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Harry hardly dared believe her； yet his heart was lightening almost in spite of himself。
'That dream I had about your dad and the snake； though …'
'Harry you've had these dreams before；' Hermione said。 'You had flashes of what Voldemort was up to last year。'
This was different；' said Harry； shaking his head。 'I was inside that snake。 It was like I was the snake： what if Voldemort somehow transported me to London …？'
'One day；' said Hermione； sounding thoroughly exasperated； 'you'll read Hogwarts： A History； and perhaps it will remind you that you can't Apparate or Disapparate inside Hogwarts。 Even Voldemort couldn't just make you fly out of your dormitory； Harry。'
'You didn't leave your bed； mate；' said Ron。 'I saw you thrashing around in your sleep for at least a minute before we could wake you up。'
Harry started pacing up and down the room again； thinking。 What they were all saying was not only forting； it made sense： without really thinking； he took a sandwich from the plate on the bed and crammed it hungrily into his 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