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Well, that was a bit stupid of you, said Ginny angrily, seeing as you dont know anyone but me whos been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels. Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her. I forgot, he said. Lucky you, said Ginny coolly. Im sorry, Harry said, and he meant it. So. so do you think Im being possessed, then. Well, can you remember everything youve been doing. Ginny asked. Are there big blank periods where you dont know what youve been up to. Harry racked his brains. No, he said. Then You-Know-Who hasnt ever possessed you, said Ginny simply. When he did it to me, I couldnt remember what Id been doing for hours at a time. Id find myself somewhere and not know how I got there. Harry hardly dared believe her, yet his heart was lightening almost in spite of himself. That dream I had about your dad and the snake, though - Harry, youve had these dreams before, Hermione said. You had flashes of what Voldemort was up to last year. This was different, said Harry, shaking his head. I was inside that snake. It was steam train near chesterfield I was the snake. What if Voldemort somehow transported me to London -. One day, said Hermione, sounding thoroughly exasperated, youll read Hogwarts: A History, and perhaps that will remind you that you cant Apparate or Disapparate inside Hogwarts. Even Voldemort couldnt just make you fly out of your dormitory, Harry. You didnt leave your bed, mate, said Ron. I saw you thrashing around in your sleep about a minute before we could wake you up. Harry started pacing up and down the room again, thinking. What they were all saying was not only comforting, it made sense. Without really thinking he took a sandwich from the plate on the bed and crammed it hungrily into his mouth. Im not the weapon after all, thought Harry. His heart swelled with happiness and relief, and he felt like joining in as they heard Sirius tramping past their door toward Buckbeaks room, singing God Rest Ye Merry, Hippogriffs at the top of his voice. How could he have dreamed of returning to Privet Drive for Christmas. Siriuss delight at having the house full again, and especially at having Harry back, was infectious. He was no longer their sullen host of the summer; now he seemed determined that everyone should enjoy themselves as much, if not more, than they would have done at Hogwarts, and he worked tirelessly in the run-up to Christmas Day, cleaning and decorating with their help, so that by the time they all went to bed on Christmas Eve the house was barely recognizable. The tarnished chandeliers were no longer hung with cobwebs but with garlands of holly and gold and silver streamers; magical snow glittered in heaps over the threadbare carpets; a great Christmas tree, obtained by Mundungus and decorated with live fairies, blocked Siriuss family tree from view; and even the stuffed elf heads on the hall wall wore Father Christmas hats and beards. Harry awoke on Christmas morning to find a stack of presents at the foot of his bed and Ron already halfway through opening his own, rather larger, pile. Good haul this year, he informed Harry through a cloud of paper. Thanks for the Broom Compass, its excellent, beats Hermiones - shes got me a homework planner - Harry sorted through his presents and found one with Hermiones handwriting on it. She had given him too a book that resembled a diary, except that it said things like Do it today or later youll pay. every time he opened a page. Sirius and Lupin had given Harry a set of excellent books entitled Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts, which had superb, moving color illustrations of all the counterjinxes and hexes it described. Harry flicked through the first volume eagerly; he could see it was going to be highly useful in his plans for the D. Hagrid had sent a furry brown wallet that had fangs, which were presumably supposed to be an antitheft device, but unfortunately prevented Harry putting any money in without getting his fingers ripped off. Tonkss present was a small, working model of a Firebolt, which Harry watched fly around the room, wishing he still had his full-size version; Ron had given him an enormous box of Every-Flavor Beans; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley the usual hand-knitted jumper and some mince pies; and Dobby, a truly dreadful painting that Harry suspected had been done by the elf himself. He had just turned it upside down to see whether it looked better that way when, with a loud crack, Fred and George Apparated at the foot of his bed. Merry Christmas, said George. Dont go downstairs for a bit. Why not. said Ron. Mums crying again, said Fred heavily. Percy sent back his Christmas jumper. Without a note, added George. Hasnt asked how Dad is or visited him or anything. We tried to comfort her, said Fred, moving around the bed to look at Harrys portrait. Told her Percys nothing more than a humongous pile of rat droppings - Apex legends octane wiki didnt work, said George, helping himself to a Chocolate Frog. So Lupin took over. Best let him cheer her up before we go down for breakfast, I reckon. Whats that supposed to be anyway. asked Fred, squinting at Dobbys painting. Looks like a gibbon with two black eyes. Its Harry. said George, pointing at the back of the picture. Says so on the back. Good likeness, said Fred, grinning. Harry threw his new homework diary at him; it hit the wall opposite and fell to the floor where it said happily, If youve dotted the is and crossed the ts then you may do whatever you please. They got up and dressed; they could hear various inhabitants of the