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

bear it, he leapt out of bed and put on his glasses. Mrs Weasley had laid out his freshly laundered jeans and T-shirt at the foot of his bed. Harry scrambled into them. The blank picture on the wall sniggered.
    Ron was lying sprawled on his back with his mouth wide open, fast asleep. He did not stir as Harry crossed the room, stepped out on to the landing and closed the door softly behind him. Trying not to think of the next time he would see Ron, when they might no longer be fellow students at Hogwarts, Harry walked quietly down the stairs, past the heads of Kreacher’s ancestors, and down into the kitchen.
    He had expected it to be empty, but when he reached the door he heard the soft rumble of voices on the other side. He pushed it open and saw Mr and Mrs Weasley, Sirius, Lupin and Tonks sitting there almost as though they were waiting for him. All were fully dressed except Mrs Weasley, who was wearing a quilted purple dressing gown. She leapt to her feet the moment Harry entered.
    ‘Breakfast,’ she said as she pulled out her wand and hurried over to the fire.
    ‘M – m – morning, Harry,’ yawned Tonks. Her hair was blonde and curly this morning. ‘Sleep all right?’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Harry.
    ‘I’ve b – b – been up all night,’ she said, with another shuddering yawn. ‘Come and sit down …’
    She drew out a chair, knocking over the one beside it in the process.
    ‘What do you want, Harry?’ Mrs Weasley called. ‘Porridge? Muffins? Kippers? Bacon and eggs? Toast?’
    ‘Just – just toast, thanks,’ said Harry.
    Lupin glanced at Harry, then said to Tonks, ‘What were you saying about Scrimgeour?’
    ‘Oh … yeah … well, we need to be a bit more careful, he’s been asking Kingsley and me funny questions …’
    Harry felt vaguely grateful that he was not required to join in the conversation. His insides were squirming. Mrs Weasley placed a couple of pieces of toast and marmalade in front of him; he tried to eat, but it was like chewing carpet. Mrs Weasley sat down on his other side and started fussing with his T-shirt, tucking in the label and smoothing out the creases across his shoulders. He wished she wouldn’t.
    ‘… and I’ll have to tell Dumbledore I can’t do night duty tomorrow, I’m just t – t – too tired,’ Tonks finished, yawning hugely again.
    ‘I’ll cover for you,’ said Mr Weasley. ‘I’m OK, I’ve got a report to finish anyway …’
    Mr Weasley was not wearing wizards’ robes but a pair of pin-striped trousers and an old bomber jacket. He turned from Tonks to Harry.
    ‘How are you feeling?’
    Harry shrugged.
    ‘It’ll all be over soon,’ Mr Weasley said bracingly. ‘In a few hours’ time you’ll be cleared.’
    Harry said nothing.
    ‘The hearing’s on my floor, in Amelia Bones’s office. She’s Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the one who’ll be questioning you.’
    ‘Amelia Bones is OK, Harry,’ said Tonks earnestly. ‘She’s fair, she’ll hear you out.’
    Harry nodded, still unable to think of anything to say.
    ‘Don’t lose your temper,’ said Sirius abruptly. ‘Be polite and stick to the facts.’
    Harry nodded again.
    ‘The law’s on your side,’ said Lupin quietly. ‘Even underage wizards are allowed to use magic in life-threatening situations.’
    Something very cold trickled down the back of Harry’s neck; for a moment he thought someone was putting a Disillusionment Charm on him, then he realised that Mrs Weasley was attacking his hair with a wet comb. She pressed hard on the top of his head.
    ‘Doesn’t it ever lie flat?’ she said desperately.
    Harry shook his head.
    Mr Weasley checked his watch and looked up at Harry.
    ‘I think we’ll go now,’ he said. ‘We’re a bit early, but I think you’ll be better off at the Ministry than hanging around here.’
    ‘OK,’ said Harry automatically, dropping his toast and getting to his feet.
    ‘You’ll be all right, Harry,’ said Tonks, patting him on the arm.
    ‘Good luck,’ said Lupin. ‘I’m sure it will be fine.’
    ‘And if it’s not,’ said Sirius grimly, ‘I’ll see to Amelia Bones for you …’
    Harry smiled weakly. Mrs Weasley hugged him.
    ‘We’ve all got our fingers crossed,’ she said.
    ‘Right,’ said Harry. ‘Well … see you later then.’
    He followed Mr Weasley upstairs and along the hall. He could hear Sirius’s mother grunting in her sleep behind her curtains. Mr Weasley unbolted the door and they