Harry Potter and the Garden of Emotions

HARRYPOTTER and THE GARDEN OF EMOTIONS
Oops, I Did It Again

'Albus, this time you've gone too far!'

'I don't think so, Cornelius.'

'Well then, what do you call harbouring such a monstrosity at Hogwarts? Surely you haven't accepted "him" as a student, have you?'

'Of course I have. I know you think of the lad as anything but human and I'm well aware you have more than enough reason to do so, but I strongly believe the neglect and his solitary existence are here the roots of the cause. And that they can be modified.'

'Then I think you know very well that you stand alone in this belief, even at Hogwarts.'

'It wouldn't be the first time, would it? You know, sometimes rumors about what I said or may have said reach my ears and I find that very strengthening, although they're not the original words or even the action anymore.'

'I know all that, Albus. "he gives people a second chance", "he trusts people, he does".'

"You don't have to sigh so dramatically, Cornelius. And in this case it's not even a second chance. I simply intend to give the boy his first. He certainly deserves it.'

'Well, it's been Wizard policy since time immemorial to kill these beings, usually before the age of five and this one's already eleven. But you must do what you think is best and in the meantime I will do the same.'

'You know, now that you mentioned his age, he reminds me of a present day 6th year student. I'm sure, Cornelius, you know who. I don't need to remind you that he's turning out perfectly well.'

'Well, there our opinions differ again, but yes, Albus, I know that student all too well.'

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MYSTERIOUS STORMS IN TASMANIA

from our special reporter

Hobart, June 1st - Meteorologists all round the world were shocked last tuesday by the freakish storms in Tasmania. Early reports mention tsunami's, earthshocks and, what witnesses describe 'a fire straight out of Hell' (= a religious, Muggle concept of the underworld). No quake's, huge waves or fires of that magnitude have ever been reported in Tasmania before.

Reports of raining frogs, milk suddenly turning sour, rotting vegetables in grocer's shops, Muggle artifacts of telling time running backwards or giving impossible dates and sightings of Lord You-Know-Who, were dismissed by authorities responsible. High Commissioner Frank Hart advised reporters to: ".. stick to the facts. In these difficult times we must guard against superstition and false beliefs."

Joe Turry, of number 41, Cooke's Lane, a firsthand witness, has an idiosyncratic view of events. "I don't know about the commissioner,' he says, "But I believe authorities should do something. They're just supressing information, it's damn shame, that's what it is! They should simply tell what's going on, we have a right to know. I mean, no one is panicking, now that the secret is out, are they?"

Authorities can neither confirm nor deny the sightings of a blond, distinguished gentleman, a "vampire" with red eyes and an elderly man, dressed in "robes" and wearing a "funny hat". Witnesses report the elderly man carrying away a young boy from the center of things, shortly after the storm ended. Anyone with knowledge of the whereabouts or any other information of these three men and the alleged boy, is asked to relay this to The Ministry of Magic.

*

BLACK DEAD; NAME CLEARED

London, July 5th - An official, who wishes to remain anonymous, has informed this newspaper that convicted criminal Sirius Black was killed in the recent events surrounding the Ministry. Black, who escaped from Azkaban two years ago, was sentenced for a crime he did not commit, the official said. The Ministry has issued an official Declaration of Death. Due to the unfortunate way in which Mr Black died, no corpse can be buried. Percy Weasley, on his last day as official spokesman to the Minister, said that the Minister gives his condolences to the family of Sirius Black.

*

WEASLEY FORTUNE AND MISFORTUNE

London, July 16th - Yesterday the Minister sadly announced that young Percy Weasley, recently spokesman to the Minister, will leave the Ministry of Magic. Rumours that Mr Weasley was sacked during an unheard of "shouting match", reported to the Daily Prophet by several insiders, were denied. Mr Weasley announced his upcoming marriage to Miss Penelope Clearwater. Where the couple will spend their honeymoon, is unknown.

The Ministry was, on the other hand, happy to announce that Arthur Weasley, father to Percy Weasley, has been offered the job of Undersecretary. Mr Weasley (Sr.) says that he is delighted and that he cannot wait to start his new job. Mr Weasley previously in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, where his leave is considered a great loss.

*

HARRY POTTER HEIR TO HOUSE OF BLACK

London, July 17th - Gringotts Bank, upon hearing of the untimely demise of the last official male heir to the House of Black, has sent word to Harry Potter. It seems that Mr Black, shortly before his death, made a will, in which Mr Potter is named sole heir to all possessions of the House of Black.

