Selena Black

Chapter 3: The order of the phoenix.

Chapter 3: The order of phoenix.

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Selena's POV:

"Your - ?"

"My dear old mum, yeah," said Sirius as I come down the stairs to stand at his side. "We've been trying to get her down for a month but we think she put a Permanent. Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas. Lets get downstairs, quick, before they all wake up again."

"But what's a portrait of your mother doing here?" Harry asked, bewildered, as we went through the door from the hall and went down the flight of narrow stone steps, the others just behind us.

"Hasn't anyone told you?" Dad asks glancing at me.

I shrug. "Not exactly the place you want to announce as home."

He nods in agreement before turning back to Harry "

This was my parents' house," said dad. "But besides Selena 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.'

I roll my eyes in Harry's direction. Dad was always complaining.

I turn to glance at my mum as we enter. Could there really be something wrong with her.

Mr Weasley and 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 my shoulder I 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 come 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, "Evanescence!" and the scrolls vanished.

"Sit down, Harry, Selena" said Sirius as mum comes over and sits next to him.

"Hey Harry," mum says to him. "Its nice to see you again."

"You too Miss Dumbledore," he says and she smiles before getting back to her feet.

"You've met Mundungus, haven't you?" Sirius asks Harry.

Mundungus snores before he wakes up.

"Some'n say m'name?" Mundungus mumbled sleepily. "I agree 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."