HP Magic Biography

Chapter 794 Godfather's Mother

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I didn't ask...I didn't want...Voldemort killed my parents! Harry was incoherent, I'm famous because he killed my parents but he didn't kill me! Who wants to be so famous? I think I'd rather this Nothing ever happened.

We all know that, Harry, Ginny said sincerely.

And of course, they didn't report a word about your being attacked by a dementor, said Hermione. Someone warned them to keep quiet. That might be really big news, dementors out of control. They even Your violation of the International Statute of Magical Secrecy was not reported. I think the news would be too good for turning you into a stupid exhibit if they wanted to. We think they're just stalling until you're expelled, and then They're going to make a real splash—I mean, if you get fired, obviously...

Hermione said hastily, You really shouldn't be fired. If they don't obey the law themselves, there is no reason to target you.

They got back to the subject of the hearing, something Harry didn't want to think about. He wanted to move on to another topic, but the sound of someone's footsteps going upstairs made it unnecessary.

Oh, damn it. Fred tugged on the ear with all his strength, and with another bang he and George disappeared. Seconds later, Mrs. Weasley appeared at the bedroom door. The meeting is over, now you can go downstairs to dinner. Everyone wants to see you, Harry. And who left those dung bombs outside the kitchen door?

Crookshanks, Mom. Ginny said without blushing, He likes to play with these things.

Oh, said Mrs. Weasley, I think it might be Kreacher, he always likes to collect such strange things. Now everyone remembers to keep their voices down in the kitchen. Ginny, your hands are very Dirty, what did you do just now? Remember to wash your hands before eating.

Ginny made a face at the others and followed her mother out, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione alone in the room. They both looked at Harry worriedly, now that the others were gone they were afraid he would start yelling like he had just done. The nervous look in their eyes made Harry feel a little ashamed.

Look..., he mumbled, but Ron shook his head, and Hermione said calmly, We know you're angry, Harry, and we really don't blame you, but you know, we tried Persuade Dumbledore to—

Yes, I know, said Harry shortly. He changed the subject to avoid involving his Headmaster, as Dumbledore's opinion made Harry angry again.

Who's Kreacher? Harry asked.

The elf that lives in this house,

said Ron. Crazy man, I've never met an elf like him before.

Hermione frowned at Ron. He's not crazy, Ron.

His goal in life is to chop off his head and hang it on the wall for decoration like his mother did, said Ron irritably. Is that normal, Hermione?

Okay—okay, if he's just a little weird, it's not his fault.

Ron winked at Harry. Hermione still hasn't given up on her sex.

That's not se! Hermione said excitedly, It's the Elf Welfare Promotion Association. And not only me, Dumbledore also wants us to treat Kreacher kindly.

Yes, yes, said Harry, come on! I'm starving.

Harry led the way out of the room to the landing, but just as he was going down the stairs by the metal railing...

Get him, growled Ron, rushing forward, grabbing Harry by the arm, while Hermione ducked away. They're still in the hall, we might hear something.

The three men looked over the railing of the stairs cautiously. The dark hall below was filled with wizards and witches, including all of Harry's bodyguards. They were all chatting excitedly together. In the middle of the group, Harry saw a guy with glossy black hair and a striking big nose. That was Harry's most hated teacher at Hogwarts, Snape professor.

Harry leaned against the railing. He was very curious about what Snape was doing for the Phoenix Order... A thin, brightly colored rope appeared before Harry's eyes.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Fred and George brothers standing above the landing, carefully lowering the windshield and pointing it towards the crowd below. In an instant, however, they all moved toward the gate and out of sight.

Damn it, Harry heard Fred curse under his breath, as he put the earbuds back on. They heard the door open, then close.

Snape never eats here, Ron told Harry quietly. Thank God, come on.

As they passed the row of elf heads on the wall, they saw Lupine, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks at the front door, and after the wizards had gone, many large locks and deadbolts were magically locked. .

We eat in the kitchen below, whispered Mrs Weasley when they met them at the bottom of the stairs. Harry! dear! If you tiptoe down this hall the kitchen is just behind the door at the other end—

There was a bang.

Tonks! cried Mrs. Weasley angrily over her shoulder.

Sorry! Tonks lay on the ground, It's all that stupid umbrella stand, I've been tripped over by it for the second time—

But her words were drowned out by a terrifying, ear-drum-splitting, bloody scream.

The moth-infested curtain Harry had passed earlier, when there was no door behind it. But at this moment, Harry thought he was looking out a window, behind which an old lady in a black hat was screaming as if she was being tortured - and then Harry realized that it was just a real person size portrait, but this one was the truest and most obnoxious one he had ever seen before.

The old lady was drooling, she rolled her eyes, the sallow skin of her face stretched out as she screamed, and behind them other portraits woke up and screamed as well, so Harry actually He squinted his eyes and covered his ears tightly with his hands.

Lupine and Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and tugged at the curtains, trying to cover the old lady, but they couldn't close the curtains, and the old lady screamed louder, waving her claws as if to tear them apart. s face.

Fifth time! Damn! This is a nasty and dirty by-product! You demigods, mutants, freaks, get out of here! How dare you slander my father in this house—

Tonks apologized over and over again, and lowered the huge, heavy, giant-legged shelf back to the floor.

Mrs. Weasley had given up on closing the curtains and was hurrying up and down the hall, tapping with her wand at each of the portraits while a figure with long black hair faced Harry. Run out from behind a door.

Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up! he yelled, clutching at Mrs Weasley's abandoned drapes. The old lady's face turned pale.

Oh! It's you! She howled loudly, staring at the man with wide eyes, Pure blood traitor, hate, I'm ashamed of you!

I said-shut-mouth! growled the man, and with a mighty effort he and Lupine finally closed the curtains again with all their might. The old lady's screams died away without even an echo, and the hall was silent.

Panting slightly, and brushing his long black hair away from his eyes, Harry's godfather Sirius turned his face towards him.

Hello, Harry! he said through gritted teeth, I think you've seen my mother.

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