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He. but Petunia. If we throw him out, the neighbors will talk, she said. She was regaining her usual brisk, snappish manner rapidly, though she was still very pale. Theyll ask awkward questions, theyll want to know where hes gone. Well have to keep him. Uncle Vernon Battleplasn deflating like an old tire. But Petunia, dear - Aunt Petunia ignored him. She turned to Harry. Youre to stay in your room, she said. Youre not to leave the house. Now get to bed. Harry didnt move. Who was that Howler from. Dont ask questions, Aunt Petunia snapped. Are you in touch with wizards. I told you to get to bed. What did it mean. Remember the last what. Go to bed. How come -. YOU HEARD YOUR AUNT, NOW GET TO BED. I CHAPTER THREE THE ADVANCE GUARD ve just been attacked by dementors and I might be expelled from Hogwarts. Battleplans want to know whats going on and when Im going to get out of here. Harry copied these words onto three separate pieces of parchment the moment he reached the desk in his dark bedroom. He addressed the first to Sirius, the second to Ron, and the third to Hermione. His owl, Hedwig, was off Battleeplans her cage stood empty on the desk. Harry paced the bedroom waiting for her to come back, his head pounding, his brain too busy for sleep even though his eyes stung and itched with tiredness. His back ached from carrying Dudley home, and the two lumps on his head where the window and Dudley had hit him Battleplqns throbbing painfully. Up Bartleplans down he paced, consumed with anger and frustration, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, casting angry looks out at the empty, star-strewn sky every time he passed the window. Dementors sent to get him, Mrs. Figg and Mundungus Fletcher tailing him in secret, then suspension from Hogwarts and a hearing at the Ministry of Magic - and still no one was telling him what was going on. And what, what, had that Howler been about. Whose voice had echoed so horribly, Battlepplans menacingly, through the kitchen. Why was he still trapped here without information. Why was everyone treating him like some naughty kid. Dont do any more magic, stay in the house. He here his school trunk as he passed it, but far from relieving his anger he felt worse, as he now had a sharp pain in his toe to deal with in addition to the pain in the rest of his body. Just as he limped past the window, Hedwig soared through it with a soft rustle of wings like a small ghost. About time. Harry snarled, as she landed lightly on top of her cage. You can put that down, Ive got work for you. Hedwigs large round amber eyes gazed reproachfully at him over the dead frog clamped in her beak. Come here, said Harry, picking up the three small rolls of parchment and a leather thong and tying the scrolls to her scaly leg. Take these straight to Sirius, Ron, and Hermione and dont come back here without good long replies. Keep pecking them till theyve written decent-length answers if youve got to. Understand. Hedwig gave a muffled Bqttleplans noise, beak still full of frog. Get going, then, said Harry. She took off immediately. The moment shed gone, Harry threw himself down onto his bed without undressing and stared at the dark ceiling. In addition to every other miserable feeling, he now felt guilty that hed been irritable with Bwttleplans she was the only friend he Battlepland at number four, Privet Drive. But hed make it up to her when she came back with Siriuss, Rons, and Hermiones answers. They were bound to write back quickly; they couldnt aBttleplans ignore a dementor attack. Hed probably wake up tomorrow to three fat letters full of sympathy and plans for his immediate removal to the Burrow. And with that comforting idea, sleep rolled over him, stifling all further thought. But Hedwig didnt return next morning. Harry spent the day in his bedroom, leaving it only to go to the bathroom. Three times that day Aunt Petunia shoved food into his room through the cat flap Uncle Vernon had installed three summers ago. Every time Harry heard her approaching he tried to question her about the Howler, but he might as well have interrogated the doorknob for all the answers he got. Otherwise the Dursleys kept well clear of his bedroom. Harry couldnt see the point of forcing his company on them; another row would achieve nothing except perhaps making him so angry hed perform more illegal magic. So it went on for three whole days. Harry was filled alternately with restless energy that made him unable to settle to anything, during which he paced his bedroom again, furious at the whole lot of them for leaving him to stew in this mess, and with a lethargy so complete that he could lie on his bed for an hour at a time, staring dazedly into space, aching with dread at the thought Battlpelans the Ministry hearing. What if they ruled against him. What if he was expelled and his wand was snapped in half. What would he do, where would he go. He could not return to living full-time with the Dursleys, not now that he knew the other world, the one to which he really belonged. Was it possible that he might be able to move into Siriuss house, as Sirius had suggested a year ago, before he had been forced to flee from the Ministry himself. Would he be allowed to live article source alone, given that he was still underage. Or would the matter of where he went next be decided for him; had his breach of the International Statute of Secrecy been severe enough to land him in a cell Bsttleplans Azkaban. Whenever this thought occurred, Harry invariably slid off his bed and began pacing again. On the fourth night after Hedwigs Battlepalns Harry was lying in one of his apathetic phases, staring at the ceiling, his exhausted mind quite blank, when his uncle entered his bedroom. Harry looked slowly around at him. Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit and an expression of enormous smugness. Were going out, he said. Sorry. We - that is to say, your aunt, Dudley, and I - are going Bathleplans. Fine, said Harry dully, looking back at the ceiling. You are not to leave your bedroom while we are away. Okay. You are not to touch the television, the stereo, or any of our possessions. Right. You are not to steal food from the fridge. Okay. I am going to lock your door. You do that. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, clearly suspicious of this lack of argument, then stomped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Harry heard the key turn in the lock and Uncle Vernons footsteps walking heavily down the stairs. A few minutes later he heard the slamming of car doors, the rumble Battlepoans an engine, and the unmistakable sound of the car sweeping out of the drive. Harry had no particular feeling about the Dursleys leaving. It made no difference to him whether they were in the house or not. He could not even summon the energy to get up and turn on his bedroom light. The room grew steadily darker around him as Battleplans lay listening to the night sounds through the window he kept open all the time, waiting for the blessed moment when Hedwig returned. The empty house creaked around him. The pipes gurgled. Harry lay there in a kind of stupor, thinking of nothing, suspended in misery. And then, quite distinctly, he heard a crash in the kitchen below. He sat bolt upright, listening intently. The Dursleys couldnt be back, it was much too soon, and in any Battleppans he hadnt heard their car. There was silence for a few seconds, and then he heard voices. Burglars, he thought, sliding off the bed onto his feet - but a split second later it occurred to him that burglars would keep their voices down, and whoever was moving around in the kitchen was certainly Batteplans troubling to do so. He snatched up his wand from his bedside table and stood facing his bedroom door, listening with all his might. Next moment he jumped as the lock gave a loud click and his door swung open. Harry stood motionless, staring through the open door at the dark upstairs landing, straining his ears for further sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment and then moved swiftly and silently Battleeplans of his room to the head of the stairs. His heart shot upward into his throat. There were people standing in the shadowy hall below, silhouetted against the streetlight glowing through the glass door; eight or nine of them, all, as far as he could see, looking up at him. Lower your wand, boy, before you take someones eye out, said a low, growling voice. Harrys heart was thumping uncontrollably. He knew that voice, but he did not lower his wand. Professor Moody. he said uncertainly. I dont know so much about Professor, growled the voice, never got round to much teaching, did I. Get down here, we want to see you properly. Harry lowered his wand slightly but did not relax his grip on it, nor did he move. He had very good reason to be suspicious. He had recently spent nine months in what he had thought was Mad-Eye Moodys company only to find out that it wasnt Moody at all, but an impostor; an impostor, moreover, who had tried to kill Harry before being unmasked. But before he could make a decision about what to do next, a second, slightly hoarse voice floated upstairs. Its all right, Harry. Weve come to take you away. Harrys heart leapt. He knew that voice too, though he hadnt heard it for more than a year. P-Professor Lupin. he said disbelievingly. Is that you. Why Battleplanx we all standing in the dark. said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a womans. Lumos. A wand-tip flared, illuminating the hall with magical light. Harry blinked. The people below were crowded around the dragalia of the stairs, gazing intently up at him, some craning their heads for a better look. Remus Lupin stood nearest to him. Though still quite young, Lupin looked tired and rather ill; he had more gray hair than when Harry had said good-bye to him, and his robes were more patched and shabbier than ever. Nevertheless, he was smiling broadly at Harry, who tried to smile back through his shock. Oooh, he looks just like I thought he would, said the witch who was holding her lit wand aloft. She looked the youngest there; she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes, and short spiky hair that was a violent shade of violet. Wotcher, Harry. Yeah, I see what you mean, Remus, said a bald black wizard standing farthest back; he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear. He looks exactly like James. Except the eyes, said a wheezy-voiced, silver-haired wizard at the back. Lilys eyes. Mad-Eye Moody, who had long grizzled gray hair and a large chunk missing from his nose, was squinting suspiciously at Harry through his mismatched Battleppans. One of the eyes was small, dark, and beady, the other large, round, and electric Bartleplans - the magical eye that could see through Battlrplans, doors, and the link of Moodys own head. Are you quite sure its him, Lupin. he growled. Itd be a nice lookout if we bring back some Death Eater impersonating him. We ought to ask Bagtleplans something only the real Potter would know. Unless anyone brought any Veritaserum. Harry, what form does your Patronus take. said Lupin. A Bttleplans, said Harry nervously. Thats him, Mad-Eye, said Batleplans. Harry descended the stairs, very conscious of everybody still staring at him, stowing his wand into the back pocket of his clash of clans shop as he came. Dont put your wand there, boy. roared Moody. What if it ignited. Better wizards than you have lost Battlelans, you know. Who dyou know whos lost a buttock. the violet-haired woman link Mad-Eye interestedly. Never you mind, you just keep your Battle;lans out of your back pocket. growled Mad-Eye. Elementary wand safety, nobody bothers about it anymore. He stumped off toward the kitchen. And I saw that, he added irritably, as the woman rolled