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He was walking down a deserted corridor toward a plain black door, past rough stone walls, torches, and an open doorway onto a flight of stone steps leading downstairs on the left. He reached the black door but could not open it. He stood gazing at it, desperate for entry. Something he wanted with all his heart lay beyond. A prize beyond his dreams. If only his scar would stop prickling. then he would be able to think more clearly. Harry, said Rons voice, from far, far away, Mum says dinners ready, but shell save you something if you want to stay in bed. Harry opened his eyes, but Ron had already left the room. He doesnt want to be on his own with Apex plaza forbury road reading, Harry thought. Not after what he heard Moody say. He supposed none of them would want him there anymore now that they knew what Apex plaza forbury road reading inside him. He would not go down to dinner; he would not inflict his company upon them. He turned over onto his other side and after a while dropped back off to sleep, waking much later in the early hours of the morning, with his insides aching with hunger, and Ron snoring in the next bed. Squinting around the room he saw the dark outline of Phineas Nigellus standing again in his portrait and it occurred to Harry that Dumbledore had probably set Phineas Nigellus to watch over him, in case he attacked somebody else. The feeling of being unclean intensified. He half wished he had not obeyed Dumbledore and stayed. If this was how life was going to be in Grimmauld Place from now on, maybe he would be better off in Privet Drive after all. Everybody else spent the following morning putting up Christmas decorations. Harry could not remember Sirius ever being in such a good mood; he was actually singing carols, apparently delighted that he was to have company over Christmas. Harry could hear his voice echoing up through the floor in the cold and empty drawing room where he was sitting alone, watching the sky outside the windows growing whiter, threatening snow, all the time feeling a savage pleasure that he was giving the others the opportunity to keep talking about him, as they were bound to be doing. When he heard Mrs. Weasley calling his name softly up the stairs around lunchtime he retreated farther upstairs and ignored her. It was around six oclock in the evening that the doorbell rang and Mrs. Black started screaming again. Assuming that Mundungus or some other Order member had come to call, Harry merely settled himself more comfortably against the wall of Buckbeak the hippogriffs room where he was hiding, trying to ignore how hungry he felt as he fed Buckbeak dead rats. It came as a slight shock when somebody hammered hard on the door a few minutes later. I know youre in there, said Hermiones voice. Will you please come out. I want to talk to you. What are you doing here. Harry asked her, pulling open the door, as Buckbeak resumed his scratching at the straw-strewn floor for any fragments of rat he might have dropped. I thought you were skiing with your mum and dad. Well, to tell the truth, skiings not really my thing, said Hermione. So Ive come for Christmas. There was snow in her hair and her face was pink with cold. But dont tell Ron that, I told him its really good because he kept laughing so much. Anyway, Mum and Dad are a bit disappointed, but Ive told them that everyone whos serious about the exams is staying at Hogwarts to study. They want me to do well, theyll understand. Anyway, she said briskly, lets go to your bedroom, Rons mums lit a fire in there and shes sent up sandwiches. Harry followed her back to the second floor. When he entered the bedroom he was rather surprised to see both Ron and Ginny waiting for them, sitting on Rons bed. I came on the Knight Bus, said Hermione airily, pulling off her jacket before Harry had time to speak. Dumbledore told me what had happened first thing yesterday morning, but I had to wait for term to end officially before setting off. Umbridge is already livid that you lot disappeared right under her nose, even though Dumbledore told her Mr. Weasley was in St. Mungos, and hed given you all permission to visit. So. She sat down next to Ginny, and the two girls and Ron looked up at Harry. Howre you feeling. asked Hermione. Fine, said Harry stiffly. Oh, dont lie, Harry, she said impatiently. Ron and Ginny say youve been hiding from everyone since you got back from St. Mungos. They do, do they. said Harry, glaring at Ron and Ginny. Ron looked down at his feet but Ginny seemed quite unabashed. Well, you have. she said. And you wont look at any of us. Its you lot who wont look at me. said Harry angrily. Maybe youre taking it in turns to look and keep missing each other, suggested Hermione, the corners of her mouth twitching. Very funny, snapped Harry, turning away. Oh, stop feeling all misunderstood, said Hermione sharply. Look, the others have told me what you overheard last night on the Extendable Ears - Yeah. growled Harry, his hands deep in his pockets as he watched the snow now falling thickly outside. All been talking about me, have you. Well, Im getting used to it. We wanted to talk to you, Harry, said Ginny, but as youve been hiding ever since we got back - I didnt want anyone to talk to me, said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled. Well, that was a bit stupid of you, said Ginny angrily, seeing as you dont know anyone but me whos been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels. Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her. I forgot, he said. Lucky you, said Ginny coolly. Im sorry, Harry said, and he meant it. So. so do you think Im being possessed, then. Well, can you remember everything youve been doing. Ginny asked. Are there big blank periods where you dont know what youve been up to. Harry racked his brains. No, he said. Then You-Know-Who hasnt ever possessed you, said Ginny simply. When he did it to me, I couldnt remember what Id been doing for hours at a continue reading. Id find myself somewhere and not know how I got there. Harry hardly dared believe her, yet his heart was lightening almost in spite of himself. That dream I had about your dad and the snake, though - Harry, youve had these dreams before, Hermione said. You had flashes of what Voldemort was up to last year. This was different, said Harry, shaking his head. I was inside that snake. It was like I was the snake. What if Voldemort somehow transported me to London -. One day, said Hermione, sounding thoroughly exasperated, youll read Hogwarts: A History, and perhaps that will remind you that you cant Apparate or Disapparate inside Hogwarts. Even Voldemort couldnt just make you fly out of your dormitory, Harry. You didnt leave your bed, mate, said Ron. I saw you thrashing around in your sleep about a minute before we could wake you up. Harry started pacing up and down the room again, thinking. What they were all saying was not only comforting, it made sense. Without really thinking he took a click from the plate on the bed and crammed it hungrily into his mouth. Im not the weapon after all, thought Harry. His heart swelled with happiness and relief, and he felt like joining in as they heard Sirius tramping past their door toward Buckbeaks room, singing God Rest Ye Merry, Hippogriffs at the top of his voice. How could he have dreamed of returning to Privet Drive for Christmas. Siriuss delight at having the house full again, and especially at having Harry back, was infectious. He was no longer their sullen host of the summer; now he seemed determined that everyone should enjoy themselves as much, if not more, than they would have done at Hogwarts, and he worked tirelessly in the run-up to Christmas Day, cleaning and decorating with their help, so that by the time they all went to bed on Christmas Eve the house was barely recognizable. The tarnished chandeliers were no longer hung with cobwebs but with garlands of holly and gold and silver streamers; magical snow glittered in heaps over the threadbare carpets; a great Christmas tree, obtained by Mundungus and decorated with live fairies, blocked Siriuss family tree from view; and even the stuffed elf heads on the hall wall wore Father Christmas hats and beards. Harry awoke on Christmas see more to find a stack of presents at the foot of his bed and Ron already halfway through opening his own, rather larger, pile. Good haul this year, he informed Harry through a cloud of paper. Thanks for the Broom Compass, its excellent, beats Hermiones - shes got me a homework planner - Harry sorted through his presents and found one with Hermiones handwriting on it. She Apex plaza forbury road reading given him too a book that resembled a diary, except that it said things like Do it today or later youll pay. every time he opened a page. Sirius and Lupin had given Harry a set of excellent books entitled Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts, which had superb, moving color illustrations of all the counterjinxes and hexes it described. Harry flicked through the first volume eagerly; he could see it was going to be highly useful in his plans for the D. Hagrid had sent a furry brown wallet that had fangs, which were presumably supposed to be an antitheft device, but unfortunately prevented Harry putting any money in without getting his fingers ripped off. Tonkss present was a small, working model of a Firebolt, which Harry watched fly around the room, wishing he still had his full-size version; Ron had given him an enormous box of Every-Flavor Beans; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley the usual hand-knitted jumper and some mince pies; and Dobby, a truly dreadful painting that Harry suspected had been done by the elf himself. He had just turned it upside down to see whether it looked better that way when, with a loud crack, Fred and George Apparated at the foot of his bed. Merry Christmas, said George. Dont go downstairs for a bit. Why not. said Ron. Mums crying again, said Fred heavily. Percy sent back his Christmas jumper. Without a note, added George. Hasnt asked how Dad is or visited him or anything. We tried to comfort her, said Fred, moving around the bed to look at Harrys portrait. Told her Percys nothing more than a humongous pile of rat droppings - - didnt work, said George, helping himself to a Chocolate Frog. So Lupin took over. Best let him cheer her up before we go down for breakfast, I read article. Whats that supposed to be anyway. asked