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Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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uncle entered his bedroom. Harry looked slowly around at him. Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit and an expression of enormous smugness.
    ‘We’re going out,’ he said.
    ‘Sorry?’
    ‘We – that is to say, your aunt, Dudley and I – are going out.’
    ‘Fine,’ said Harry dully, looking back at the ceiling.
    ‘You are not to leave your bedroom while we are away.’
    ‘OK.’
    ‘You are not to touch the television, the stereo, or any of our possessions.’
    ‘Right.’
    ‘You are not to steal food from the fridge.’
    ‘OK.’
    ‘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 Vernon’s footsteps walking heavily down the stairs. A few minutes later he heard the slamming of car doors, the rumble of an engine, and the unmistakeable 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 he 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.
    Then, quite distinctly, he heard a crash in the kitchen below.
    He sat bolt upright, listening intently. The Dursleys couldn’t be back, it was much too soon, and in any case he hadn’t heard their car.
    There was silence for a few seconds, then voices.
    Burglars , he thought, sliding off the bed on to 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 not troubling to do so.
    He snatched up his wand from the 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 doorway at the dark upstairs landing, straining his ears for further sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment, then moved swiftly and silently out of his room to the head of the stairs.
    His heart shot upwards 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 someone’s eye out,’ said a low, growling voice.
    Harry’s heart was thumping uncontrollably. He knew that voice, but he did not lower his wand.
    ‘Professor Moody?’ he said uncertainly.
    ‘I don’t 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 Moody’s company only to find out that it wasn’t 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.
    ‘It’s all right, Harry. We’ve come to take you away.’
    Harry’s heart leapt. He knew that voice, too, though he hadn’t heard it for over a year.
    ‘P-Professor Lupin?’ he said disbelievingly. ‘Is that you?’
    ‘Why are we all standing in the dark?’ said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a woman’s. ‘Lumos.’
    A wand-tip flared, illuminating the hall with magical light. Harry blinked. The people below were crowded around the foot of the stairs, gazing up at him intently, 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 grey hairs than when Harry had last said goodbye to him and his robes were more patched and shabbier than ever. Nevertheless, he was smiling broadly at Harry, who tried to smile back despite his state of shock.
    ‘Oooh, he looks just like I thought he would,’ said the witch who was holding her

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