jkrowling.hp&theorderofphenix-第103章

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that　if　there　was　bad　news；　they　would　know　straightaway；　for　Mrs　Weasley　must　long　since　have　arrived　at　St　Mungo's。
　　　Fred　fell　into　a　doze；　his　head　lolling　sideways　on　to　his　shoulder。　Ginny　was　curled　like　a　cat　on　her　chair；　but　her　eyes　were　open；　Harry　could　see　them　reflecting　the　firelight。　Ron　was　sitting　with　his　head　in　his　hands；　whether　awake　or　asleep　it　was　impossible　to　tell。　Harry　and　Sirius　looked　at　each　other　every　so　often；　intruders　upon　the　family　grief；　waiting：　waiting：
　　　
　　　At　ten　past　five　in　the　morning　by　Ron's　watch；　the　kitchen　door　swung　open　and　Mrs　Weasley　entered　the　kitchen。　She　was　extremely　pale；　but　when　they　all　turned　to　look　at　her；　Fred；　Ron　and　Harry　half　rising　from　their　chairs；　she　gave　a　wan　smile。
　　　'He's　going　to　be　all　right；'　she　said；　her　voice　weak　with　tiredness。　'He's　sleeping。　We　can　all　go　and　see　him　later。　Bill's　sitting　with　him　now；　he's　going　to　take　the　morning　off　work。'
　　　
　　　Fred　fell　back　into　his　chair　with　his　hands　over　his　face。　George　and　Ginny　got　up；　walked　swiftly　over　to　their　mother　and　hugged　her。　Ron　gave　a　very　shaky　laugh　and　downed　the　rest　of　his　Butterbeer　in　one。
　　　'Breakfast！'　said　Sirius　loudly　and　joyfully；　jumping　to　his　feet。　'Where's　that　accursed　house…elf？　Kreacher！　KREACHER！'
　　　
　　　But　Kreacher　did　not　answer　the　summons。
　　　'Oh；　forget　it；　then；'　muttered　Sirius；　counting　the　people　in　front　of　him。　'So；　it's　breakfast　for　…　let's　see　…　seven：　bacon　and　eggs；　I　think；　and　some　tea；　and　toast　…'
　　　
　　　Harry　hurried　over　to　the　stove　to　help。　He　did　not　want　to　intrude　on　the　Weasleys'　happiness　and　he　dreaded　the　moment　when　Mrs　Weasley　would　ask　him　to　recount　his　vision。　However；　he　had　barely　taken　plates　from　the　dresser　when　Mrs　Weasley　lifted　them　out　of　his　hands　and　pulled　him　into　a　hug。
　　　'I　don't　know　what　would　have　happened　if　it　hadn't　been　for　you；　Harry；'　she　said　in　a　muffled　voice。　They　might　not　have　found　Arthur　for　hours；　and　then　it　would　have　been　too　late；　but　thanks　to　you　he's　alive　and　Dumbledore's　been　able　to　think　up　a　good　cover　story　for　Arthur　being　where　he　was；　you've　no　idea　what　trouble　he　would　have　been　in　otherwise；　look　at　poor　Sturgis：〃
　　　
　　　Harry　could　hardly　bear　her　gratitude；　but　fortunately　she　soon　released　him　to　turn　to　Sirius　and　thank　him　for　looking　after　her　children　through　the　night。　Sirius　said　he　was　very　pleased　to　have　been　able　to　help；　and　hoped　they　would　all　stay　with　him　as　long　as　Mr　Weasley　was　in　hospital。
　　　'Oh；　Sirius；　I'm　so　grateful：　they　think　he'll　be　there　a　little　while　and　it　would　be　wonderful　to　be　nearer：　of　course；　that　might　mean　we're　here　for　Christmas。'
　　　
　　　The　more　the　merrier！'　said　Sirius　with　such　obvious　sincerity　that　Mrs　Weasley　beamed　at　him；　threw　on　an　apron　and　began　to　help　with　breakfast。
　　　'Sirius；'　Harry　muttered；　unable　to　stand　it　a　moment　longer。　'Can　I　have　a　quick　word？　Er　…　now？'
　　　
　　　He　walked　into　the　dark　pantry　and　Sirius　followed。　Without　preamble；　Harry　told　his　godfather　every　detail　of　the　vision　he　had　had；　including　the　fact　that　he　himself　had　been　the　snake　who　had　attacked　Mr　Weasley。
　　　When　he　paused　for　breath；　Sirius　said；　'Did　you　tell　Dumbledore　this？'
　　　
　　　'Yes；'　said　Harry　impatiently；　'but　he　didn't　tell　me　what　it　meant。　Well；　he　doesn't　tell　me　anything　any　more。'
　　　
　　　'I'm　sure　he　would　have　told　you　if　it　was　anything　to　worry　about；'　said　Sirius　steadily。
　　　'But　that's　not　all；'　said　Harry；　in　a　voice　only　a　little　above　a　whisper。　'Sirius；　I：　I　think　I'm　going　mad。　Back　in　Dumbledore's　office；　just　before　we　took　the　Portkey：　for　a　couple　of　seconds　there　I　thought　I　was　a　snake；　I　felt　like　one　…　my　scar　really　hurt　when　I　was　looking　at　Dumbledore　…　Sirius；　I　wanted　to　attack　him！'
　　　
　　　He　could　only　see　a　sliver　of　Sirius's　face；　the　rest　was　in　darkness。
　　　'It　must　have　been　the　aftermath　of　the　vision；　that's　all；'　said　Sirius。　'You　were　still　thinking　of　the　dream　or　whatever　it　was　and　…'
　　　
　　　'It　wasn't　that；'　said　Harry；　shaking　his　head；　'it　was　like　something　rose　up　inside　me；　like　there's　a　snake　inside　me。'
