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s mouth。
I'm not the weapon after all； thought Harry。 His heart swelled with happiness and relief； and he felt like joining in as they heard
Sirius tramping past their door towards Buckbeak's room； singing 'God Rest Ye； Merry Hippogriffs' at the top of his voice。
* * *
How could he have dreamed of returning to Privet Drive for Christmas？ Sirius's delight at having the house full again； and especially at having Harry back； was infectious。 He was no longer their sullen host of the summer； now he seemed determined that everyone should enjoy themselves as much； if not more than they would have done at Hogwarts； and he worked tirelessly in the run…up to Christmas Day； cleaning and decorating with their help； so that by the time they all went to bed on Christmas Eve the house was barely recognisable。 The tarnished chandeliers were no longer hung with cobwebs but with garlands of holly and gold and silver streamers； magical snow glittered in heaps over the threadbare carpets； a great Christmas tree； obtained by Mundungus and decorated with live fairies； blocked Sirius's family tree from view； and even the stuffed elf…heads on the hall wall wore Father Christmas hats and beards。
Harry awoke on Christmas morning to find a stack of presents at the foot of his bed and Ron already halfway through opening his own； rather larger； pile。
'Good haul this year；' he informed Harry through a cloud of paper。 Thanks for the Broom pass； it's excellent； beats Hermione's … she got me a homework planner …
Harry sorted through his presents and found one with Hermione's handwriting on it。 She had given him； too； a book that resembled a diary except that every time he opened a page it said aloud things like： 'Do it today or later you'll pay！'
Sirius and Lupin had given Harry a set of excellent books entitled Practical Defensive Magic and its Use Against the Dark Arts； which had superb； moving colour illustrations of all the counter…jinxes and hexes it described。 Harry flicked through the first volume eagerly； he could see it was going to be highly useful in his plans for the DA。 Hagrid had sent a furry brown wallet that had fangs； which were presumably supposed to be an anti…theft device； but unfortunately prevented Harry putting any money in without getting his fingers ripped off。 Tonks's present was a small； working model of a Firebolt； which Harry watched fly around the room； wishing he still had his full…size version； Ron had given him an enormous box of Every…Flavour Beans； Mr and Mrs Weasley the usual hand…knitted jumper and some mince pies； and Dobby a truly dreadful painting that Harry suspected had been done by the elf himself。 He had just turned it upside…down to see whether it looked better that way when； with a loud crack； Fred and George Apparated at the foot of his bed。
'Merry Christmas；' said George。 'Don't go downstairs for a bit。'
'Why not？' said Ron。
'Mum's crying again；' said Fred heavily。 'Percy sent back his Christmas jumper。'
'Without a note；' added George。 'Hasn't asked how Dad is or visited him or anything。'
'We tried to fort her；' said Fred； moving around the bed to look at Harry's portrait。 Told her Percy's nothing more than a humungous pile of rat droppings。'
'Didn't work；' said George； helping himself to a Chocolate Frog。 'So Lupin took over。 Best let him cheer her up before we go down for breakfast； I reckon。'
'What's that supposed to be； anyway？' asked Fred； squinting at Dobby's painting。 'Looks like a gibbon with two black eyes。'
'It's Harry！' said George； pointing at the back of the picture； 'says so on the back！'
'Good likeness；' said Fred； grinning。 Harry threw his new homework diary at him； it hit the wall opposite and fell to the floor where it said happily： 'If you've dotted the 〃i〃s and crossed the 〃t〃s then you may do whatever you please！'
They got up and dressed。 They could hear the various inhabitants of the house calling 'Merry Christmas' to one another。 On their way downstairs they met Hermione。
Thanks for the book； Harry' she said happily。 'I've been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages！ And that perfume's really unusual； Ron。'
'No problem；' said Ron。 'Who's that for； anyway？' he added； nodding at the neatly wrapped present she was carrying。
'Kreacher；' said Hermione brightly。
'It had better not be clothes！' Ron warned her。 'You know what Sirius said： Kreacher knows too much； we can't set him free！'