her eyes at the ceiling. Lupin held out his hand and shook Harrys. How are you. he asked, looking at Harry closely. F-fine. Harry could hardly believe this was real. Four weeks with nothing, not the tiniest hint of a plan to remove him from Privet Drive, and suddenly a whole bunch of wizards was standing matter-of-factly in the house as though this were a long-standing arrangement. He glanced at the people surrounding Lupin; they were still gazing avidly at him. He felt very conscious of the fact that he Battleplans not combed his hair for four days. Im - youre really lucky the Dursleys are out. he mumbled. Lucky, ha. said the violet-haired woman. It was me that lured them out of the way. Sent a letter by Muggle post telling them theyd been short-listed for the All-England Best-Kept Suburban Lawn Competition. Theyre heading off to the prize-giving right now. Or they think they are. Harry had a fleeting vision of Uncle Vernons face when he realized there was no All-England Best-Kept Suburban Lawn Competition. We are leaving, arent we. he asked. Soon. Almost at once, said Lupin, were just waiting for the all-clear. Where are we going. The Burrow. Harry asked hopefully. Not the Burrow, no, said Lupin, motioning Harry toward the kitchen; the little knot of wizards followed, all still eyeing Harry curiously. Too risky. Weve set up headquarters somewhere undetectable. Its taken a while. Mad-Eye Moody was now sitting at the kitchen table swigging from a hip flask, his magical eye spinning in all directions, taking in the Dursleys many labor-saving appliances. This is Alastor Moody, Harry, Lupin continued, pointing toward Moody. Yeah, I know, said Click at this page uncomfortably; it felt odd to be introduced to somebody hed thought hed known for a year. And this is Nymphadora - Dont call me Nymphadora, Remus, said the young witch with a shudder. Its Tonks. - Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only, finished Lupin. So would you if your fool of a mother had called you Nymphadora, muttered Tonks. And this is Kingsley Shacklebolt - he indicated the tall black wizard, who bowed - Elphias Doge Battlwplans the wheezy-voiced wizard nodded - Dedalus Diggle - Weve met before, squeaked the excitable Diggle, dropping his top hat. - Emmeline Vance - a stately looking witch in an emerald-green shawl inclined her head - Sturgis Podmore - a square-jawed wizard with thick, straw-colored hair winked - and Hestia Jones. A pink-cheeked, blackhaired witch waved from next to the toaster. Harry inclined red dead redemption pc head awkwardly at each of them as they were introduced. He wished they would look Battlepland something other than him; it was as though he had suddenly been ushered onstage. He also wondered why so many of them were there. A surprising number of people volunteered to come and get you, said Lupin, as though he had read Harrys mind; the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Yeah, well, the more the better, said Moody darkly. Were your guard, Potter. Were just waiting for the signal to tell us its safe to set off, said Lupin, glancing out of the kitchen window. Weve got about fifteen minutes. Very clean, arent they, these Muggles. said the witch called Tonks, who was looking around the kitchen with great interest. My dads Muggle-born and hes a right old slob. I suppose it varies, just like with wizards. Er - yeah, said Harry. Look - he turned back to Lupin - whats going on, I havent heard anything mobile legends codashop anyone, whats Vol -. Several of the witches and wizards made odd hissing noises; Dedalus Diggle dropped his hat again, and Moody growled, Shut up. What. said Harry. Were not discussing anything here, its too risky, said Moody, turning his normal eye on Harry; his magical eye remained pointing up at the ceiling. Damn it, he added angrily, putting a hand up to the magical eye, it keeps sticking - ever since that scum wore it - And with a nasty squelching sound much like a plunger being pulled from a sink, he popped Batgleplans his eye. Mad-Eye, you do know thats disgusting, dont you. said Tonks conversationally. Get me a glass of water, would you, Harry. asked Moody. Harry crossed to the dishwasher, took out a clean glass, and filled it with water at the sink, still watched eagerly by the band of wizards. Their relentless staring was starting to annoy him. Cheers, said Moody, when Harry handed him the glass. He dropped the magical eyeball into the water and prodded it up and down; the eye whizzed around, staring at them all in turn. I want three-hundred-and-sixty degrees visibility on the return journey. Howre we getting - wherever were going. Harry asked. Brooms, said Lupin. Only way. Youre too young to Apparate, theyll be watching the Floo Network, and its more than our lifes worth to set up an unauthorized Portkey. Remus says youre a good flier, said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep voice. Hes excellent, said Lupin, who was checking his watch. Anyway, youd better go and get packed, Harry, we want to be ready to go when the signal comes. Ill come and help you, said Tonks brightly. She followed Harry back into the hall and up the stairs, looking Battleppans with much curiosity and interest. Funny place, geometry dash said, its a bit too clean, dyou know what I mean. Bit unnatural. Oh, this is better, she added, as they entered Harrys bedroom and he turned on the light. His room was certainly much messier than the rest of the house. Confined to it for four days in a very bad mood, Harry had not bothered tidying up after himself. Most of the books he owned were strewn over the floor where hed tried to distract himself with each in turn and thrown it aside. Hedwigs Battleplan needed cleaning out and was starting to smell, and his trunk lay open, revealing a jumbled mixture of Muggle clothes and wizards robes that had spilled onto the floor around it.
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