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I am setting out for St. Mungos now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum. George looked around the table. Still alive. he said slowly. But that makes it sound. He did not need to finish the sentence. It sounded to Harry too as though Mr. Weasley was hovering somewhere between life and death. Still exceptionally pale, Ron stared at the back of his mothers letter as though it might speak words of comfort to him. Fred pulled the parchment out of Georges hands and read it for himself, then looked up at Harry, who felt his hand shaking on his butterbeer bottle again and clenched it more tightly to stop the trembling. If Harry had ever sat through a longer night than this one he could not remember it. Sirius suggested once that they all go to bed, but without any real conviction, and the Weasleys looks of disgust were answer enough. They mostly sat in silence around the table, watching the candle wick sinking lower and lower into liquid wax, now and then raising bottles to their lips, speaking only to check the time, to wonder aloud what was happening, and to reassure one another that if there was bad news, they would know straightaway, for Mrs. Weasley must long since have arrived at St. Mungos. Fred fell into a doze, his head sagging sideways onto his shoulder. Ginny was curled like a cat on her chair, but her eyes were open; Harry could see them reflecting the firelight. Ron was sitting with his head in his hands, whether awake or asleep it was impossible to tell. And he and Sirius looked at each other every so often, intruders upon the family grief, waiting. waiting. And then, at ten past five in the morning by Rons watch, the door swung open and Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen. She was extremely pale, but when they all turned to look at her, Fred, Ron, and Harry half-rising from their chairs, she gave a wan smile. Hes going to be all right, she said, her voice weak with tiredness. Hes sleeping. We can all go and see him later. Bills sitting with him now, hes going to take the morning off work. Fred fell back into his chair with his hands over his face. George and Ginny got up, walked swiftly over to their mother, and hugged her. Ron gave a very shaky laugh and downed the rest of his butterbeer in one. Breakfast. said Sirius loudly and joyfully, jumping to his feet. Wheres that accursed house-elf. Kreacher. KREACHER. But Kreacher did not answer the summons. Oh, forget it, then, muttered Sirius, counting the people in front of him. So its breakfast for - lets see - seven. Bacon and eggs, I think, and some tea, and toast - Harry hurried over to the stove to help. He did not want to intrude upon the Weasleys happiness, and he dreaded the moment when Mrs. Weasley would ask him to recount his vision. However, he had barely taken plates from the dresser when Mrs. Weasley lifted them out of his hands and pulled him into a hug. I dont know what would have happened if it hadnt been for you, Harry, she said in a muffled voice. They might not have found Arthur for hours, and then it would have been too late, but thanks to you hes alive and Dumbledores been able to think up a good cover story for Arthur being where he was, youve no idea what trouble he would have been in otherwise, look at poor Sturgis. Harry could hardly stand her gratitude, but fortunately she soon released him to turn to Sirius and thank him for looking after her children through the night. Sirius said that he was very pleased to have been able to help, and hoped they would all stay with him as long as Mr. Weasley was in hospital. Oh, Sirius, Im so grateful. They think hell be there a little while and it would be wonderful trend micro apex one que es be nearer. Of course, that might mean were here for Christmas. The more the merrier. said Sirius with such obvious sincerity that Mrs. Weasley beamed at him, threw on an apron, and began to help with breakfast. Sirius, Harry muttered, unable to stand it a moment longer. Can I have a quick word. Er - now. He walked into the dark pantry and Sirius followed. Without preamble Harry told his godfather every detail of the vision he had had, including the fact that he himself had been the snake who had attacked Mr. Weasley. When he paused for breath, Sirius said, Did you tell Dumbledore this. Yes, said Harry impatiently, but he didnt tell me what it meant. Well, he doesnt tell me anything anymore. Im sure he would have told you if it was anything to worry about, said Sirius steadily. But thats not all, said Harry in a voice only a little above a whisper. Sirius, I. I think Im going mad. Back in Dumbledores office, just before we took the Portkey. for a couple of seconds there I thought I was a snake, I felt like one - my scar really hurt when I was looking at Dumbledore - Sirius, I wanted to attack him - He could only see a sliver of Siriuss face; the rest was in darkness. It must have been the aftermath of the vision, thats all, said Sirius. You were still thinking of the dream or whatever it was and - It wasnt that, said Harry, shaking his head. It was like something rose up inside me, like theres a snake inside me - You need to sleep, said Sirius firmly. Youre going to have breakfast and then go upstairs to bed, and then you can go and see Arthur after lunch with the others. Youre in shock, Harry; youre blaming yourself for something you only witnessed, and its lucky you did witness it or Arthur might have died. Just stop worrying. He clapped Harry on the shoulder and left the pantry, leaving Harry standing alone in the dark. 