. Mrs Weasley /sobbed harder than ever. 'R - riddikulus!' she 'sobbed again. Crack. Mr Weasley's body 1replaced Bill's, his glasses askew, a trickle of /blood running down his face. 'No!' Mrs Weasley *moaned. 'No . . . riddikulus! Riddikulus! -RID-DIKULUS!' Crack. Dead twins. Crack. Dead 1Percy. Crack. Dead Harry . . . 'Mrs Weasley, just.get out of here!' shouted Harry, staring down (at his own dead body on the floor. 'Let .someone else - ' 'What's going on?' Lupin had -come running into the room, closely followed ,by Sirius, with Moody stumping along behind +them. Lupin looked from Mrs Weasley to the &dead Harry on the floor and seemed to .understand in an instant. Pulling out his own (wand, he said, very firmly and clearly: 2'Riddikulus!' Harry's body vanished. A silvery orb+hung in the air over the spot where it had -lain. Lupin waved his wand once more and the ,orb vanished in a puff of smoke. 'Oh - oh - .oh!' gulped Mrs Weasley, and she broke into a 0storm of crying, her face in her hands. 'Molly' 0said Lupin bleakly, walking over to her. 'Molly .don't . . .' Next second, she was sobbing her 1heart out on Lupin's shoulder. 'Molly it was just/a Boggart,' he said soothingly, patting her on /the head. 'Just a stupid Boggart . , .' 'I see -them d - d - dead all the time!' Mrs Weasley 2moaned into his shoulder. 'All the t - t - time! I1d - d - dream about it . . .' Sirius was staring *at the patch of carpet where the Boggart, .pretending to be Harry's body, had lain. Moody,was looking at Harry, who avoided his gaze. +He had a funny feeling Moody's magical eye (had followed him all the way out of the 1kitchen. 'D - d - don't tell Arthur,' Mrs Weasley.was gulping now, mopping her eyes frantically -with her cuffs. 'I d - d - don't want him to 1know . . . being silly . . .' Lupin handed her a /handkerchief and she blew her nose. 'Harry, I'm.so sorry. What must you think of me?' she said0shakily. 'Not even able to get rid of a Boggart 0. . .' 'Don't be stupid,' said Harry, trying to 0smile. 'I'm just s - s - so worried,' she said, 1tears spilling out of her eyes again. 'Half the f0- f - family's in the Order, it'll b - b - be a 1miracle if we all come through this . . . and P -,P - Percy's not talking to us . . . what if +something d-d - dreadful happens and we've 'never m - m - made it up with him? And +what's going to happen if Arthur and I get .killed, who's g - g - going to look after Ron /and Ginny?' 'Molly, that's enough,' said Lupin 1firmly. This isn't like last time. The Order are ,better prepared, we've got a head start, we ,know what Voldemort's up to - ' Mrs Weasley /gave a little squeak of fright at the sound of /the name. 'Oh, Molly, come on, it's about time +you got used to hearing his name - look, I *can't promise no one's going to get hurt, (nobody can promise that, but we're much 'better off than we were last time. You %weren't in the Order then, you don't *understand. Last time we were outnumbered +twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they ,were picking us off one by one . . .' Harry (thought of the photograph again, of his *parents' beaming faces. He knew Moody was /still watching him. 'Don't worry about Percy,' 4said Sirius abruptly. 'He'll come round. It's only a+matter of time before Voldemort moves into -the open; once he does, the whole Ministry's ,going to be begging us to forgive them. And 2I'm not sure I'll be accepting their apology,' he 0added bitterly. 'And as for who's going to look -after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died,' 1said Lupin, smiling slightly, 'what do you think .we'd do, let them starve?' Mrs Weasley smiled 0tremulously. 'Being silly,' she muttered again, )mopping her eyes. But Harry, closing his )bedroom door behind him some ten minutes -later, could not think Mrs Weasley silly. He .could still see his parents beaming up at him *from the battered old photograph, unaware /that their lives, like so many of those around ,them, were drawing to a close. The image of )the Boggart posing as the corpse of each ,member of Mrs Weasley's family in turn kept .flashing before his eyes. Without warning, the,scar on his forehead seared with pain again 0and his stomach churned horribly. 'Cut it out,' -he said firmly, rubbing the scar as the pain ,receded. 'First sign of madness, talking to *your own head,' said a sly voice from the /empty picture on the wall. Harry ignored it. He1felt older than he had ever felt in his life and .it seemed extraordinary to him that barely an *hour ago he had been worried about a joke 'shop and who had got a prefects badge.   - CHAPTER TEN -  Luna Lovegood  ) Harry had a troubled nights sleep. His -parents wove in and out of his dreams, never -speaking; Mrs Weasley sobbed over Kreacher's *dead body, watched by Ron and Hermione who)were wearing crowns, and yet again Harry .found himself walking clown a corridor ending -in a locked door. He awoke abruptly with his /scar prickling to find Ron already dressed and -talking to him. '. . . better hurry up, Mums .going ballistic, she says we're going to miss 1the train . . .' There was a lot of commotion in ,the house. From what he heard as he dressed +at top speed, Harry gathered that Fred and )George had bewitched their trunks to fly *downstairs to save the bother of carrying ,them, with the result that they had hurtled ,straight into Ginny and knocked her down two/flights of stairs into the hall; Mrs Black and +Mrs Weasley were both screaming at the top +of their voices. ' - COULD HAVE DONE HER A *SERIOUS INJURY, YOU IDIOTS - ' ' - FILTHY )HALF-BREEDS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY ,FATHERS - ' Hermione came hurrying into the *room looking flustered, just as Harry was .putting on his trainers. Hedwig was swaying or.her shoulder, and she was carrying a squirming+Crookshanks in her arms. 'Mum and Dad just /sent Hedwig back.' The owl fluttered obligingly-over and perched on top of her cage. Are you 0ready yet?' 'Nearly. Is Ginny all right?' Harry .asked, shoving on his glasses. 'Mrs Weasley's )patched her up,' said Hermione. 'But now *Mad-Eye's complaining that we can't leave -unless Sturgis Podmore's here, otherwise the /guard will be one short.' 'Guard?' said Harry. .'We have to go to King's Cross with a guard?' /'You have to go to King's Cross with a guard,' *Hermione corrected him. 'Why?' said Harry /irritably. 'I thought Voldemort was supposed to/be lying low, or are you telling me he's going -to jump out from behind a dustbin to try and 0do me in.' 'I don't know, it's just what Mad-Eye.says,' said Hermione distractedly, looking at -her watch, 'but if we don't leave soon we're 0definitely going to miss the train . . .' 'WILL (YOU LOT GET DOWN HERE NOW, PLEASE!' Mrs (Weasley bellowed and Hermione jumped as ,though scalded and hurried out of the room. !Harry seized Hedwig, stuffed her +unceremoniously into her cage, and set off .downstairs after Hermione, dragging his trunk./Mrs Black's portrait was howling with rage but +nobody was bothering to close the curtains 0over her; all the noise in the hall was bound to+rouse her again, anyway. 'Harry, you're to %come with me and Tonks,' shouted Mrs 'Weasley over the repeated screeches of ('MUDBLOODS! SCUM! CREATURES OF DIRT!' - /'Leave your trunk and your owl, Alastor's going/to deal with the luggage . . . oh, for heavens /sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!' A bear-like -black dog had appeared at Harry's side as he 'was clambering over the various trunks /cluttering the hall to get to Mrs Weasley. 'Oh /honestly . . .' said Mrs Weasley despairingly. -'Well, on your own head be it!' She wrenched -open the front door and stepped out into the +weak September sunlight. Harry and the dog +followed her. The door slammed behind them 'and Mrs Black's screeches were cut off 0instantly. 'Where's Tonks?' Harry said, looking +round as they went down the stone steps of )number twelve, which vanished the moment .they reached the pavement. 'She's waiting for ,us just up here,' said Mrs Weasley stiffly, /averting her eyes from the lolloping black dog +beside Harry. An old woman greeted them on -the corner. She had tightly curled grey hair .and wore a purple hat shaped like a pork pie. -'Wotcher, Harry,' she said, winking. 'Better (hurry up, hadn't we, Molly?' she added, -checking her watch. 'I know, I know,' moaned *Mrs Weasley, lengthening her stride, 'but 0Mad-Eye wanted to wait for Sturgis . . . if only'Arthur could have got us cars from the -Ministry again . . . but Fudge won't let him ,borrow so much as an empty ink bottle these ,days . . . how Muggles can stand travelling -without magic . . .' But the great black dog -gave a joyful bark and gambolled around them,.snapping at pigeons and chasing its own tail. .Harry couldn't help laughing. Sirius had been )trapped inside for a very long time. Mrs *Weasley pursed her lips in an almost Aunt -Petunia-ish way. It took them twenty minutes *to reach King's Cross on foot and nothing ,more eventful happened during that time than,Sirius scaring a couple of cats for Harry's ,entertainment. Once inside the station they -lingered casually beside the barrier between +platforms nine and ten until the coast was .clear, then each of them leaned against it in ,turn and fell easily through on to platform ,nine and three-quarters, where the Hogwarts *Express stood belching sooty steam over a ,platform packed with departing students and 1their families. Harry inhaled the familiar smell 3and felt his spirits soar . . . he was really going0back . . . 