'It isn't clothes；' said Hermione； 'although if I had my way I'd certainly give him something to wear other than that filthy old rag。 No； it's a patchwork quilt； I thought it would brighten up his bedroom。'
'What bedroom？' said Harry； dropping his voice to a whisper as they were passing the portrait of Sirius's mother。
'Well； Sirius says it's not so much a bedroom； more a kind of …den；' said Hermione。 'Apparently he sleeps under the boiler in that cupboard off the kitchen。'
Mrs Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there。 She was standing at the stove and sounded as though she had a bad head cold as she wished them 'Merry Christmas'； and they all averted their eyes。
'So； is this Kreacher's bedroom？' said Ron； strolling over to a dingy door in the corner opposite the pantry。 Harry had never seen it open。
'Yes；' said Hermione； now sounding a little nervous。 'Er： I think we'd better knock。'
Ron rapped on the door with his knuckles but there was no reply。
'He must be sneaking around upstairs；' he said； and without further ado pulled open the door。 'Urgh！'
Harry peered inside。 Most of the cupboard was taken up with a very large and old…fashioned boiler； but in the foot of space underneath the pipes Kreacher had made himself something that looked like a nest。 A jumble of assorted rags and smelly old blankets were piled on the floor and the small dent in the middle of it showed where Kreacher curled up to sleep every night。 Here and there among the material were stale bread crusts and mouldy old bits of cheese。 In a far corner glinted small objects and coins that Harry guessed Kreacher had saved； magpie…like； from Sirius's purge of the house； and he had also managed to retrieve the silver…framed family photographs that Sirius had thrown away over the summer。 Their glass might be shattered； but still the little black…and…white people inside them peered up at him haughtily； including … he felt a little jolt in his stomach … the dark； heavy…lidded woman whose trial he had witnessed in Dumbledore's Pensieve： Bellatrix Lestrange。 By the looks of it； hers was Kreacher's favourite photograph； he had placed it to the fore of all the others and had mended the glass clumsily with Spellotape。
'I think I'll just leave his present here；' said Hermione； laying the package neatly in the middle of the depression in the rags and blankets and closing the door quietly。 'He'll find it later； that'll be fine。'
'e to think of it；' said Sirius； emerging from the pantry carrying a large turkey as they closed the cupboard door； 'has anyone actually seen Kreacher lately？'
'I haven't seen him since the night we came back here；' said Harry。 'You were ordering him out of the kitchen。'
'Yeah：' said Sirius； frowning。 'You know； I think that's the last time I saw him； too： he must be hiding upstairs somewhere。'
'He couldn't have left； could he？' said Harry。 'I mean； when you said 〃out〃； maybe he thought you meant get out of the house？'
'No； no； house…elves can't leave unless they're given clothes。 They're tied to their family's house；' said Sirius。
They can leave the house if they really want to；' Harry contradicted him。 'Dobby did； he left the Malfoys' to give me warnings two years ago。 He had to punish himself afterwards； but he still managed it。'
Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment； then said； I'll look for him later； I expect I'll find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mother's old bloomers or something。 Of course； he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died： but I mustn't get my hopes up。'
Fred； George and Ron laughed； Hermione； however； looked reproachful。 j
Once they had eaten their Christmas lunch； the Weasleys； Harry and Hermione were planning to pay Mr Weasley another visit； escorted by Mad…Eye and Lupin。 Mundungus turned up in time for Christmas pudding and trifle； having managed to 'borrow' a car for the occasion； as the Underground did not run on Christmas Day。 The car； which Harry doubted very much had been taken with the consent of its owner； had been enlarged with a spell like the Weasleys' old Ford Anglia had once been。 Although normally proportioned outside； ten people with Mundungus driving were able to fit into it quite fortably。 Mrs Weasley hesitated before getting inside … Harry knew her disapproval of Mundungus was battling with her dislike of travelling without magic … but； finally； the cold outside and her children's pleading triumphed； and she settled herself into the back seat between Fred and Bill with good grace。
The journey to St Mungo's was quite quick as there was very