house calling Merry Christmas to each other. On their way downstairs they met Hermione. Thanks for the book, Harry. she said happily. Ive been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages. And that perfume is really unusual, Ron. No problem, said Ron. Whos that for anyway. he added, nodding at the neatly wrapped present she was carrying. Kreacher, said Hermione brightly. It had better not be clothes. said Ron warningly. You know what Sirius said, Kreacher knows too much, we cant set him free. It isnt clothes, said Hermione, although if I had my way Id certainly give him something to wear other than that filthy old rag. No, its a patchwork quilt, Wheel cleaner thought it would brighten up his bedroom. What bedroom. said Harry, dropping his voice to a whisper as they were passing the portrait of Siriuss mother. Well, Sirius says its not so much a bedroom, more a kind of - den, said Hermione. Apparently he sleeps under the boiler in that cupboard off the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there. She was standing at the stove and sounded as though she had a bad head cold when she wished them Merry Christmas, and they all averted their eyes. So, this is Kreachers Apex legends octane wiki. said Ron, strolling over to a dingy door in the corner opposite the pantry which Harry had never seen open. Yes, said Hermione, now sounding a little nervous. Er. I think wed better knock. Ron rapped the door with his knuckles but there was no reply. He must be sneaking around upstairs, he said, and without further ado pulled open the door. Urgh. Harry peered inside. 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By the looks of it, hers was Kreachers favorite photograph; he had placed it to the fore of all the others and had mended the glass clumsily with Spellotape. I think Ill just leave his present here, said Hermione, laying the package neatly in the middle of the depression in the rags and blankets and closing the door quietly. Hell find it later, thatll be fine. Come to think of it, said Sirius, emerging from the pantry carrying a large turkey as they closed the cupboard door, has anyone actually seen Kreacher lately. I havent seen him since the night we came back here, said Harry. You were ordering him out of the kitchen. Yeah. said Sirius, frowning. You know, I think thats the last time I saw him, too. He must be hiding upstairs somewhere. He couldnt have left, could he. said Harry. I mean, when you said out, maybe he thought you meant, get out of the house. No, no, house-elves cant leave unless theyre given clothes, theyre tied to their familys house, said Sirius. They can leave the house if they really want to, Harry contradicted him. Dobby did, he left the Malfoys to give me warnings three years ago. He had to punish himself afterward, but he still managed it. Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, Ill look for him later, I expect Ill find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mothers old bloomers or something. Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died. But I mustnt get my hopes up. Fred, George, and Ron laughed; Hermione, however, looked reproachful. Once they had had their Christmas lunch, the Weasleys and Harry and Hermione were planning to pay Mr. Weasley another visit, escorted by MadEye and Lupin. Mundungus turned up in time for Christmas pudding and trifle, having managed to borrow a car for the occasion, as the Underground did not run on Christmas Day. The car, which Harry doubted very much had been taken with the knowledge or consent of its owner, had had a similar Enlarging Spell put upon it as the Weasleys old Ford Anglia; although normally proportioned outside, ten people with Mundungus driving were able to fit into it quite comfortably. Mrs. Weasley hesitated at the point of getting inside; Harry knew that her disapproval of Mundungus was battling with her dislike of traveling without magic; finally the cold outside and her childrens pleading triumphed, and she settled herself into the backseat between Fred and Bill with good grace. The journey to St. Mungos was quite quick, as there was very little traffic on the roads. A small trickle of witches and wizards were creeping furtively up the otherwise deserted street to visit the hospital. Harry and the others got out of the car, and counter strike 1.6 trailer ready Mundungus drove off around the corner to wait for them; they strolled casually toward the window where the dummy in green nylon stood, then, one by one, stepped through the glass. The reception area looked pleasantly festive: The crystal orbs that illuminated St. Mungos had been turned to red and gold so that they became gigantic, glowing Christmas baubles; holly hung around every doorway, and shining white Christmas trees covered in magical snow and icicles glittered in every corner, each topped with a gleaming gold star. It was less crowded than the last time they had been there, although halfway across the room Harry found himself shunted aside by a witch with a walnut jammed up her left nostril. Family argument, eh. smirked the blonde witch behind the desk. Youre the third Ive seen today. Spell Damage, fourth floor. 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Why have you had your bandages changed a day early, Arthur. They told me they wouldnt need doing until tomorrow. What. said Mr. Weasley, looking rather frightened and pulling the bed covers higher up his chest. No, no - its nothing - its - I - He seemed to deflate under Mrs. Weasleys piercing gaze. Well - now dont get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea.
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