　　　
　　　'You　need　to　sleep；'　said　Sirius　firmly。　'You're　going　to　have　breakfast；　then　go　upstairs　to　bed；　and　after　lunch　you　can　go　and　see　Arthur　with　the　others。　You're　in　shock；　Harry；　you're　blaming　yourself　for　something　you　only　witnessed；　and　it's　lucky　you　did　witness　it　or　Arthur　might　have　died。　Just　stop　worrying。'
　　　
　　　He　clapped　Harry　on　the　shoulder　and　left　the　pantry；　leaving　Harry　standing　alone　in　the　dark。
　　　
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　　　Everyone　but　Harry　spent　the　rest　of　the　morning　sleeping。　He　went　up　to　the　bedroom　he　and　Ron　had　shared　over　the　last　few　weeks　of　summer；　but　while　Ron　crawled　into　bed　and　was　asleep　within　minutes；　Harry　sat　fully　clothed；　hunched　against　the　cold　metal　bars　of　the　bedstead；　keeping　himself　deliberately　unfortable；　determined　not　to　fall　into　a　doze；　terrified　that　he　might　bee　the　serpent　again　in　his　sleep　and　wake　to　find　that　he　had　attacked　Ron；　or　else　slithered　through　the　house　after　one　of　the　others：
　　　
　　　When　Ron　woke　up；　Harry　pretended　to　have　enjoyed　a　refreshing　nap　too。　Their　trunks　arrived　from　Hogwarts　while　they　were　eating　lunch；　so　they　could　dress　as　Muggles　for　the　trip　to　St　Mungo's。　Everybody　except　Harry　was　riotously　happy　and　talkative　as　they　changed　out　of　their　robes　into　jeans　and　sweatshirts。　When　Tonks　and　Mad…Eye　turned　up　to　escort　them　across　London；　they　greeted　them　gleefully；　laughing　at　the　bowler　hat　Mad…Eye　was　wearing　at　an　angle　to　conceal　his　magical　eye　and　assuring　him；　truthfully；　that　Tonks；　whose　hair　was　short　and　bright　pink　again；　would　attract　far　less　attention　on　the　Underground。
　　　Tonks　was　very　interested　in　Harry's　vision　of　the　attack　on　Mr　Weasley；　something　Harry　was　not　remotely　interested　in　discussing。
　　　There　isn't　any　Seer　blood　in　your　family；　is　there？'　she　enquired　curiously；　as　they　sat　side　by　side　on　a　train　rattling　towards　the　heart　of　the　city。
　　　'No；'　said　Harry；　thinking　of　Professor　Trelawney　and　feeling　insulted。
　　　'No；'　said　Tonks　musingly；　'no；　I　suppose　it's　not　really　prophecy　you're　doing；　is　it？　I　mean；　you're　not　seeing　the　future；　you're　seeing　the　present：　it's　odd；　isn't　it？　Useful；　though：'
　　　
　　　Harry　didn't　answer；　fortunately；　they　got　out　at　the　next　stop；　a　station　in　the　very　heart　of　London；　and　in　the　bustle　of　leaving　the　train　he　was　able　to　allow　Fred　and　George　to　get　between　himself　and　Tonks；　who　was　leading　the　way。　They　all　followed　her　up　the　escalator；　Moody　clunking　along　at　the　back　of　the　group；　his　bowler　tilted　low　and　one　gnarled　hand　stuck　in　between　the　buttons　of　his　coat；　clutching　his　wand。　Harry　thought　he　sensed　the　concealed　eye　staring　hard　at　him。　Trying　to　avoid　any　more　questions　about　his　dream；　he　asked　Mad…Eye　where　St　Mungo's　was　hidden。
　　　'Not　far　from　here；'　grunted　Moody　as　they　stepped　out　into　the　wintry　air　on　a　broad　store…lined　street　packed　with　Christmas　shoppers。　He　pushed　Harry　a　little　ahead　of　him　and　stumped　along　just　behind；　Harry　knew　the　eye　was　rolling　in　all　directions　under　the　tilted　hat。　'Wasn't　easy　to　find　a　good　location　for　a　hospital。　Nowhere　in　Diagon　Alley　was　big　enough　and　we　couldn't　have　it　underground　like　the　Ministry　…　wouldn't　be　healthy。　In　the　end　they　managed　to　get　hold　of　a　building　up　here。　Theory　was；　sick　wizards　could　e　and　go　and　just　blend　in　with　the　crowd。'
　　　
　　　He　seized　Harry's　shoulder　to　prevent　them　being　separated　by　a　gaggle　of　shoppers　plainly　intent　on　nothing　but　making　it　into　a　nearby　shop　full　of　electrical　gadgets。
　　　'Here　we　go；'　said　Moody　a　moment　later。
　　　They　had　arrived　outside　a　large；　old…fashioned；　red…brick　department　store　called　Purge　6z　Dowse　Ltd。　The　place　had　a　shabby；　miserable　air；　the　window　displays　consisted　of　a　few　chipped　dummies　with　their　wigs　askew；　standing　at　random　and　modelling　fashions　at　least　ten　years　out　of　date。　Large　signs　on　all　the　dusty　doors　read：　'Closed　for　Refurbishment'。　Harry　distinctly　heard　a　large　woman　laden　with　plastic　shopping　bags　say　to　her　friend　as　they　passed；　'It's　never　open；　that　place：'