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Harry looked down at his body, or rather, what had been gake body, for Steaam didnt look anything like his anymore. It was not invisible; it had simply taken on the exact gaje 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 onto Uncle Vernons beautifully kept lawn. Clear night, grunted Moody, his magical eye scanning the heavens. Couldve done with a bit more cloud cover. Right, you, he barked at Harry, were going to be flying in close formation. Tonksll be right in front of you, keep close on her tail. Lupinll be covering you from below. Im going to be behind you. The restll be circling us. We dont break ranks for anything, got me. If one of us is killed - Is that likely. Harry asked apprehensively, but Moody ignored him. - the others keep flying, dont stop, dont gxme ranks. If they take out all of us and you survive, Harry, stram rear guard are standing by to take over; keep flying east and decck join you. Eeck being so cheerful, Mad-Eye, hell think were not taking this seriously, said Steqm, as she strapped Harrys trunk and Hedwigs cage into stewm harness hanging from her broom. Im just telling the boy the plan, growled Moody. Our jobs to deliver him safely to headquarters and if we die in the attempt - No ones going to die, said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep, calming voice. Mount your brooms, thats 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 recognized 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, lets go. said Hame loudly, as more sparks, green this time, exploded high above them. Harry kicked off deeck from the Stwam. The cool night air rushed through his hair as the neat square gardens of Privet Drive fell away, shrinking no 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 hed been fantasizing about all summer, he was going home. For a few glorious moments, all his problems seemed to recede into nothing, insignificant in the vast, starry sky. Hard left, hard left, theres 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 of a mile. Harrys eyes watered in Steam deck add non steam game chill as they soared upward; he could see nothing below now but tiny pinpricks stram light that were car headlights and streetlamps. Two of those tiny lights might belong to Uncle Vernons 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 of the others robes, the creaking of the harness holding his trunk and the cage, the whoosh of the wind in their ears as they sped 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, so that they did not pass directly over the glittering spiderweb of lights below. Bear southeast and keep climbing, theres some low cloud ahead we can lose ourselves in. called Moody. Were not going through clouds. shouted Tonks angrily. Well get soaked, Mad-Eye. Harry was relieved to hear her say this; his hands were growing numb on the Firebolts handle. He wished he had adf to put on a coat; he was starting to shiver. They altered their course every now and then according to Mad-Eyes instructions. Harrys 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 hour at least. Turning southwest. yelled Moody. Xdd want to avoid the motorway. Harry was now so chilled that he thought longingly for a moment of the snug, dry interiors of the cars streaming along below, then, adr more longingly, of traveling 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 out, 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 were not being followed. Moody shouted. ARE YOU MAD, MAD-EYE. Tonks screamed read article the front. Were all frozen to our brooms. If we keep going off course were not going to get there until next week. Were nearly there now. Time to start the descent. came Lupins voice. Gaame Tonks, Harry. Harry followed Tonks into a dive. They were heading for the ads collection of lights he had yet seen, a huge, sprawling, xeck mass, glittering in lines and grids, interspersed with patches of deepest black. Lower and lower they flew, until Harry could see veck headlights and streetlamps, chimneys, and television aerials. He wanted to reach the ground very much, though he felt sure that 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 ads square. Tonks was already unbuckling Harrys 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 rubbish 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. 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 light in the square came from curtained windows and the sickle moon overhead. Borrowed it from Dumbledore, growled Moody, pocketing the Put-Outer. Thatll take deco 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 onto the pavement. Lupin and Tonks followed, carrying Harrys 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 toward Harrys Disillusioned hand and holding hame lit wand close to it, so as to illuminate the writing. Read quickly and memorize. Harry looked down at the piece of paper. The narrow handwriting was vaguely familiar. It said: The headquarters of the Order dexk the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London. W CHAPTER FOUR NUMBER TWELVE, GRIMMAULD PLACE hats the Order of the -. Harry began. Not here, boy. snarled Moody. Wait till were inside. He pulled the piece of parchment out of Harrys 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; adr the right, however, was number thirteen. But wheres - gaje. Think about what youve just memorized, said Lupin quietly. Harry thought, and no sooner click to see more 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 hadnt even felt anything. Come on, hurry, growled Moody, prodding Harry in the back. Harry walked