Fred, squinting at Dobbys painting. Looks like a gibbon with two black eyes. Its Harry. said George, pointing at the back of the picture. Says so on the back. Good likeness, said Fred, grinning. Harry threw his new homework diary at him; it hit the wall opposite and fell to the floor where it said happily, If youve dotted the is and crossed the ts then you may do whatever you please. They got up and dressed; they could hear various inhabitants of the house calling Merry Christmas to each other. On their way downstairs they met Hermione. Thanks for the book, Harry. she said happily. Ive been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages. And that perfume is really unusual, Ron. No problem, said Ron. Whos that for anyway. he added, nodding at the neatly wrapped present she was carrying. Kreacher, said Hermione brightly. It had better not be clothes. said Ron warningly. You know what Sirius said, Kreacher knows too much, we cant set him free. It isnt clothes, said Hermione, although if I had my https://strategygames.cloud/apex-legends/next-season-of-apex-legends.php Id certainly give him something to wear other than that filthy old rag. No, its a patchwork quilt, I thought it would brighten up his bedroom. What bedroom. said Harry, dropping his voice to a whisper as they were passing the portrait of Siriuss mother. Well, Sirius says its not so much a bedroom, more a kind of - den, said Hermione. Apparently he sleeps under the boiler in that cupboard off the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there. She was standing at the stove and sounded as though she had a bad head cold when she wished them Merry Christmas, and they all averted their eyes. So, this is Kreachers bedroom. said Ron, strolling over to a dingy door in the corner opposite the pantry which Harry had never seen open. Yes, said Hermione, now sounding a little nervous. Er. I think wed better knock. Ron rapped the door with his knuckles but there was no reply. He must be sneaking around upstairs, he said, and without further ado pulled open the door. Urgh. Harry peered inside. Most of the cupboard was taken up with a very large and old-fashioned boiler, but in the foots space underneath the pipes Kreacher had made himself something that looked like a nest. A jumble of assorted rags and smelly old blankets were piled on the floor and the small dent in the middle of it showed where Kreacher curled up to sleep every night. Here and there among the material were stale bread crusts and moldy old bits of cheese. In a far corner glinted small objects and coins that Harry guessed Kreacher had saved, magpielike, from Siriuss purge of the house, and he had also managed to retrieve the silver-framed family photographs that Sirius had thrown away over the summer. Their glass might be shattered, but still the little black-and-white people inside them peered haughtily up at him, including - he felt a little jolt in pubg apk for laptop stomach - the dark, heavy-lidded woman whose trial he had witnessed in Dumbledores Pensieve: Bellatrix Lestrange. By the looks of it, hers was Kreachers favorite photograph; he had placed it to the fore of all the others and had mended the glass clumsily with Spellotape. I think Ill just leave his present here, said Hermione, laying the package neatly in the middle of the depression in the rags and blankets and closing the door quietly. Hell find it later, thatll be fine. Come to think of it, said Sirius, emerging from the pantry carrying a large turkey as they closed the cupboard door, has anyone actually seen Kreacher lately. I havent seen him since the night we came back here, said Harry. You were ordering him out of the kitchen. Yeah. said Sirius, frowning. You know, I think thats the last time I saw him, too. He must be hiding upstairs somewhere. He couldnt have left, could he. said Harry. I mean, when you said out, maybe he thought you meant, get out of the house. No, no, house-elves cant leave unless theyre given clothes, theyre tied to their familys house, said Sirius. They can leave the house if they really want to, Harry contradicted him. Dobby did, he left the Malfoys to give me warnings three years ago. He had to punish himself afterward, but he still managed it. Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, Ill look for him later, I expect Ill find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mothers old bloomers or something. 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Mrs. Weasley hesitated at the point of getting inside; Harry knew that her disapproval of Mundungus was battling with her dislike of traveling without magic; finally the cold outside and her childrens pleading triumphed, and she settled herself into the backseat between Fred and Bill with good grace. The journey to St. Mungos was quite quick, as there was very little traffic on the roads. A small trickle of witches and wizards were creeping furtively up the otherwise deserted street to visit the hospital. Harry and the others got out of the car, and Mundungus drove off around the corner to wait for them; they strolled casually toward the window where the dummy in green nylon stood, then, one by one, stepped through the glass.

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