Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (89 page)

`Don't talk to me about that place!' said Harry fiercely.

`I am sorry not to have been more help,' said Nick gently `Well… well, do excuse me… the feast, you know…'

And he left the room, leaving Harry there alone, gazing blankly at the wall through which Nick had disappeared.

Harry felt almost as though he had lost his godfather all over again in losing the hope that he might be able to see or speak to him once more. He walked slowly and miserably back up through the empty castle, wondering whether he would ever feel cheerful again.

He had turned the corner towards the Fat Lady's corridor when he saw somebody up ahead fastening a note to a board on the wall. A second glance showed him it was Luna. There were no good hiding places nearby, she was bound to have heard his footsteps, and in any case, Harry could hardly muster the energy to avoid anyone at the moment.

`Hello,' said Luna vaguely, glancing around at him as she stepped back from the notice.

`How come you're not at the feast?' Harry asked.

`Well, I've lost most of my possessions,' said Luna serenely. 'People take them and hide them, you know. But as it's the last night, I really do need them back, so I've been putting up signs.'

She gestured towards the noticeboard, upon which, sure enough, she had pinned a list of all her missing books and clothes, with a plea for their return.

An odd feeling rose in Harry; an emotion quite different from the anger and grief that had filled him since Sirius's death. It was a few moments before he realised that he was feeling sorry for Luna.

`How come people hide your stuff?' he asked her, frowning.

`Oh… well…' she shrugged. `I think they think I'm a bit odd, you know. Some people call me “Loony” Lovegood, actually.'

Harry looked at her and the new feeling of pity intensified rather painfully.

`That's no reason for them to take your things,' he said flatly. D'you want help finding them?'

'Oh, no,' she said, smiling at him. `They'll come back, they always do in the end. It was just that I wanted to pack tonight. Anyway… why aren't you at the feast?'

Harry shrugged. Just didn't feel like it.'

`No,' said Luna, observing him with those oddly misty, protuberant eyes. `I don't suppose you do. That man the Death Eaters killed was your godfather, wasn't he? Ginny told me.'

Harry nodded curtly, but found that for some reason he did not mind Luna talking about Sirius. He had just remembered that she, too, could see Thestrals.

`Have you…' he began. `I mean, who… has anyone you known ever died?'

`Yes,' said Luna simply, `my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine.'

`I'm sorry' Harry mumbled.

'Yes, it was rather horrible,' said Luna conversationally. `I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I've still got Dad. And anyway, it's not as though I'll never see Mum again, is it?'

`Er - isn't it?' said Harry uncertainly.

She shook her head in disbelief.

`Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn't you?'

`You mean…'

`In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them.'

They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think; Luna believed so many extraordinary things… yet he had been sure he had heard voices behind the veil, too.

`Are you sure you don't want me to help you look for your stuff?' he said.

`Oh, no,' said Luna. `No, I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up… it always does in the end… well, have a nice holiday Harry'

`Yeah… yeah, you too.'

She walked away from him and, as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach- seemed to have lessened slightly.

The journey home on the Hogwarts Express next day was eventful in several ways. Firstly Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who had clearly been waiting all week for the opportunity to strike without teacher witnesses, attempted to ambush Harry halfway down the train as he made his way back from the toilet. The attack might have succeeded had it not been for the fact that they unwittingly chose to stage the attack right outside a compartment full of DA members, who saw what was happening through the glass and rose as one to rush to Harry's aid. By the time Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Justin Finch-Fletchley Anthony Goldstein and Terry Boot had finished using a wide variety of the hexes and jinxes Harry had taught them, Malfoy Crabbe and Goyle resembled nothing so much as three gigantic slugs squeezed into Hogwarts uniform as Harry, Ernie and Justin hoisted them into the luggage rack and left them there to ooze.

`I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing Malfoy's mother's face when he gets off the train,' said Ernie, with some satisfaction, as

he watched Malloy squirm above him. Ernie had never quite got over the indignity of Malloy docking points from Hufflepuff during his brief spell as a member of the Inquisitorial Squad.

`Goyle's mum'll be really pleased, though,' said Ron, who had come to investigate the source of the commotion. `He's loads betterlooking now… anyway, Harry, the food trolley's just stopped if you want anything…'

Harry thanked the others and accompanied Ron back to their compartment, where he bought a large pile of cauldron cakes and pumpkin pasties. Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet again, Ginny was doing a quiz in The Quibbler and Neville was stroking his Mimbulus mimbletonia, which had grown a great deal over the year and now made odd crooning noises when touched.

Harry and Ron whiled away most of the journey playing wizard chess while Hermione read out snippets from the Prophet. It was now full of articles about how to repel Dementors, attempts by the Ministry to track down Death Eaters and hysterical letters claiming that the writer had seen Lord Voldemort walking past their house that very morning…

`It hasn't really started yet,' sighed Hermione gloomily, folding up the newspaper again. `But it won't be long now…'

`Hey, Harry' said Ron softly, nodding towards the glass window on to the corridor.

Harry looked around. Cho was passing, accompanied by Marietta Edgecombe, who was wearing a balaclava. His and Cho's eyes met for a moment. Cho blushed and kept walking. Harry looked back down at the chessboard just in time to see one of his pawns chased off its square by Ron's knight.