While the Daily Prophet was unable to reach Mr Potter for comment, family members of the late Sirius Black are outraged. "It's a shame," Mrs Narcissa Malfoy (née Black) cried, "Sirius was delusional and did not know what he was doing. The House of Black has always managed to keep things in the family and it should stay that way. With all these horrible things going on, such as the return of You-Know-Who, we have to stick to our traditions."

An official to Gringotts Bank, another member of the ubiquitous Weasley-family, said that the Bank is merely acting on the provisions as provided by the will.

*

DURMSTRANG CHANGED; (EX-)STUDENTS FLEE

London, August 10th - The Bulgarian School for Magic, commonly known as "Durmstrang", has recently come under new management. The school was led by Professor Karkaroff, but he has not been heard of or seen since word of the new management came out.

Professor Albus Dumbledore called the change "a great pity". Professor Dumbledore has sent letters to Durmstrang and other Schools for Magic in Europe, but he sadly noted that he so far only received replies from French "BeauxBatons" and Dutch "Frjentsjer Skoalle Foar Tsjoenderij".

In the meantime, former students of Durmstrang are reported to have fled the country. Victor Krum, the internationally renowned Quidditch-player, is rumored to be with them. The current whereabouts of Mr Krum and his wife are unknown.

*

Ron grinned at him when he arrived at The Burrow: 'So, how's life these days?'

Harry shrugged and smiled somewhat: 'Not too bad, I suppose.'

They embraced and Ron looked worried at him. 'The Muggles aren't given you a hard time?'

Harry thought for a moment. 'No, not at all. I can sit down in the living room and watch telly with them, I can even mention the M-word and still Uncle Vernon's not going to get mad.'

'That's more like it,' Ron said.

Harry laughed, but more because of the way Ron said it. 'Well,' he answered slowly, 'It does take getting used to. I'm still haven't decided if I prefer this over the way the used to treat me.'

'It's your choice.' Ron changed the subject. 'So, how did your OWL's turn out?'

'Far better than I thought,' Harry said. He still couldn't hide his surprise at the results from his voice. 'I actually had an Excellent for Potions.'

Ron sighed. 'Well, I'm glad you're doing well.'

'You mean you're not?' Harry asked him incredously, 'Come on! That's impossible! We take the same subjects and we usually copy the same notes.'

Ron's mouth turned shortly into a lopsided smile. 'Yeah, but Mum expected Excellent's or Outstanding's in almost every subject. That's never going to happen, I know it, you know it, but I can't tell that to Mum. She's been telling me one way or the other I've been wasting my brain.'

'That's as maybe, but you're not, say, Percy, or even Hermione,' Harry answered, 'And she knows that.'.

Ron winced. 'Don't say his name, please!'

'Why not?' Harry was puzzled. He had read the Daily Prophet, but hadn't given it any further thought. 'Is he still not talking your Mum and Dad?'

'Worse, way worse,' Ron said, shaking his head, 'He's getting married and they're not invited.'

'Well, yes, I'm sure that's bad...'

"Harry,' Ron hissed, 'He's_changing_his_name_to_Weatherby!'

'Oh, I see,' Harry said, finally getting the picture. Hedwig hooted annoyed from her cage and Harry noticed his arm felt rather heavy. He still hadn't put down his trunk.

''Right, let's take care of this first,' Ron said. 'Your trunk goes to the usual place, really.'

'I know the way,' Harry said with a smile, 'So, You-Know-Who is not Voldemort in The Burrow?'

'Tom Riddle,' Ron responded automatically.

'What?' Harry asked, turning on his heel.

'Tom Riddle,' Ron repeated, looking distinctly unhappy, 'The Minister wants everybody to call V-V-Voldemort that way, instead of You-Know-Who, or He Who Must Not Be Named or even the Dark Lord. They're going to announce that on September 1st, but Dad already knows.'

'Well, of course,' Harry muttered, since he too had read that Mr Weasley had accepted the promotion to Undersecretary, 'But a change of name is ridiculous! That'll make people treat him as some nuisance and not a someone extremely dangerous!'

'It's just the Ministry's way of dealing with it, mate,' Ron said, shrugging, 'I think it has it's advantages.' He added: 'Dumbledore and Hermy said more or less the same.'

