Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter, #5)

by J.K. Rowling

Hadn’t he proved himself capable of handling much more than they?

But there was no happiness in him

He was never going to see Ron and Hermione again — And their faces burst clearly into his mind as he fought for breath —

“Don’t put it away, idiot boy!” she shrieked. “What if there are more of them around? Oh, I’m going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!”

What would spoiled, pampered, bullying Dudley have been forced to hear?

“They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban,” said Aunt Petunia.

And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother’s sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister’s) were not narrowed in dislike or anger: They were wide and fearful. The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had maintained all Harry’s life — that there was no magic and no world other than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon — seemed to have fallen away.

“REMEMBER MY LAST, PETUNIA.”

“The boy — the boy will have to stay, Vernon,” she said weakly.

“About time!” Harry snarled, as she landed lightly on top of her cage. “You can put that down, I’ve got work for you!”

QUE MEAN

“Why are we all standing in the dark?” said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a woman’s. “Lumos.”

AHHHHHHH TONKSSSSSSS

“Don’t call me Nymphadora, Remus,” said the young witch with a shudder. “It’s Tonks.”

“Very clean, aren’t they, these Muggles?” said the witch called Tonks, who was looking around the kitchen with great interest. “My dad’s Muggle-born and he’s a right old slob. I suppose it varies, just like with wizards?”

“I’m a Metamorphmagus,”

I love her

Harry, I’ve left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry —” “They won’t,” said Harry. “That you’re safe —” “That’ll just depress them.”

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

“Oh hello, Harry!” said Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, brightly. “I thought I heard your voice.”

“Hello, Harry,” he said grimly, “I see you’ve met my mother.”

none of your brothers caused this sort of trouble!” Mrs. Weasley raged at the twins, slamming a fresh flagon of butterbeer onto the table and spilling almost as much again. “Bill didn’t feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn’t Charm everything he met! Percy —”

“He’s not James, Sirius!”

“The thing is, it’s been rather difficult for you to look after him while you’ve been locked up in Azkaban, hasn’t it?”

“But Dumbledore says he doesn’t care what they do as long as they don’t take him off the Chocolate Frog cards,” said Bill, grinning.

“Don’t call her a Mudblood!” said Ron and Ginny together, very angrily.

THE NOBLE AND MOST ANCIENT HOUSE OF BLACK “TOUJOURS PUR”

my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them . . . that’s him.”

Sirius jabbed a finger at the very bottom of the tree, at the name REGULUS BLACK. A date of death (some fifteen years previously) followed the date of birth.

“No, he was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort’s orders, more likely, I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don’t just hand in your resignation

to Voldemort. It’s a lifetime of service or death.”

Phineas Nigellus . . . my great-great-grandfather, see? Least popular headmaster Hogwarts ever had

I see Tonks isn’t on here. Maybe that’s why Kreacher won’t take orders from her

“You and Tonks are related?” Harry asked, surprised. “Oh yeah, her mother, Andromeda, was my favorite cousin,” said Sirius, examining the tapestry carefully. “No, Andromeda’s not on here either, look —”

He pointed to another small round burn mark between two names, Bellatrix and Narcissa.

Harry, however, did not laugh; he was too busy staring at the names to the right of Andromeda’s burn mark. A double line of gold embroidery linked Narcissa Black with Lucius Malfoy, and a single vertical gold line from their names led to the name Draco.

Molly and I are cousins by marriage and Arthur’s something like my second cousin once removed.

There was a musical box that emitted a faintly sinister, tinkling tune when wound, and they all found themselves becoming curiously weak and sleepy until Ginny had the sense to slam the lid shut; also a heavy locket that none of them could open,

QUE FUCKING CRAZY QUE YO NUNCA ME DI CUENTA WTF

When Sirius wrested a large golden ring bearing the Black crest from his grip Kreacher actually burst into furious tears and left the room sobbing under his breath and calling Sirius names Harry had never heard before.

Tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. The last three were all looking adoringly up at the witch and wizard.

Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister.

Those who had been frowning now murmured in agreement, but it was the sight of Percy’s sanctimonious little nod that goaded Harry into speech.

“Laws can be changed,” said Fudge savagely. “Of course they can,” said Dumbledore, inclining his head. “And you certainly seem to be making many changes, Cornelius. Why, in the few short weeks since I was asked to leave the Wizengamot, it has already become the practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic!”

It contained two pieces of parchment, one the usual reminder that term started on the first of September,

“You don’t mind if we don’t kiss you, do you, Ron?” said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.

He could not lie to himself; if he had known the prefect badge was on its way, he would have expected it to come to him, not Ron. Did this make him as arrogant as Draco Malfoy? Did he think himself superior to everyone else? Did he really believe he was better than Ron?

Was he, Harry, Ron’s best friend in the world, going to sulk because he didn’t have a badge, laugh with the twins behind Ron’s back, ruin this for Ron when, for the first time, he had beaten Harry at something?

“Listen — Ron — well done, mate.”

“I was never a prefect myself,” said Tonks

Elphias Doge, you’ve met him, I’d forgotten he used to wear that stupid hat

But Harry, closing his bedroom door behind him some ten minutes later, could not think Mrs. Weasley silly.

“First sign of madness, talking to your own head,” said a sly voice from the empty picture on the wall. Harry ignored it. He felt older than he had ever felt in his life, and it seemed extraordinary to him that barely an hour ago he had been worried about a joke shop and who had gotten a prefect’s badge.

“Nice dog, Harry!” called a tall boy with dreadlocks. “Thanks, Lee,” said Harry, grinning, as Sirius wagged his tail frantically.