'The first one was from the Ministry of Magic, expelling me,' said Harry calmly. He was straining his ears to catch any noises outside, in case the Ministry representatives were approaching, and it was easier and quieter to answer Uncle Vernon's questions than to have him start raging and bellowing. The second one was from my friend Ron's dad, who works at the Ministry.'
'No one's going to die,' said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep, calming voice.
T see,' said Uncle Vernon, looking from his white-faced wife to Harry and hitching up his trousers. He seemed to be swelling, his
He gestured at his massive chest. Harry understood. Dudley was remembering the clammy cold that filled the lungs as hope and happiness were sucked out of you.
He kicked his school trunk as he passed it, but far from relieving his anger he felt worse, as he now had a sharp pain in his toe to deal with in addition to the pain in the rest of his body
'If you mean my mum and dad, why don't you use their names?' said Harry loudly but Aunt Petunia ignored him. She seemed horribly flustered.
'Come here, boy,' said Moody gruffly, beckoning Harry towards him with his wand. 'I need to Disillusion you.'
'Of course I'm not,' said Harry, shaking his head as though to scare off a fly, his mind racing now.
Harry was now so chilled he thought longingly of the snug, dry interiors of the cars streaming along below, then, even more longingly, of travelling by Floo powder; it might be uncomfortable to spin around in fireplaces but it was at least warm in the flames . . . Kingsley Shacklebolt swooped around him, bald pate and earring gleaming slightly in the moonlight .., now Emmeline Vance was on his right, her wand out, her head turning left and right . . . then she, too, swooped over him, to be replaced by Sturgis Podmore . . .
'So would you if your fool of a mother had called you Nymphadora,' muttered Tonks.
'Er - ' said Harry, looking up at her over the top of Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland.
'Because I used the Patronus - '
'Open it!' Harry urged her. 'Get it over with! It'll happen anyway.'
'You are not to steal food from the fridge.'
Aunt Petunia ignored him. She turned to Harry.
'Bear southeast and keep climbing, there's some low cloud ahead we can lose ourselves in!' called Moody.
'Why are we all standing in the dark?' said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a woman's. 'Lumos.'
'He stays,' she said. She was not looking at Harry. She got to her feet again.