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

clap on the shoulder. ‘You too, Harry. Be careful.’
    ‘Yeah, keep your head down and your eyes peeled,’ said Moody, shaking Harry’s hand too. ‘And don’t forget, all of you – careful what you put in writing. If in doubt, don’t put it in a letter at all.’
    ‘It’s been great meeting all of you,’ said Tonks, hugging Hermione and Ginny. ‘We’ll see you soon, I expect.’
    A warning whistle sounded; the students still on the platform started hurrying on to the train.
    ‘Quick, quick,’ said Mrs Weasley distractedly, hugging them at random and catching Harry twice. ‘Write … be good … if you’ve forgotten anything we’ll send it on … on to the train, now, hurry …’
    For one brief moment, the great black dog reared on to its hind legs and placed its front paws on Harry’s shoulders, but Mrs Weasley shoved Harry away towards the train door, hissing, ‘For heaven’s sake, act more like a dog, Sirius!’
    ‘See you!’ Harry called out of the open window as the train began to move, while Ron, Hermione and Ginny waved beside him. The figures of Tonks, Lupin, Moody and Mr and Mrs Weasley shrank rapidly but the black dog was bounding alongside the window, wagging its tail; blurred people on the platform were laughing to see it chasing the train, then they rounded a bend, and Sirius was gone.
    ‘He shouldn’t have come with us,’ said Hermione in a worried voice.
    ‘Oh, lighten up,’ said Ron, ‘he hasn’t seen daylight for months, poor bloke.’
    ‘Well,’ said Fred, clapping his hands together, ‘can’t stand around chatting all day, we’ve got business to discuss with Lee. See you later,’ and he and George disappeared down the corridor to the right.
    The train was gathering still more speed, so that the houses outside the window flashed past, and they swayed where they stood.
    ‘Shall we go and find a compartment, then?’ Harry asked.
    Ron and Hermione exchanged looks.
    ‘Er,’ said Ron.
    ‘We’re – well – Ron and I are supposed to go into the prefect carriage,’ Hermione said awkwardly.
    Ron wasn’t looking at Harry; he seemed to have become intensely interested in the fingernails on his left hand.
    ‘Oh,’ said Harry. ‘Right. Fine.’
    ‘I don’t think we’ll have to stay there all journey,’ said Hermione quickly. ‘Our letters said we just get instructions from the Head Boy and Girl and then patrol the corridors from time to time.’
    ‘Fine,’ said Harry again. ‘Well, I – I might see you later, then.’
    ‘Yeah, definitely,’ said Ron, casting a shifty, anxious look at Harry. ‘It’s a pain having to go down there, I’d rather – but we have to – I mean, I’m not enjoying it, I’m not Percy,’ he finished defiantly.
    ‘I know you’re not,’ said Harry and he grinned. But as Hermione and Ron dragged their trunks, Crookshanks and a caged Pigwidgeon off towards the engine end of the train, Harry felt an odd sense of loss. He had never travelled on the Hogwarts Express without Ron.
    ‘Come on,’ Ginny told him, ‘if we get a move on we’ll be able to save them places.’
    ‘Right,’ said Harry, picking up Hedwig’s cage in one hand and the handle of his trunk in the other. They struggled off down the corridor, peering through the glass-panelled doors into the compartments they passed, which were already full. Harry could not help noticing that a lot of people stared back at him with great interest and that several of them nudged their neighbours and pointed him out. After he had met this behaviour in five consecutive carriages he remembered that the Daily Prophet had been telling its readers all summer what a lying show-off he was. He wondered bleakly whether the people now staring and whispering believed the stories.
    In the very last carriage they met Neville Longbottom, Harry’s fellow fifth-year Gryffindor, his round face shining with the effort of pulling his trunk along and maintaining a one-handed grip on his struggling toad, Trevor.
    ‘Hi, Harry,’ he panted. ‘Hi, Ginny … everywhere’s full … I can’t find a seat …’
    ‘What are you talking about?’ said Ginny, who had squeezed past Neville to peer into the compartment behind him. ‘There’s room in this one, there’s only Loony Lovegood in here –’
    Neville mumbled something about not wanting to disturb anyone.
    ‘Don’t be silly,’ said Ginny, laughing, ‘she’s all right.’
    She slid the door open and pulled her trunk inside. Harry