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

doesn’t choose prefects because they’ve got themselves into a load of dangerous situations … maybe he chooses them for other reasons … Ron must have something you don’t …
    Harry opened his eyes and stared through his fingers at the wardrobe’s clawed feet, remembering what Fred had said: ‘No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect …’
    Harry gave a small snort of laughter. A second later he felt sickened with himself.
    Ron had not asked Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. This was not Ron’s fault. Was he, Harry, Ron’s best friend in the world, going to sulk because he didn’t have a badge, laugh with the twins behind Ron’s back, ruin this for Ron when, for the first time, he had beaten Harry at something?
    At this point Harry heard Ron’s footsteps on the stairs again. He stood up, straightened his glasses, and hitched a grin on to his face as Ron bounded back through the door.
    ‘Just caught her!’ he said happily. ‘She says she’ll get the Cleansweep if she can.’
    ‘Cool,’ Harry said, and he was relieved to hear that his voice had stopped sounding hearty. ‘Listen – Ron – well done, mate.’
    The smile faded off Ron’s face.
    ‘I never thought it would be me!’ he said, shaking his head. ‘I thought it would be you!’
    ‘Nah, I’ve caused too much trouble,’ Harry said, echoing Fred.
    ‘Yeah,’ said Ron, ‘yeah, I suppose … well, we’d better get our trunks packed, hadn’t we?’
    It was odd how widely their possessions seemed to have scattered themselves since they had arrived. It took them most of the afternoon to retrieve their books and belongings from all over the house and stow them back inside their school trunks. Harry noticed that Ron kept moving his prefect’s badge around, first placing it on his bedside table, then putting it into his jeans pocket, then taking it out and laying it on his folded robes, as though to see the effect of the red on the black. Only when Fred and George dropped in and offered to attach it to his forehead with a Permanent Sticking Charm did he wrap it tenderly in his maroon socks and lock it in his trunk.
    Mrs Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six o’clock, laden with books and carrying a long package wrapped in thick brown paper that Ron took from her with a moan of longing.
    ‘Never mind unwrapping it now, people are arriving for dinner, I want you all downstairs,’ she said, but the moment she was out of sight Ron ripped off the paper in a frenzy and examined every inch of his new broom, an ecstatic expression on his face.
    Down in the basement Mrs Weasley had hung a scarlet banner over the heavily laden dinner table, which read:
     
    CONGRATULATIONS
    RON AND HERMIONE
    NEW PREFECTS
     
    She looked in a better mood than Harry had seen her all holiday.
    ‘I thought we’d have a little party, not a sit-down dinner,’ she told Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny as they entered the room. ‘Your father and Bill are on their way, Ron. I’ve sent them both owls and they’re thrilled ,’ she added, beaming.
    Fred rolled his eyes.
    Sirius, Lupin, Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt were already there and Mad-Eye Moody stumped in shortly after Harry had got himself a Butterbeer.
    ‘Oh, Alastor, I am glad you’re here,’ said Mrs Weasley brightly, as Mad-Eye shrugged off his travelling cloak. ‘We’ve been wanting to ask you for ages – could you have a look in the writing desk in the drawing room and tell us what’s inside it? We haven’t wanted to open it just in case it’s something really nasty.’
    ‘No problem, Molly …’
    Moody’s electric-blue eye swivelled upwards and stared fixedly through the ceiling of the kitchen.
    ‘Drawing room …’ he growled, as the pupil contracted. ‘Desk in the corner? Yeah, I see it … yeah, it’s a Boggart … want me to go up and get rid of it, Molly?’
    ‘No, no, I’ll do it myself later,’ beamed Mrs Weasley, ‘you have your drink. We’re having a little bit of a celebration, actually …’ She gestured at the scarlet banner. ‘Fourth prefect in the family!’ she said fondly, ruffling Ron’s hair.
    ‘Prefect, eh?’ growled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and his magical eye swivelling around to gaze into the side of his head. Harry had the very uncomfortable feeling it was looking at him and moved away towards Sirius and Lupin.
    ‘Well, congratulations,’ said Moody, still glaring at Ron with his normal eye, ‘authority