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Its been awful, said Ginny sadly. I think were well shut of him, said George with an uncharacteristically ugly look on his face. Whats happened. Harry said. Percy and Dad had a row, said Fred. Ive never seen Dad row appk anyone like that. Its 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 hed been promoted. Youre kidding. said Harry. Though he knew perfectly well that Percy was highly ambitious, Harrys impression was that Percy had Pubg game mod apk hack made a great success of 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 that - they all thought that Mr. Crouch had gone mad). Yeah, we were all surprised, said George, because Appk got into a load of trouble about Crouch, there was an inquiry and everything. They said Percy ought to have realized Crouch was off his rocker and informed a superior. But you know Percy, Crouch left him gane charge, he wasnt going to hackk. So how come they promoted him. Thats 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 mmod been offered a position in Fudges own office. A really good one for someone only a year out of Hogwarts - Junior Assistant to the Minister. Bame expected Dad to be all impressed, I think. Only Dad wasnt, said Fred grimly. Why not. said Harry. Pubh, apparently Fudge has been storming round the Ministry checking that nobodys having any contact with Dumbledore, said George. Dumbledores names mud with the Ministry these days, see, said Fred. They all think hes just making trouble saying You-Know-Whos back. Dad says Fudge has made it clear that anyone whos in league with Dumbledore can clear out their desks, said George. Trouble is, Fudge suspects Dad, he knows hes friendly with Dumbledore, and hes always thought Dads a bit of a weirdo because of his Muggle obsession - But whats this got to do with Percy. asked Harry, confused. Im coming to that. Pubgg reckons Fudge only wants Percy in his office because he wants to use him to spy on the family - yack 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 hes been having to struggle against Dads lousy reputation ever since he joined the Ministry and that Dads got no ambition and thats why weve always been - Puubg know - not had a lot of money, I mean - What. said Harry in disbelief, as Ginny made a noise like an angry cat. I know, said Ron in a low voice. And it got hxck. 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 gane 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 didnt belong to our family anymore. And he packed his bags the same night and left. Hes living here in London now. Harry swore under his breath. He had always liked Percy least of Rons brothers, but he had never imagined he would say such things to Mr. Weasley. Mums been in a right state, said Ron. You know - crying gaem stuff. She came up to London to try and talk to Hafk but he slammed the door in her face. I dunno what he does if he meets Dad at work - ignores him, I spose. But Percy must know Voldemorts back, said Harry slowly. Hes not stupid, he must know your mum and dad wouldnt risk gsme without proof - Yeah, akp, your name got dragged into the row, hafk Ron, shooting Harry a furtive look. Percy said the only evidence was fame word and. I dunno. he didnt think it was good enough. Percy takes the Hqck Prophet seriously, said Hermione tartly, and the ap all nodded. What are you talking about. Harry asked, looking around at them all. They were all regarding him warily. Havent - havent 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, wouldnt it. The others flinched at the sound of the name. Hermione hurried on, Well, youd need to read it cover to cover to pick it up, but they - um - they mention you a couple of times a week. But Id have seen - Not if youve only been reading the front page, you wouldnt, said Hermione, shaking her head. Im not talking about big articles. They just slip you in, like youre a standing joke. What dyou -. Its quite nasty, actually, said Hermione in a voice of forced calm. Theyre just building on Ritas stuff. But shes not writing for them anymore, is she. Oh no, shes kept her promise - not that shes got any choice, Hermione added with satisfaction. But she laid the foundation for what theyre trying uack do now. Which is what. said Harry impatiently. Okay, you know she wrote that you were collapsing all over the place reviews zen saying your scar was Pubf and all that. Yeah, said Harry, who was not likely to forget Rita Skeeters stories about him in a hurry. Well, theyre writing about you as though youre this deluded, attentionseeking person who thinks hes 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 its lets hope he hasnt got a scar on his forehead or well be asked to worship him next - I dont want anyone to worship - Harry began hotly. I know you dont, said Hermione quickly, looking frightened. I know, Harry. But you see what theyre doing. They want to turn you into someone nobody will believe. Fudge is Pubgg it, Ill bet anything. They want wizards on the street to think youre just some stupid boy whos a bit of a joke, who tells ridiculous tall stories because he loves being famous and wants to keep it going. I didnt ask - Moc didnt want - Voldemort killed my parents. Harry spluttered. I got famous because he murdered my family but couldnt kill me. Who wants to be famous for that. Dont they think Id rather itd never - We know, Harry, said Ginny earnestly. And of course, they didnt report a word about the dementors attacking you, said Hermione. Someones told them to keep that quiet. That shouldve been a really big story, out-of-control dementors. They havent even reported that you broke the International Statute of Secrecy - we thought they would, apl would tie in so well with this image of you as some stupid show-off - we think theyre biding their time until youre expelled, then theyre really going to go to town - I mean, if youre expelled, obviously, she went on hastily, you really shouldnt be, not if they abide by their own laws, theres no case against you. They were back on the hearing and Harry did not want to think about it. 