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With a grin at the thought of what Hermione would say if she could see the statue of the elf, Harry turned his money bag upside down and emptied not just ten Galleons, but the whole contents into the pool at the statues feet. 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 they all knew Id get off, said Harry, smiling. Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were Call of duty world at war officers a kind of war dance to a chant that went He got off, he got off, he got off - Thats enough, settle down. shouted Mr. Weasley, though he too was smiling. Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry - What. said Sirius sharply. He got off, he got off, he got off - Be quiet, you three. Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudges office together. Dumbledore ought to know. Absolutely, said Sirius. Well tell him, dont worry. Well, Id better get going, theres a vomiting toilet in Bethnal Green waiting for me. Molly, Ill be late, Im covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner - He got off, he got off, he got off - Thats 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 number twelve, Grimmauld Place, and Harrys 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 potatoes onto everyones plates. Yeah, he swung it for me, said Harry. He felt that it would sound highly ungrateful, not to mention childish, to say, I wish hed talked to me, though. Or even looked at me. And as he thought this, the scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand to it. Whats up. said Hermione, looking alarmed. Scar, Harry mumbled. But its 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 Harrys narrow escape; Fred, George, and Ginny were still singing. Hermione looked rather anxious, but before she could say anything, Ron said happily, I bet Dumbledore turns up this evening to celebrate with us, you know. I dont think hell be able to, Ron, said Mrs. Weasley, setting a huge plate of roast chicken down in front of Harry. Hes really very this web page 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 Harrys 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 mothers room with Buckbeak. Dont you go feeling guilty. said Hermione sternly, after Harry had confided some of his feelings to her and Ron while they scrubbed out a moldy cupboard on the third floor a few days later. You belong at Hogwarts and Sirius knows it. Personally, I think hes being selfish. Thats a bit harsh, Hermione, said Ron, frowning as he attempted to prize off a bit of mold that had apex legends best to play itself firmly to his finger, you wouldnt want to be stuck inside this house without company. Hell have company. said Hermione. Its headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix, isnt it. He just got his hopes up that Harry would be coming to live here with him. I dont think thats true, said Harry, wringing out his cloth. He wouldnt give me a straight answer when I asked him if I could. He just didnt 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 youd be expelled. Then youd both be outcasts together. Come off it. said Harry and Ron together, but Hermione merely shrugged. Suit yourselves. But I sometimes think Rons mums right, and Sirius gets confused about whether youre you or your father, Harry. So you think hes touched in the head. said Harry heatedly. No, I just think hes been very lonely for a long time, said Hermione simply. At this point Mrs. Weasley entered the bedroom behind them. 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. Dyou know how much mold weve 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 fit to live in. I feel like a house-elf, grumbled Ron. Well, now that you understand what dreadful lives they lead, perhaps youll be a bit more active in S. said Hermione hopefully, as Mrs. Weasley left them to it again. You know, maybe it wouldnt be a bad idea to show people exactly how horrible it is to clean all the time - we could do a sponsored scrub of Gryffindor common room, all proceeds to S.it would raise awareness as well as funds - Ill 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 was that living at the headquarters of the anti-Voldemort movement was not nearly as interesting or exciting as Harry would have expected before hed experienced it. Though members of the Order of the Phoenix came and went regularly, sometimes staying for meals, sometimes only for a few minutes 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 Hedwigs owl droppings from the top of the wardrobe source 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 theyd forgotten, they usually come much earlier than this. Harry swept the last of the droppings into a rubbish bag and threw the bag over Rons 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 that he didnt even fall off his chair. We were just wondering who assigned the Slinkhard book, said Fred conversationally. Because it means Dumbledores found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, said George. And about time too, said Fred. What dyou 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 whats happened to the last four. said George. One sacked, one dead, ones 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. Whats up with you, Ron. asked Fred. Ron did not answer. Harry looked around. Ron was standing very still with his mouth slightly open, gaping at his letter from Hogwarts. Whats the matter. said Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look over his shoulder at the parchment. Freds mouth fell open too. Prefect. he said, staring incredulously at the letter. Prefect. George leapt forward, seized the envelope in Rons other hand, and