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'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。'
Harry； who had expected a better wele； noted how hard and bitter Sirius's voice sounded。 He followed his godfather 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 ing 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！'
Over his shoulder Harry 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？' Bill called； trying to gather up twelve scrolls at once。 'Mad…Eye didn't make you e via Greenland； then？'
'He tried；' said Tonks； striding over to help Bill and immediately toppling a candle on to 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； 'Evanesco！' and the scrolls vanished。
'Sit down； Harry；' said Sirius。 'You've met Mundungus； haven't you？'
The thing Harry 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 'gree 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's arrived。'
'Eh？' said Mundungus； peering balefully at Harry through his matted ginger hair。 'Blimey； so 'e 'as。 Yeah： you all right； 'Any？'
'Yeah；' said Harry。
Mundungus fumbled nervously in his pockets； still staring at Harry； and pulled out a grimy black pipe。 He stuck it in his mouth； ignited the end of it with his wand and took a deep pull on it。 Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke obscured him within seconds。
'Owe you a 'pology；' grunted a voice from the middle of the smelly cloud。
'For the last time； Mundungus；' called Mrs Weasley； 'will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen； especially not when we're about to eat！'
'Ah；' said Mundungus。 'Right。 Sorry； Molly。'
The cloud of smoke vanished as Mundungus stowed his pipe back in his pocket； but an acrid smell of burning socks lingered。
'And if you want dinner before midnight I'll need a hand；' Mrs Weasley said to the room at large。 'No； you can stay where you are； Harry dear； you've had a long journey。'
'What can I do； Molly？' said Tonks enthusiastically； bounding forwards。
Mrs Weasley hesitated； looking apprehensive。
'Er … no； it's all right； Tonks； you have a rest too； you've done enough today。'
'No； no； I want to help！' said Tonks brightly； knocking over a chair as she hurried towards the dresser； from which Ginny was collecting cutlery。
Soon； a series of heavy knives were chopping meat and vegetables of their own accord； supervised by Mr Weasley； while Mrs Weasley stirred a cauldron dangling over the fire and the others took out plates； more goblets and food from the pantry。 Harry was left at the table with Sirius and Mundungus； who was still blinking at him mournfully。
'Seen old Figgy since？' he asked。
'No；' said Harry； 'I haven't seen anyone。'
'See； I wouldn't 'ave left；' said Mundungus； leaning forward； a pleading note in his voice； 'but I 'ad a business opportunity …'
Harry felt something brush against his knees and started； but it was only Crookshanks； Hermione's bandy…legged ginger cat； who wound himself once around Harry's legs； purring； then jumped on to Sirius's lap and curled up。 Sirius scratched him absent…mindedly behind the ears as he turned； still grim…faced； to Harry。
'Had a good summer so far？'
'No； it's been lousy；' said Harry。
For the first time； something like a grin flitted across Sirius's face。
'Don't know what you're plaining about； myself。'
'What？' said Harry incredulously。
'Personally； I'd have weled a Dementor attack。 A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely。 You think you've had it bad； at least you've been able to get out and about； stretch your legs； get into a few fights： I've been stuck inside for a month。'
'How e？' asked Harry； frowning。
'Because the Ministry of Magic's still after me； and Voldemort will know all about me being an Animagus by now； Wormtail will have told him； so my big disguise is useless。 There's not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix： or so Dumbledore feels。'
There was something about the slightly flattened tone of voice in which Sirius uttered Dumbledore's name that told Harry that Sirius； too； was not very happy with the Headmaster。 Harry felt a sudden upsurge of affection for his godfather。
At least you've known what's been going on；' he said bracingly。
'Oh yeah；' said Sirius sarcastically。 'Listening to Snape's reports； having to take all his snide hints that he's out there risking his life while I'm sat on my backside here having a nice fortable time： asking me how the cleanings going …'
'What cleaning？' asked Harry。
Trying to make this place fit for human habitation；' said Sirius； waving a hand around the dismal kitchen。 'No one's lived here for ten years； not since my dear mother died； unless you count her old house…elf； and he's gone round the twist … hasn't cleaned anything in ages。'
'Sirius；' said Mundungus； who did not appear to have paid any attention to the conversation； but had been closely examining an empty goblet。 'This solid silver； mate？'
'Yes；' sa