'I hope the others make it in time,' .said Mrs Weasley anxiously, staring behind her&at the wrought-iron arch spanning the +platform, through which new arrivals would 0come. 'Nice dog, Harry!' called a tall boy with 0dreadlocks. Thanks, Lee,' said Harry, grinning, 2as Sirius wagged his tail frantically. 'Oh good,' -said Mrs Weasley, sounding relieved, 'here's 1Alastor with the luggage, look . . .' A porter's )cap pulled low over his mismatched eyes, 'Moody came limping through the archway 1pushing a trolley loaded with their trunks. 'All +OK,' he muttered to Mrs Weasley and Tonks, -'don't think we were followed . . .' Seconds -later, Mr Weasley emerged on to the platform 'with Ron and Hermione. They had almost ,unloaded Moody's luggage trolley when Fred, +George and Ginny turned up with Lupin. 'No 0trouble?' growled Moody. 'Nothing,' said Lupin. 1'I'll still be reporting Sturgis to Dumbledore,' -said Moody, 'that's the second time he's not .turned up in a week. Getting as unreliable as 0Mundungus.' 'Well, look after yourselves,' said +Lupin, shaking hands all round. He reached /Harry last and gave him a clap on the shoulder./'You too, Harry. Be careful.' 'Yeah, keep your ,head down and your eyes peeled,' said Moody,1shaking Harry's hand too. 'And don't forget, all 0of you - careful what you put in writing. If in 4doubt, don't put it in a letter at all.' 'It's been /great meeting all of you,' said Tonks, hugging +Hermione and Ginny. 'We'll see you soon, I (expect.' A warning whistle sounded; the 0students still on the platform started hurrying *on to the train. 'Quick, quick,' said Mrs ,Weasley distractedly, hugging them at random0and catching Harry twice, 'Write . . . be good .1. . if you've forgotten anything we'll send it on1. . . on to the train, now, hurry . . .' For one ,brief moment, the great black dog reared on .to its hind legs and placed its front paws on *Harry's shoulders, but Mrs Weasley shoved ,Harry away towards the train door, hissing, 1'For heaven's sake, act more like a dog, Sirius!'/'See you!' Harry called out of the open window 'as the train began to move, while Ron, )Hermione and Ginny waved beside him. The -figures of Tonks, Lupin, Moody and Mr and Mrs-Weasley shrank rapidly but the black dog was +bounding alongside the window, wagging its *tail; blurred people on the platform were /laughing to see it chasing the train, then they)rounded a bend, and Sirius was gone. 'He .shouldn't have come with us,' said Hermione in1a worried voice. 'Oh, lighten up,' said Ron, 'he .hasn't seen daylight for months, poor bloke.' 0'Well,' said Fred, clapping his hands together, /'can't stand around chatting all day, we've got.business to discuss with Lee. See you later,' 'and he and George disappeared down the /corridor to the right. The train was gathering -still more speed, so that the houses outside )the window flashed past, and they swayed *where they stood. 'Shall we go and find a )compartment, then?' Harry asked. Ron and *Hermione exchanged looks. 'Er,' said Ron. -'We're - well - Ron and I are supposed to go )into the prefect carnage,' Hermione said +awkwardly. Ron wasn't looking at Harry; he +seemed to have become intensely interested 0in the fingernails on his left hand. 'Oh,' said 3Harry. 'Right. Fine.' 'I don't think we'll have to 0stay there all journey,' said Hermione quickly. /'Our letters said we just get instructions from*the Head Boy and Girl and then patrol the 1corridors from time to time.' 'Fine,' said Harry 0again. 'Well, I - I might see you later, then.' 0'Yeah, definitely,' said Ron, casting a shifty, 1anxious look at Harry. 'It's a pain having to go -down there, I'd rather - but we have to - 'I .mean, I'm not enjoying it, I'm not Percy,' he .finished defiantly. 'I know you're not,' said -Harry and he grinned. But as Hermione and Ron(dragged their trunks, Crookshanks and a ,caged Pigwidgeon off towards the engine end /of the train, Harry felt an odd sense of loss. 'He had never travelled on the Hogwarts +Express without Ron. 'Come on,' Ginny told /him, 'if we get a move on we'll be able to save.them places.' 