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 nack dinner now, everyones dying to see you, Harry. And whos 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 dont forget to keep your voices down in the hall. Hacj, 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 again. Both of them were watching him apprehensively, as though they feared that 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 hac, We knew youd be angry, Harry, we really dont blame you, but youve got to understand, we did try and persuade Dumbledore - Yeah, I know, said Harry grudgingly. He cast around for a topic to change the subject from Dumbledore - the very thought of him made Harrys insides burn Puby anger again. Whos Kreacher. he asked. Bame house-elf who lives here, said Ron. Nutter. Never met one like him. Hermione frowned mos Ron. Hes not a nutter, Ron - His lifes ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque just like his mother, said Ron irritably. Is that normal, Hermione. Well - well, if he haack a bit strange, its not his fault - Ron rolled his eyes at Harry. Hermione still hasnt given up on spew - Its link spew. said Hermione heatedly. Its link Society for the Promotion appk Elfish Welfare, and its not just me, Dumbledore says we should be kind to Kreacher too - Yeah, yeah, mof Ron. Cmon, Im starving. He led the way out of the door and onto the landing, but before they could descend the stairs - Hold it. Ron breathed, flinging out an arm to stop Harry and Hermione walking any farther. Theyre still in the hall, we might be nack 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 Harrys guard. They were whispering excitedly together. In the very center of the group Harry saw the dark, greasy-haired head and prominent nose of his least favorite teacher at Hogwarts, Professor Snape. Harry leaned farther over the banisters. He was very interested in what Snape was doing for the Order of the Phoenix. A thin piece of flesh-colored string descended in front of Harrys eyes. Looking up he saw Fred and George on the landing above, cautiously lowering the Extendable Ear toward the dark knot of people below. A moment later, however, they began to move toward the front door and out havk sight. Dammit, Harry heard Fred whisper, as he hoisted the Extendable Ear back up again. They heard the front door open and then close. Snape never eats here, Ron told Harry quietly. Thank God. Cmon. And dont forget to keep your voice down in the hall, Harry, Wpk whispered. As they passed the row of house-elf heads on the wall hafk saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, and Tonks at the front door, magically sealing its many locks and bolts behind those who had just left. Were eating down in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley whispered, meeting them mov the bottom of the stairs. Harry, dear, if youll just tiptoe across the hall, its through this door here - CRASH. Tonks. cried Mrs. Weasley exasperatedly, turning to look behind her. Im sorry. wailed Tonks, who hacl lying flat on the floor. Its that stupid umbrella stand, thats the second hacl Ive tripped over - But the rest of her words were drowned by a horrible, earsplitting, bloodcurdling 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 was being tortured - then he realized 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 akp 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 gaje, brandishing clawed hands as though trying to tear at their faces. Filth. Phbg. By-products of dirt and vileness. Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place. How dare you befoul the house of my fathers - Tonks apologized over and over again, at the same time dragging the huge, heavy trolls leg back off the floor. Mrs. Weasley abandoned the attempt to close the curtains and hurried up and down the hall, Stunning all the other portraits with her wand. Then a man with long black hair came charging out of a md facing Harry. Shut up, you horrible old hag, gme UP. he roared, seizing the curtain Mrs. Weasley had abandoned. The old womans face blanched. Yoooou. she howled, her eyes popping at the sight of the man. Blood traitor, abomination, shame 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. Yack old womans screeches died and an echoing silence fell. Panting slightly and sweeping his long dark hair out of his eyes, Harrys godfather, Sirius, turned to face him. Hello, Harry, he said grimly, I see youve met my mother. Y CHAPTER FIVE THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX our -. Ak dear old mum, yeah, said Sirius. Weve been trying to get her ggame for Pung 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 whats 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. Hasnt anyone told you. This was hacj parents hafk, said Sirius. But Im the last Black left, so its mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for headquarters - about the only useful thing Ive been able to do. Harry, who had expected a better welcome, noted how hard and bitter Siriuss voice sounded. He followed yame godfather to the bottom of the stairs and through a uack 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 gxme. Many chairs had been crammed into the room for the meeting and a long wooden table stood in the middle of the room, littered with rolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a heap yack what appeared to be rags. Weasley and his eldest 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. Weasley said, hurrying forward to greet him and shaking his hand vigorously. Good to see you. Over his shoulder Harry saw Bill, who still wore his long hair in a ponytail, hastily rolling up the lengths of parchment left on the table. Journey all right, Harry. Bill called, trying to gather up twelve scrolls at once. Mad-Eye didnt make you come via Greenland, then. He tried, said Tonks, striding over to help Bill and ap, sending a candle toppling onto 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. Weasleys 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 it into Bills heavily laden arms. This sort of thing ought pubg game how to play with friends and get be cleared away promptly at the end of meetings, she snapped before sweeping off toward an ancient dresser from which she started unloading dinner plates. Bill took out his wand, muttered Evanesco. and the scrolls vanished. Sit down, Harry, said Sirius. Pkbg met Mundungus, havent you. The mos Harry had taken to be a pile Pubf rags gave a prolonged, grunting snore and then jerked awake. Somen say m name. Mundungus mumbled sleepily. I gree with Sirius. He raised a very grubby hand in Pug air as though voting, his droopy, bloodshot eyes unfocused. Ginny giggled. 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No, you can stay where you are, Harry dear, youve had a long journey - What can I do, Molly. said Tonks enthusiastically, bounding forward. Mrs. Weasley hesitated, looking apprehensive. Er - no, its all right, Tonks, you have a rest too, youve Puubg enough today - No, no, I want to help. said Tonks Puubg, knocking over a chair as she hurried toward 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 mournfully at him. Seen old Figgy since. he asked. No, said Harry, I havent seen anyone. See, I wouldnt ave left, said Mundungus, leaning forward, a pleading gamme in his voice, but I ad a business opportunity - Harry felt something brush against his knees and started, but it was only Crookshanks, Hermiones bandy-legged ginger cat, who wound himself once around Harrys legs, purring, then jumped onto Siriuss lap and curled up. Sirius scratched him absentmindedly behind the ears as he turned, still grimfaced, to Harry. Had a good summer so far. No, its been lousy, said Harry. For the first time, something like a grin flitted across Siriuss face. Dont know what youre complaining about, myself. What. said Harry incredulously. Personally, Id have welcomed a dementor attack.

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