von Linda Black
Harry followed his headmistress into the house that had belonged to his godfather once and that was now his. He didn’t like being here. And although he didn’t want to remember anything that had happened, it occurred to him the portrait of Sirius’ mother wasn’t shouting at him as it had the last time. It seemed that even the portrait was sad about the loss and had decided to stop hacking on her son.
But instead of leading Harry up the stairs, they went straight down to the kitchen. There they were all waiting for him. Remus Lupin, hand in hand with Nymphadora Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Bill and Fleur and, of course, his friends, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. But instead of a hello, Moody said: “Sit down, Potter!” Harry obeyed. He felt strange inside this house. And looking at Ron’s and Hermione’s face didn’t help a lot. They were both looking extremely nervous. At last, Lupin started speaking: “Harry, we know you don’t want to return to Hogwarts. In fact it isn’t even possible as the school is so burnt out it cannot be used.” Harry stared at him. How had he found out? He glanced around and saw that Ron was, as well, caught by surprise. But Lupin simply carried on. “I am sure you have noticed somebody else has taken over the order of the Phoenix but I can’t tell you yet who it is. We just want you to know that we understand if you want to leave and search for the missing horcruxes but we want to prepare you.” Harry didn’t ask how he knew about the horcruxes and he didn’t care. He simply sat there and listened to Lupin. In fact he wasn’t even listening; he just heard some words like “training…defence charms…books…” He thought about what he had just heard. Somebody else had taken over the order. But who could that be? Everybody had always said that Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in the world and he had been killed. How could they know this person wasn’t working for the Death Eaters, now they hadn’t got Dumbledore anymore who could assure them that someone was trustworthy? But Dumbledore had also been mistaken about Snape. Harry remembered the feeling of being followed he had had and wanted to say something but then again, he could just have imagined it and he didn’t want the order to search the whole of Grimnauld Place just to find a scared cat that had been following them, hoping for some food. In the end he decided to say nothing.
Lupin had finished talking, Mrs. Weasley put some bread in front of Harry’s nose, he took some butter and jam and started eating. It tasted great but he didn’t even notice. After he finished, Mrs. Weasley sent them to bed. Harry climbed the stairs and came into the familiar room, as cold as ever, with the empty portrait on the wall. He and Ron didn’t talk anything; they put their pyjamas on and got into bed. Harry was sure he couldn’t sleep in this house but he was simply too tired and fell asleep right away.
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