Harry suddenly felt as if he had to take off his glasses, polish them hard in the Muggle way or put an Impervius at them and then take a very good look at Ron again. Had it really been Ron who said that?

'Hermy?' Harry asked, frowning.

Ron's face split into an enormous grin and, predictably, he became as red as his hair. He averted his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, which made him blush even more.

Harry grinned equally broad and he said at last: 'I see.'

'Er... Can we go into the house?' Ron asked, still quite red, 'Hermy's brought her little brother and Tonks is waiting for us.'

'Tonks?' Harry said, not believing his ears.

The happiness disappeared from Ron's face as quickly as it had come. Suddenly he looked very crestfallen.

'Come on,' he said, 'I'll tell you all about it inside.'

As if she'd heard the magic word, Tonks stuck her head around the corner of the door Harry could have sworn hadn't been there the last time he had visited The Burrow. When she saw him, she smiled immediately.

'Ah, so the two of you are you finally there,' she said, 'And are you going to come in, or are you going to stay here? Personally I prefer here.'

'Just a minute,' Harry called back. He opened Hedwig's cage and stroked her for a moment. 'You know the way, don't you?' he whispered. The owl hooted a soft reproachful reply at him. Of course she did. Harry winked at her and watched her fly away, then turned to follow Ron.

Inside there had been some serious redecorating. While the furniture had always seemed a little bit secondhand and worn or all too obviously used, Harry was amazed to see some really new stuff. Not expensive stuff, but still of very good quality: he thought Aunt Petunia, and perhaps even Uncle Vernon, would certainly have approved of the sitting area. Maybe a bit too big for number four, Privet Drive, but it was not out of place in The Burrow. Harry caught himself thinking and dismissed the thought: there was more than enough of the Dursleys' home in his head and he found he didn't want more. He vastly preferred the thought of Amanda Jeffords.

Ron had already sat down on the couch and put his arm around Hermione. His eyes had a curious, almost possessive gleam in them. Hermione didn't seem to care. Harry's mouth fell open when he saw she had had a haircut: all of it's previous length was gone and she was now wearing it short.

Next to Hermione sat Tonks and Ginny. Ginny was almost lying on the couch. A tome lay on the ground and was too concentrated on copying for an obvious essay to hear him enter.

At the table 'Mad-Eye' Moody was playing chess against a young boy, who looked up when Harry closed the door behind him. Harry was startled to see a pair of golden eyes investigate him, almost as if the boy knew him. It was a little unnerving. The boy had green hair and elegant, pointy ears. He had braces, small fangs and was dressed in fashionable skater clothes. Harry thought the boy must be eleven or so.

Before he could say 'hello' to everybody however, Hermione wrapped her arms around him. That broke the slightly depressed air he detected. Tonks smiled at him and Moody's Magic Eye looked him over approvingly.

'O, am I glad to see you?' Hermione gushed, 'How have you been? Do you like my new haircut?'

Harry stammered something, he wasn't sure what. Once he got past that, he was able to express that he was happy to see her too. He had no chance to ask how her OWL's had turned out, though he thought it a little predictable. Tonks had gotten up too.

'Would you like a cup of tea, Harry?' she asked.

'Oh, yes please!'

'Do I detect manners here?' Tonks teased him. The way she looked at him made him feel very naked.

'Well, maybe a little,' Harry answered, 'I've always had them, there just wasn't much chance of showing them.'

Moody snorted, moved his bishop and said to the boy: 'Check.'

The boy's Knight was slain, thrashing all the way. The boy said softly, in a hoarse, continually cracking voice: 'Oh bugger!'

Harry sat down at the table and sipped from his tea. It was, of course, hot. Hermione looked at Moody, but misunderstood what it had been aimed.

'I know you don't like Snape,' she said, 'But I think you always...'

'Hermione,' Ron interrupted her, 'It wasn't about how Harry behaves at Hogwarts. Stop thinking about school for once!'

'You know, Hermione,' Moody remarked casually, 'It's obvious why you and Mr Weasley are dating, but one would certainly think you of all people gained some expertise from this experience.'

'Hermy's not like other girls,' the boy said to no one in particular. He moved his King, but Harry saw his position wasn't getting any better, on the contrary.

Tonks and Harry laughed heartily at those words. Hermione's ears turned a bit pink and Ron wanted to respond to this, but Moody was faster.