'Right,' said Harry, picking up ,Hedwig's cage in one hand and the handle of +his trunk in the other. They struggled off 'down the corridor, peering through the +glass-panelled doors into the compartments ,they passed, which were already full. Harry -could not help noticing that a lot of people +stared back at him with great interest and -that several of them nudged their neighbours +and pointed him out. After he had met this +behaviour in five consecutive carriages he +remembered that the Daily Prophet had been ,telling its readers all summer what a lying +show-off he was. He wondered dully whether &the people now staring and whispering 0believed the stories. In the very last carriage ,they met Neville Longbottom, Harry's fellow .fifth-year Gryffindor, his round face shining /with the effort of pulling his trunk along and %maintaining a one-handed grip on his 1struggling toad, Trevor. 'Hi, Harry,' he panted. 6'Hi, Ginny . . . everywhere's full . . . I can't find 2a seat . . . ' 'What are you talking about?' said -Ginny, who had squeezed past Neville to peer -into the compartment behind him. There's room,in this one, there's only Loony Lovegood in -here - ' Neville mumbled something about not 1wanting to disturb anyone. 'Don't be silly,' said1Ginny, laughing, 'she's all right.' She slid the -door open and pulled her trunk inside. Harry 4and Neville followed. 'Hi, Luna.' said Ginny, 'is it,OK if we take these seats?' The girl beside (the window looked up. She had straggly, +waist-length, dirty blonde hair, very pale ,eyebrows and protuberant eyes that gave her ,a permanently surprised look. Harry knew at )once why Neville had chosen to pass this -compartment by. The girl gave oil an aura of ,distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact ,that she had stuck her wand behind her left ,ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen +to wear a necklace of Butterbeer corks, or ,that she was reading a magazine upside-down.-Her eyes ranged over Neville and came to rest+on Harry. She nodded. Thanks,' said Ginny, -smiling at her. Harry and Neville stowed the -three trunks and Hedwig's cage in the luggage*rack and sat down. Luna watched them over +her upside-down magazine, which was called *The Quibbler. She did not seem to need to +blink as much as normal humans. She stared ,and stared at Harry, who had taken the seat -opposite her and now wished he hadn't. 'Had a-good summer, Luna?' Ginny asked. 'Yes,' said +Luna dreamily, without taking her eyes off /Harry. 'Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. 0You're Harry Potter,' she added. 'I know I am,' .said Harry. Neville chuckled. Luna turned her ,pale eyes on him instead. 'And I don't know )who you are.' 'I'm nobody,' said Neville 0hurriedly. 'No you're not,' said Ginny sharply. /'Neville Longbottom - Luna Lovegood. Luna's in (my year, but in Ravenclaw.' 'Wit beyond /measure is man's greatest treasure,' said Luna $in a singsong voice. She raised her )upside-down magazine high enough to hide ,her face and fell silent. Harry and Neville )looked at each other with their eyebrows -raised. Ginny suppressed a giggle. The train -rattled onwards, speeding them out into open /country. It was an odd, unsettled sort of day; -one moment the carriage was full of sunlight 'and the next they were passing beneath -ominously grey clouds. 'Guess what I got for %my birthday?' said Neville. 'Another )Remembrall?' said Harry, remembering the -marble-like device Neville's grandmother had -sent him in an effort to improve his abysmal 2memory. 'No,' said Neville. 'I could do with one, .though, I lost the old one ages ago . . . no, 0look at this . . .' He dug the hand that was not'keeping a firm grip on Trevor into his .schoolbag and after a little bit of rummaging ,pulled out what appeared to be a small grey ,cactus in a pot, except that it was covered 0with what looked like boils rather than spines. /'Mimbulus mimbletonia,' he said proudly. Harry 0stared at the thing. It was pulsating slightly, +giving it the rather sinister look of some 5diseased internal organ. 'It's really, really rare,' 0said Neville, beaming. 'I don't know if there's +one in the greenhouse at Hogwarts, even. I .can't wait to show it to Professor Sprout. My 0Great Uncle Algie got it for me in Assyria. I'm ,going to see if I can breed from it.' Harry *knew that Neville's favourite subject was /Herbology but for the life of him he could not )see what he would want with this stunted /little plant. 'Does it - er - do anything?' he 4asked. 'Loads of stuff!' said Neville proudly. 