`What's - er - going on with you and her, anyway?' Ron asked quietly

`Nothing,' said Harry truthfully.

`I - er - heard she's going out with someone else now,' said Hermione tentatively.

Harry was surprised to find that this information did not hurt at all. Wanting to impress Cho seemed to belong to a past that was no longer quite connected with him; so much of what he had wanted before Sinus',' death felt that «°av these days… the week

that had elapsed since he had last seen Sirius seemed to have lasted much, much longer; it stretched across two universes, the one with Sirius in it, and the one without.

`You're well out of it, mate,' said Ron forcefully. `I mean, she's quite good-looking and all that, but you want someone a bit more cheerful.'

`She's probably cheerful enough with someone else,' said Harry, shrugging.

`Who's she with now, anyway?' Ron asked Hermione, but it was Ginny who answered.

`Michael Corner,' she said.

`Michael - but = maid Ron, craning around in his seat to stare at her. `But you were going out with him!'

`Not any more,' said Ginny resolutely. `He didn't like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch, and got really sulky, so I ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead.' She scratched her nose absently with the end of her quill, turned The Quibbler upsidedown and began marking her answers. Ron looked highly delighted.

`Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot,' he said, prodding his queen forwards towards Harry's quivering castle. `Good for you. Just choose someone - better - next time.'

He cast Harry an oddly furtive look as he said it.

`Well, I've chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he's better?' asked Ginny vaguely.

WHAT?' shouted Ron, upending the chessboard: Crookshanks went plunging after the pieces and Hedwig and Pigwidgeon twittered and hooted angrily from overhead.

As the train slowed down in the approach to King's Cross, Harry thought he had never wanted to leave it less. He even wondered fleetingly what would happen if he simply refused to get off, but remained stubbornly sitting there until the first of September, when it would take him back to Hogwarts. When it finally puffed to a standstill, however, he lifted down Hedwig's cage and prepared to drag his trunk from the train as usual.

When the ticket inspector signalled to Harry, Ron and Hermione that it was safe to walk through the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten, however, he found a surprise awaiting him on

the other side: a group of people standing there to greet him who he had not expected at all.

There was Mad-Eye Moody, looking quite as sinister with his bowler hat pulled low over his magical eye as he would have done without it, his gnarled hands clutching a long staff, his body wrapped in a voluminous travelling cloak. Tonks stood just behind him, her bright bubble-gum-pink hair gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the dirty glass of the station ceiling, wearing heavily patched jeans and a bright purple T-shirt bearing the legend The Weird Sisters. Next to Tonks was Lupin, his face pale, his hair greying, a long and threadbare overcoat covering a shabby jumper and trousers. At the front of the group stood Mr and Mrs. Weasley, dressed in their Muggle best, and Fred and George, who were both wearing brand-new jackets in some lurid green, scaly material.

'Ron, Ginny!' called Mrs. Weasley, hurrying forwards and hugging her children tightly `Oh, and Harry dear - how are you?T

'Fine,' lied Harry, as she pulled him into a tight embrace. Over her shoulder he saw Ron goggling at the twins' new clothes.

`What are they supposed to be?' he asked, pointing at the jackets.

`Finest dragonskin, little bro',' said Fred, giving his zip a little tweak. `Business is booming and we thought we'd treat ourselves.'

`Hello, Harry' said Lupin, as Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry and turned to greet Hermione.

`Hi,' said Harry `I didn't expect … what are you all doing here?T

'Well,' said Lupin with a slight smile, `we thought we might have a little chat with your aunt and uncle before letting them take you home.'

`I dunno if that's a good idea,' said Harry at once.

`Oh, I think it is,' growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. That'll be them, will it, Potter?'

He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder; his magical eye was evidently peering through the back of his head and his bowler hat. Harry leaned an inch or so to the left to see where Mad-Eye was pointing and there, sure enough, were the three Dursleys, who looked positively appalled to see Harry's reception committee.

`Ah, Harry' said Mr Weasley, turning from Hermione's parents,

who he had just greeted enthusiastically, and who were now taking it in turns to hug Hermione. `Well - shall we do it, then?T

'Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur,' said Moody.

He and Mr Weasley took the lead across the station towards the Dursleys, who were apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.

`Good afternoon,' said Mr Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon as he came to a halt right in front of him. `You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley'

As Mr Weasley had single-handedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed; she kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly.

`We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry, said Mr Weasley, still smiling.

`Yeah,' growled Moody. `About how he's treated when he's at your place.'

Uncle Vernon's moustache seemed to bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken impression that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody.

`I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house -

`I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley,' growled Moody.

`Anyway, that's not the point,' interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more than all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her. `The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry =

`- And make no mistake, we'll hear about it,' added Lupin pleasantly.

`Yes,' said Mr Weasley, `even if you won't let Harry use the fellytone =

`Telephone,' whispered Hermione.

`- Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to,' said Moody.

Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs.

`Are you threatening me, sir?' he said, so loudly that passers-by actually turned to stare.

`Yes, I am,' said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.

`And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?' barked Uncle Vernon.

`Well…' said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backwards in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. `Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley'

He turned away from Uncle Vernon to survey Harry.

`So, Potter… give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along…'