Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)

72. The Order Of The Phoenix

So with this chapter we hit over 500,000 words...Damn. This going to be my longest book ever.

"Your..."

"My dear old mum, yeah." said Sirius. "We've been trying to get her down for a month but we think she put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas. Let's get downstairs, quick, before they all wake up again."

"But what's a portrait of your mother doing here?" Harry asked, bewildered, as they went through the door from the hall and led the way down a flight of narrow stone steps, the others just behind them.

"Hasn't anyone told you? This was my parents' house." said Sirius. "But I'm the last Black left, so it's mine now. I offered it to Dumbledore for Headquarters...about the only useful thing I've been able to do."

Y/n noted how hard and bitter Sirius's voice sounded. They followed him to the bottom of the steps and through a door leading into the basement kitchen.

It was scarcely less gloomy than the hall above, a cavernous room with rough stone walls. Most of the light was coming from a large fire at the far end of the room. A haze of pipe smoke hung in the air like battle fumes, through which loomed the menacing shapes of heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling. Many chairs had been crammed into the room for the meeting and a long wooden table stood in the middle of them, littered with rolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a heap of what appeared to be rags. Mr. Weasley and his eldest son Bill were talking quietly with their heads together at the end of the table.

Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat. Her husband, a thin, balding, red-haired man who wore horn-rimmed glasses, looked around and jumped to his feet.

"Harry!" Mr Weasley said, hurrying forward to greet him, and shaking his hand vigorously. "Good to see you, you as well Y/n. A very well done on the guard job."

"Thank you Mr Weasley." Y/n said and over his shoulder he saw Bill, who still wore his long hair in a ponytail, hastily rolling up the lengths of parchment left on the table.

"Journey all right, Harry? Y/n?" Bill called, trying to gather up twelve scrolls at once. "Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?"

"He tried." said Tonks, striding over to help Bill and immediately toppling a candle onto the last piece of parchment. "Oh no...sorry..."

"Here, dear." said Mrs. Weasley, sounding exasperated, and she repaired the parchment with a wave of her wand. In the flash of light caused by Mrs. Weasley's charm Harry caught a glimpse of what looked like the plan of a building.

Mrs. Weasley had seen him looking. She snatched the plan off the table and stuffed it into Bill's already overladen arms. "This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of meetings." she snapped, before sweeping off towards an ancient dresser from which she started unloading dinner plates.

Bill took out his wand, muttered. "Evanesce!" and the scrolls vanished.

"Sit down." said Sirius now and they all took their seats. 'You've met Mundungus, haven't you Harry?'

The thing Y/n had taken to be a pile of rags gave a prolonged, grunting snore, then jerked awake.

"Some'n say m'name?" Mundungus mumbled sleepily. "I agree with Sirius..." He raised a very grubby hand in the air as though voting, his droopy, bloodshot eyes unfocused.

Ginny giggled.

"The meeting's over, Dung." said Sirius, as they all sat down around him at the table. "Harry and Y/n have arrived."

"Eh?" said Mundungus, peering bale fully at Harry through his matted ginger hair. "Blimey, so 'e 'as. Yeah...you all right, 'arry?"

"Yeah." said Harry.