'It's*got an amazing defensive mechanism. Here, -hold Trevor for me . . .' He dumped the toad +into Harry's lap and took a quill from his (schoolbag. Luna Lovegood's popping eyes )appeared over the top of her upside-down *magazine again, to watch what Neville was /doing. Neville held the Mimbulus mimblctonia up+to his eyes, his tongue between his teeth, +chose his spot, and gave the plant a sharp 0prod with the tip of his quill. Liquid squirted /from every boil on the plant; thick, stinking, 0dark green jets of it. They hit the ceiling, the'windows, and spattered Luna Lovegood's -magazine; Ginny, who had flung her arms up in.front of her face just in time, merely looked -as though she was wearing a slimy green hat, %but Harry, whose hands had been busy 'preventing Trevor's escape, received a 1faceful. It smelled like rancid manure. Neville, )whose face and torso were also drenched, +shook his head to get the worst out of his /eyes. 'S - sorry,' he gasped. 'I haven't tried 2that before . . . didn't realise it would be quite-so . . . don't worry, though, Stinksap's not .poisonous,' he added nervously, as Harry spat ,a mouthful on to the floor. At that precise *moment the door of their compartment slid .open. 'Oh . . . hello, Harry,' said a nervous -voice. 'Urn . . . bad time?' Harry wiped the +lenses of his glasses with his Trevor-free 0hand. A very pretty girl with long, shiny black ,hair was standing in the doorway smiling at ,him: Cho Chang, the Seeker on the Ravenclaw 3Quidditch team. 'Oh . . . hi,' said Harry blankly. 6'Um . . .' said Cho. 'Well . . . just thought I'd say 0hello . . . bye then.' Rather pink in the face, (she closed the door and departed. Harry )slumped back in his seat and groaned. He -would have liked Cho to discover him sitting /with a group of very cool people laughing their.heads off at a joke he had just told; he would.not have chosen to be sitting with Neville and-Loony Lovegood, clutching a toad and dripping1in Stinksap. 'Never mind,' said Ginny bracingly. /'Look, we can easily get rid of all this.' She /pulled out her wand. 'Scourgify!' The Stinksap 2vanished. 'Sorry.' said Neville again, in a small ,voice. Ron and Hermione did not turn up for /nearly an hour, by which time the food trolley .had already gone by. Harry, Ginny and Neville ,had finished their pumpkin pasties and were +busy swapping Chocolate Frog Cards when the+compartment door slid open and they walked -in, accompanied by Crookshanks and a shrilly 0hooting Pigwidgeon in his cage. 'I'm starving,' ,said Ron, stowing Pigwidgeon next to Hedwig,)grabbing a Chocolate Frog from Harry and .throwing himself into the seat next to him. He,ripped open the wrapper, bit off the frog's -head and leaned back with his eyes closed as ,though he had had a very exhausting morning..'Well, there are two fifth-year prefects from .each house,' said Hermione, looking thoroughly0disgruntled as she took her seat. 'Boy and girl )from each.' 'And guess who's a Slytherin 0prefect?' said Ron, still with his eyes closed. -'Malfoy,' replied Harry at once, certain his .worst fear would be confirmed. 'Course,' said ,Ron bitterly, stuffing the rest of the Frog -into his mouth and taking another. 'And that -complete cow Pansy Parkinson,' said Hermione -viciously. 'How she got to be a prefect when 0she's thicker than a concussed troll . . . 'Who 0are Hufflepuff's?' Harry asked. 'Ernie Macmillan+and Hannah Abbott,' said Ron thickly. 'And &Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for ,Ravenclaw,' said Hermione. 'You went to the 0Yule Ball with Padma Patil,' said a vague voice.*Everyone turned to look at Luna Lovegood, ,who was gazing unblinkingly at Ron over the .top of The Quibbler. He swallowed his mouthful0of Frog. 'Yeah, I know I did,' he said, looking ,mildly surprised. 'She didn't enjoy it very -much,' Luna informed him. 'She doesn't think 'you treated her very well, because you 0wouldn't dance with her. I don't think I'd have /minded,' she added thoughtfully, 'I don't like -dancing very much.' She retreated behind The -Quibbler again. Ron stared at the cover with *his mouth hanging open for a few seconds, -then looked around at Ginny for some kind of 'explanation, but Ginny had stuffed her 0knuckles in her mouth to stop herself giggling. *Ron shook his head, bemused, then checked )his watch. 'We're supposed to patrol the -corridors every so often,' he told Harry and -Neville, 'and we can give out punishments if ,people are misbehaving. I can't wait to get /Crabbe and Goyle for something . . . ' 'You're +not supposed to abuse your position, Ron!' -said Hermione sharply. 'Yeah, right, because (Malfoy won't abuse it at all,' said Ron .sarcastically. 'So you're going to descend to 2his level?' 'No, I'm just going to make sure I get-his mates before he gets mine.' 'For heavens 4sake, Ron - ' 'I'll make Goyle do lines, it'll kill -him, he hates writing,' said Ron happily. He ,lowered his voice to Goyle's low grunt and, )screwing up his face in a look of pained 1concentration, mimed writing in midair. 'I . . .