'I thought you were afraid of your sister,' he growled. Before the boy could answer this, he moved his Queen and said: 'Checkmate.'

The boy looked hard at the board, but there was no escape. He glanced very briefly at Hermione and then sighed: 'Lost again.'

Moody got up and Harry caught the quick exchange between Tonks and him. Tonks cleared her throat.

'Ginny,' she asked, 'Can you take Vincent outside for a while? I think this is the fifth game in a row he lost, he must be getting bored.'

From the couch sounded a deep sigh. Ginny understood that tone of voice all too well. It meant that Tonks and Moody wanted to get to the point and that certain inquisitive young ears were unwanted. Ginny put her head down at her couch for a second. She smiled quickly at Tonks.

'But I'm not bored at all,' Vincent protested.

'Sure,' she said, 'This essay isn't coming along coming too well, I could use a diversion. Come on Vinnie, just pretend you're bored. They want us out of here.'

'It won't take long,' Moody assured her, 'I thought I saw some gnomes in the garden. What with all that's been happening, I don't think your Mum had much time for that.' He winked at her.

'That's an open door, if ever I heard one,' Ginny sighed, 'Oh well.' She got up and stretched her limbs first. Harry was amazed to see how tall she was becoming. She looked set to get close to Ron's height. Ginny took Common Gardening Pests: How To Get Rid Of Them Forever of the shelf and said to the boy, who was about to protest again: 'Don't even try, Vinnie, you'll lose the argument. Trust me, I've been there.'

Vincent turned to her: 'Really?'

'Oh yeah,' Ginny said, 'It only stops when you become of Age, you know, when you're allowed to do magic outside Hogwarts.'

Very slowly Vincent got off his chair and made a final, hopeful protest: 'But I'm not human, it doesn't apply to me.'

Ginny held open the door to the garden for him: 'Afraid so, kiddo. The rules are pretty specific about this: it doesn't matter what you are, just that you're under age.'

'Oh bugger,' Vincent said again, very disappointed.

*

'We have a situation on our hands,' Moody growled. He fixed his Magic Eye on Harry, 'Your scar hasn't really hurt, hast it?'

'Hardly,' Harry said, 'Do you have any idea what Voldemort's up to?'

'No,' Moody answered, businesslike, 'That's the problem.'

'What do you mean?' Ron asked, 'The Death Eaters are still in prison, aren't they? Some must be in contact with V-Voldemort, surely they can tell.'

'No,' Moody said in the same manner.

'We know he wants Harry dead,' Tonks said, sitting down at the table, 'Everything is aimed at that.'

Hermione rubbed her forehead. 'I think I know what you're going to say, Mr Moody.'

Ron looked very pleased that she at least seemed to know what was going on. Harry couldn't blame him.

'Good,' Moody barked, 'But they don't, so I will have to say it.' He was pacing around, his wooden leg making a distinct clunk-clunk on the floor. 'When Voldemort's return finally reached the bloody frontpage, everyone knew his Death Eaters had been lying low just waiting for his return. But now that their Dark Lord is back, they're not celebrating. For all we know, they've disappeared into thin air.'

'There are of course some Death Eaters still in Azkaban,' Tonks added, 'But we think Azkaban is about to be abandoned, I mean, we're not going to hold people without the Dementors and they're gone.'

'But people can be traced,' Hermione said thoughtfully, 'Hasn't the Order kept a tab on people, since the news came out?'

'Tried,' Moody growled, 'Made no difference. Some fifteen days ago, all of the Death Eaters vanished from the earth.'

'No one knows where they are?' Harry asked unbelieving, 'But that's incredibly dangerous! Why isn't that on the frontpage?'

'We're suppressing it,' Tonks answered quitely.

'The tables have turned a bit too much,' Moody sighed, 'Before, we had to hide and operate in secret. Now the news is out, everybody's on the lookout for dark wizards, death eaters, the lot, and suddenly they're playing that game at us. It's very inconvenient.'

'It's not as if we haven't looked,' Tonks said, 'But we hardly have to. Like Alastor said, everybody's alarmed and watching. People think the Death Eaters and Voldemort are everywhere, but they're not. There's just no trace of them whatsoever.'

'But..., but..., that's a disaster!' Harry blurted out, 'Wait, what about Lucius Malfoy? You can hardly miss him!'