turned it upside down. Harry saw something scarlet and gold fall into Georges thorn baldurs gate and open mausoleum 3. No way, said George in a hushed voice. Theres been a mistake, said Fred, snatching the letter out of Rons 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 Pubg vikendi map unlock indignantly. Winning the Triwizard and everything. said Fred. I suppose all the mad stuff mustve counted against him, said George to Fred. Yeah, said Fred slowly. Yeah, youve caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of yous got their priorities right. He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing look. Prefect. ickle Ronnie the prefect. Oh, Mums 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, and 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 Percys chest on his very first day at Hogwarts. The opinion call of duty game download no steam consider 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 Harrys hand and let out a shriek. I knew it. she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. Me too, Harry, me too. No, said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Rons hand. Its Ron, not me. It - what. Rons prefect, not me, Harry said. Ron. said Hermione, her jaw dropping. But. are you sure. I mean - She turned red as Ron looked around at her with a defiant expression on his face. Its my name on the letter, he said. said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered. well. wow. Well done, Ron. Thats really - Unexpected, said George, nodding. No, said Hermione, blushing harder than ever, no, its not. Rons done loads of. hes really. The door behind her opened a little wider and Mrs. Weasley backed into the room 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 started sorting the robes into two piles. If you give them to me Ill take them over to Diagon Alley this afternoon and get your books while youre packing. Ron, Ill have to get you more pajamas, these are at least six inches too short, I cant believe how fast youre growing. what color 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 Rons pile. His badge, said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. His lovely shiny new prefects badge. Freds words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasleys preoccupation about pajamas. His. but. Ron, youre not. Ron held up his badge. Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermiones. I dont believe it. I dont believe it. Oh, Ron, how wonderful. A prefect. Thats everyone in the family. What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors. said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms Call of duty world at war officers her youngest son. Wait until your father hears. Ron, Im so proud of you, what wonderful news, you could end up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, its the first step. Oh, what a thing to happen in the middle of all this worry, Im 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 Rons neck, she was kissing him all over his face, which had turned a brighter scarlet than his badge. Mum. dont. Mum, get a grip. he muttered, trying to push her away. She let go of him and said breathlessly, Well, what will it be. We gave Percy an owl, but youve already got one, of course. W-what do you mean. said Ron, looking as though he did not dare believe his ears. Youve got to have a reward for this. said Mrs. Weasley fondly. How about a nice new set of dress robes. Weve already bought him some, said Fred sourly, who looked as though he sincerely regretted this generosity. Or a new cauldron, Charlies old ones rusting through, or a new rat, you always liked Scabbers - Mum, said Ron hopefully, can I have a new broom. Mrs. Weasleys 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 smiled. Of course you can. Well, Id better get going if Ive got a broom to buy too. Ill see you all later. Little Ronnie, a prefect. And dont forget to pack your trunks. A prefect. Oh, Im all of a dither. She gave Ron yet another kiss click the following article the cheek, sniffed loudly, and bustled from the room. Fred and George exchanged looks. You dont mind if we dont kiss you, do you, Ron. said Fred in a falsely anxious voice. We could curtsy, 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 detention. Id love to see him try, sniggered George. He could if you dont watch out. said Hermione angrily, at which Fred and George burst out laughing and Ron muttered, Drop it, Hermione. Were 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 Call of duty world at war officers, said George, 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. Dont pay any attention to them, Ron, theyre only jealous. I dont think they are, said Ron doubtfully, also looking up at the ceiling. Theyve always said only prats become prefects. Still, he added on a happier note, theyve never had new brooms. I wish I could go with Mum and choose. Shell never be able to afford a Nimbus, but theres the new Cleansweep out, thatd be great. Yeah, I think Ill 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 that he did not want to look at Hermione. He turned to his bed, picked up the pile of clean robes Mrs. Weasley had laid upon it, and crossed the room to his trunk. Harry. said Hermione tentatively. Well done, said Harry, so heartily it did not sound like his voice at all, and still not looking at her. Brilliant. Prefect. Great. Thanks, said Hermione. Erm - Harry - could I borrow Hedwig so I can tell Mum and Dad. Theyll be really pleased - I mean, prefect is something they can understand - Yeah, no problem, said Harry, still in the horrible hearty voice that did not belong to him.
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