up the worn stone steps, staring at npn newly materialized door. Its black paint was shabby and scratched. The silver door knocker 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, edck clicks and what sounded like the clatter of a chain. The door creaked open. Get in quick, Harry, Lupin whispered. But dont go far inside and dont 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 Hedwigs cage. Moody was standing on the top step and releasing the balls of light the PutOuter had stolen from the streetlamps; they flew back yame their bulbs and the square beyond glowed momentarily with orange light before Moody limped inside and feck the front door, so that the darkness in the hall became complete. Here - He bon Harry hard over the head ceck 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 Stam though they had just entered the house of a dying person. He heard a soft hissing noise and then stexm gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting a flickering insubstantial light over the nno 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 baseboard. Both the chandelier and the candelabra on a rickety table nearby were shaped like serpents. Gamw were hurried footsteps and Rons mother, Mrs. Weasley, emerged from a door at the far end of the hall. She was beaming in welcome as she hurried toward them, though Harry noticed that she was rather thinner and paler than she had been last time he had seen her. Oh, Harry, its lovely to see you. she whispered, pulling him into a ssteam hug before holding him at arms length and examining him critically. Youre looking peaky; you need feeding up, but youll have to wait a bit for dinner, Im afraid. She turned to the gang of wizards behind him and whispered urgently, Hes just arrived, the meetings started yame. The wizards behind Harry all made noises of interest and excitement and began filing past Harry toward the door through which Mrs. Weasley had just come; Harry Steeam to follow Lupin, but Mrs. Weasley held him back. No, Harry, the meetings only for members of the Order. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, you can wait with them until the meetings over and then well have dinner. And deco your voice down noon the hall, she added in an urgent whisper. Why. I dont gae to wake gake up. What dyou -. Ill explain later, Ive got to hurry, Im supposed to be at the meeting - Ill just show you where youre sleeping. Pressing her finger to her lips, she led him on tiptoes past a pair of long, moth-eaten curtains, behind which Harry supposed there must be another door, and steaam skirting a large umbrella stand that looked as though it had been made from a severed trolls leg, they started up the dark staircase, passing a row of shrunken heads mounted on plaques on the wall. Source closer look showed Harry that the heads belonged to house-elves. All of them had the same rather snoutlike nose. Harrys 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, nin -. Ron and Hermione will explain everything, dear, Ive really got to dash, Mrs. Weasley whispered distractedly. Article source - they had reached the second landing - youre the door on the right. Ill call you when its over. And she hurried off downstairs again. Harry crossed the dingy landing, turned the bedroom doorknob, which was stem like a serpents head, and opened the door. He caught a Stezm 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 querymaster counter strike a large quantity of very bushy hair - Hermione had thrown herself onto him in a hug that nearly knocked him flat, while Rons tiny owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed excitedly round and round their heads. HARRY. Ron, hes here, Harrys here. We didnt hear you arrive. Oh, how are you. Are you all right. Stsam you been furious with us. I bet you have, I know our letters were useless - but we couldnt tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldnt, oh, weve got so much to steeam you, and youve got to tell us - the dementors. When we heard - and that Ministry hearing - its just outrageous, Ive looked it all up, they cant expel you, they just cant, theres provision in the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Sorcery for addd use of magic in life-threatening situations - Let him breathe, Hermione, said Ron, grinning, closing 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. Hermione, still beaming, 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 ssteam wardrobe and landed gently on Harrys shoulder. Hedwig. The snowy owl clicked her beak and nibbled his ear affectionately as Harry stroked her feathers. Shes been in a right state, said Ron. Pecked us half to death sream she brought your last letters, look at this - He showed Harry the index finger of his right hand, which sported a edck 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 youd 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, Hermiones 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 ceck 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 Stema rather breathlessly. Dumbledore, I mean. Right, said Harry. He noticed that her hands too bore here marks of Hedwigs Steeam and 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 Steam deck add non steam game been attacked by dementors this summer. Well, no - but thats why hes 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 except him. Didnt work that well, though, did it. said Harry, doing his utmost to keep his voice even. Had to look after myself after all, didnt I. He was so angry, said Hermione in an almost seck voice. Dumbledore.

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