Moody's face twisted into some sort of smile. He shook his head. 'Wrong. He's been spotted, sure, but we don't know where he is now.' He took an old edition of a leading Muggle newspaper out of a pocket inside his coat and threw it on the table. The headline ran "MYSTERIOUS STORMS IN TASMANIA". The story was vaguely familiar to Harry.

Tonks looked at him: 'The point is, that news is almost two months old. Since then, absolutely nothing. Malfoy had his sollicitor get him out of every board he's on. You'd think he'd retreat to his Manor, but there's no one living there, it's in total disarray. We had Narcissa Malfoy questioned, but she knew nothing. I don't like the woman, but she was telling the truth there.'

'So what do you want us to do?' Ron asked.

"Well, there are lots of books to dig in,' Hermione said cheerfully, 'I certainly know what to do. I'm sure there are stories of disappearances that can shed some light on this.'

This time, Moody genuinely smiled: 'I could probably tell you some that would never make it into the books, but yes, that's one thing you can do.'

'Actually,' Tonks continued, 'We want you three to go to school and pretend the NEWT's are the only thing on your mind. In the meantime we want you to keep your eyes and ears open.'

Harry frowned. He didn't like the sound of this at all. 'But that's what we've been doing for the last five years!'

Moody looked intensely at Harry. Casually he said: 'Dumbledore thinks Voldemort's had a change of heart. He's tried six times and failed again and again. So killing you may now just come second, to be settled at a some future time.'

'I don't believe it,' Harry dismissed it immediately, 'He hates me too much for that. And even if it's true, what could possible have come first? He'd be planning that and I would at least have a clue. He'd be happy or frustrated at something and this'- he pointed to his scar - 'would hurt.'

'Harry has a point, Mr Moody,' Ron remarked, showing Harry the V-sign.

'Not quite, Mr Weasley,' Moody growled, 'Not quite. We think Voldemort may have found a way around that.'

Before Harry could say something about it however, they were shaken from their discussion by a loud noise.

BANG.

'That must be Arthur,' Tonks said.

Ron said up straight and looked suddenly very nervous. Harry had no idea what was going on, but he wished Mr Weasley had taken a bit more time. He would've been able to continue the discussion with Mr Moody and he badly wanted to hear more.

Moody saw his expression and mouthed: 'Talk again later.' Harry felt relief at that. At least he wasn't denied any information.

A few seconds later Mr Weasley entered the room. Harry was shocked to see how low Mr Weasley's shoulders had fallen and how deep the bags under his eyes were. He looked very tired and sad.

Apparently he hadn't expected so many people in the room, because he stood still for a moment and looked wonderingly at everyone. An uncomfortable silence fell across the room, only broken by a soft scream from outside. Ginny had spotted her father.

Tonks cleared her throat. 'Would you like a cup of tea, Arthur?'

It took Mr Weasley a moment to gather his wits, but then he said: 'Yes, yes please. Oh dear. That would be lovely.'

Ron got up from the couch and let Ginny and Vincent back in the house. She sat down next to Hermione, the boy preferred to stand in the background.

Mr Weasley sat down at the table, took off his glasses and sunk his head in his hands. A deep shudder rippled through his shoulders and back.

Four more BANG's, though much more softly than Mr Weasley's, were heard in the hall and it didn't take long before Bill, Charlie and Fred and George entered the room, which made it suddenly look small.

The arrival of almost all of his other sons, seemed to wake up Mr Weasley. Tonks took advantage of putting the cup in front him just then. As everyone sat down, Vincent on one of the arms of the couch, no one was saying a word. They all looked at Mr Weasley.

He finally noticed Harry. 'Oh hello Harry,' he said at last, some friendliness in his face returning, 'I'm glad you're here. This isn't much of a welcome, I'm afraid...'

'Mad-Eye' Moody cut him short. 'Arthur,' he growled.

'Yes, well..., er - yes,' Mr Weasley replied, rubbing his forehead. Slowly he put his glasses back on. His voice was thick with emotion. 'Well, there's not much to say. She's stable and that's, pretty much it. The healers say she's just taking her time, just...'

Mr Weasley couldn't contain his tears any longer. His glasses were returned to the table as he cried. Great sobs shook his body and his breathing came in heavy gulps. At several times he tried to control his emotions, but he only got it back under control at the fourth or the fifth time. When he had polished his glassed and dried most of his tears, he sipped from his tea, the cup shaking in his head.