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Everybody except Harry was riotously happy and talkative as they changed out of their robes into jeans and sweatshirts, and they greeted Tonks and Mad-Eye, who had turned up to escort them across London, gleefully laughing at the bowler hat See more was wearing at an angle to conceal his magical eye and assuring him, truthfully, that Tonks, whose hair was short and bright pink again, would attract far less attention on the underground. Tonks was very interested in Harrys vision of the attack on Mr. Weasley, something he was not remotely interested in discussing. There isnt any Seer blood in your family, is there. she inquired curiously, as they sat side by side on a train rattling toward the heart of the city. No, said Harry, thinking of Professor Trelawney and feeling insulted. No, said Tonks musingly, no, I suppose its not really prophecy youre doing, is it. I mean, youre not seeing the future, youre seeing the present. Its odd, isnt it. Useful, though. Harry did not answer; fortunately they got out at the next stop, a station in the very heart of London, and in the bustle of leaving the train he was able to allow Fred and George to get between himself and Tonks, who was leading the way. They all followed her up the escalator, Moody clunking along at the back of the group, his bowler tilted low and one gnarled hand stuck in between the buttons of his coat, clutching his wand. Harry thought he sensed the concealed eye staring hard at him; trying to deflect more questions about his dream he asked Mad-Eye where St. Mungos was hidden. Not far from here, grunted Moody as they stepped out into the wintry air on a broad store-lined street packed with Christmas shoppers. He pushed Harry a little ahead of him and stumped along just behind; Harry knew the eye was rolling in all directions under the tilted hat. Wasnt easy to find a good location for a hospital. Nowhere in Diagon Alley was big enough and we couldnt have it underground like the Ministry - unhealthy. In the end they managed to here hold of a building up here. Theory was sick wizards could come and go and just blend in with the crowd. He seized Harrys shoulder to prevent them being separated by a gaggle of shoppers plainly intent on nothing but making it into a nearby shop full of electrical gadgets. Here we go, said Moody a moment later. They had arrived outside a large, old-fashioned, red brick department store called Purge and Dowse Ltd. The place had a shabby, miserable air; the window displays consisted of a few chipped dummies with their wigs askew, standing at random and modeling fashions at least ten years out of date. Large signs on all the dusty doors read CLOSED FOR REFURBISHMENT. Harry distinctly heard a large woman laden with plastic shopping bags say to her friend as they passed, Its never open, that place. Right, said Tonks, beckoning them forward to a window displaying nothing but a particularly ugly female dummy whose false eyelashes were hanging off and who was modeling a green nylon pinafore dress. Everybody ready. They nodded, clustering around her; Moody gave Harry another shove between the shoulder blades to urge him forward and Tonks leaned close to the glass, looking up at the very ugly dummy and said, her breath steaming up the glass, Wotcher. Were here to see Arthur Weasley. For a split second, Harry thought how absurd it was for Tonks to expect the dummy to hear her talking that quietly through a sheet of glass, when there were buses rumbling along behind her and all the racket of a street full of shoppers. Then he reminded himself that dummies could not hear anyway. Next second his mouth opened in shock as the dummy gave a tiny nod, beckoned its jointed finger, and Tonks had seized Ginny and Mrs. Weasley by the elbows, stepped right through the glass and vanished. 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The room was scarcely less quiet than the street outside, for many of the patients were making very peculiar noises. A sweatyfaced witch in the center of the front row, who was fanning herself vigorously with a copy of the Daily Prophet, kept letting off a high-pitched whistle as steam came pouring out of her mouth, and a grubby-looking warlock in the corner clanged like a bell every time he moved, and with each clang his head vibrated horribly, so that he had to seize himself by the ears and hold it steady. Witches and wizards in lime-green robes were walking up and down the rows, asking questions and making notes on clipboards like Umbridges. Harry noticed the emblem embroidered on their chests: a wand and bone, crossed. Are they doctors. he asked Ron quietly. Doctors. said Ron, looking startled. Those Muggle nutters that cut people up. Nah, theyre Healers. 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