'Oh, that's better,' he finally said. Harry noticed that Ron's face, already pale, was white as chalk and that he was nearly crushing Hermione's hand. His older brothers were all watching their father intensely.

'What must you be thinking?' Mr Weasley said to Harry, 'Oh, I'm so...'

'Arthur,' Moody cut in again, though was much softer now, 'Harry's not thinking anything, because so far, no one's told him what happened. So do drink the rest of your tea and you tell him all about it.'

Mr Weasley laughed sourly. 'Well, all of it would be rather much, but I believe... let's see... Oh, I know. You do remember the row in, well, I believe it is your house now, isn't it?'

Harry knew immediately what Mr Weasley meant. When he and Ron had entered number 12, Grimmauld Place, Mrs Weasley had welcomed them and Harry had noticed that she seemed to look thinner and a bit more pale.

'Yes, it is,' he replied, 'I can't say I'm too happy about it, but it is now mine.'

'I thought so,' Mr Weasley said, kindly. Now he seemed on more familiar ground, 'If you wish to sell it, do offer it to the Ministry first, they're very interested, you know... And I believe it would fetch a very nice price.'

'I'll certainly keep it in mind,' Harry said, earnestly.

'Good. Now, you remember that she's was thinner?' Harry nodded. 'The whole affair was getting to her, of course, like it did to me...'

'It was getting to all of us, Arthur,' Tonks said.

'I know.' Mr Weasley poured himself another cup. 'But Molly worried about all of you constantly on top of that. I suppose it's only natural and it's not as I don't worry, because I do...Good heavens, the situations you three get yourselves into! But then, I believe all of you will be just fine and....'

He fell silent and Harry thought it was necessary to say: 'Ron explained to me about.. .er - You-Know-Who.'

'Oh Ron!' Mr Weasley frowned at his youngest son. He explained to Harry: 'We only called him that way, because that seemed easier on Molly, but...' He took a deep breath, 'but now she's going be in St. Mungo's for some time, I think it's time we returned to just calling him Percy.'

'I see you're not breaking your cup,' Moody said, 'But I think Harry still doesn't know what this is all about.'

Mr Weasley flushed. 'Oh well,' he said, resigned, 'Last Friday, Molly sent a letter to Percy, congratulating him on his marriage, saying Penelope was just right for him and all sorts of little things. But apparently, Percy didn't think of it that way. He... ah, he..ah, he sent back a Howler.'

'He what?' Harry asked incredulously.

'A Howler,' Ron said quietly, 'I thought only Mum could scream..., I'm sorry Dad,' he quickly added, but Mr Weasley let it pass, 'I'd never heard Percy yell at anybody.'

'We have,' Fred said, with the barest hint of a smile around his mouth, 'Must've been the only time he ever did yell, but we certainly have.'

'Well, in any case,' Mr Weasley said, 'The Howler was the last straw for Molly. S-she had a stroke and she's been in St. Mungo's since. I - uhm, I... had a day off, she forced me to take one, said she needed my help at something... cleaning out the shed, I'm sure... I was still in the house when the Howler arrived, upstairs as a matter of fact. You know how noisy The Burrow can be, so I heard every word. And then nothing, until Pigwidgeon came to me, fluttering even more agitated than usual. It seemed so quite all of a sudden, I think at that time I knew. So I... , I rushed downstairs and found her.'

'How is she?' Hermione asked.

'Well,' Mr Weasley sighed deeply, 'Physically, the Healers say they've done everything they can do for her. She'll have to be a bit more careful in the future, but there should be no reason why she shouldn't live up to a hundred. But mentally, now, that's a completely different matter...'

'Can we go see her?' Ron squeaked.

Mr Weasley nodded slowly. 'Yes, it's almost time. I was actually coming over to pick you up. Would you like to come too, Harry?'

Before Harry could say that, yes of course he was going with them, Moody cut in again: 'Of course he's coming, Arthur. And Hermione. They're practically family. In the meantime, Tonks and I will stay here with Mr Granger. No, don't look at me that way, boy, you're staying here and that's it. Now, don't you look that way either, Arthur Weasley, you take the family to Molly and three of us will try to cook something up.'

'Thank you, Alastor,' Mr Weasley softly said, 'I greatly appreciate your help.'

Moody shrugged and winked at Vincent with his Magic Eye, while Tonks got busy, ushering "the family" out of the house.