'Come on,' Ginny told him, 'if we get a move on we'll be able to save them places.'
Harry had to read this first sentence several times before he was convinced that he had not misunderstood it. Since when had Sirius been a singing sensation?
'No,' she muttered, 'no, surely not . . .'
But then discord crept among us
Hermione came hurrying into the room looking flustered, just as Harry was putting on his trainers. Hedwig was swaying or her shoulder, and she was carrying a squirming Crookshanks in her arms.
'Shall we go and find a compartment, then?' Harry asked.
'Oh, yeah . . .'
For one brief moment, the great black dog reared on to its hind legs and placed its front paws on Harry's shoulders, but Mrs Weasley shoved Harry away towards the train door, hissing, 'For heaven's sake, act more like a dog, Sirius!'
Must meet an early end,
'She was at my hearing, she works for Fudge!'
'You're not supposed to abuse your position, Ron!' said Hermione sharply.
'Oh, yes,' said Luna, 'I've been able to see them ever since my first day here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.'
'Yeah,' said Harry, 'but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.'
'Can I have a look at this?' Harry asked Luna eagerly.
Listen closely to my song:
The whole sad, sorry tale.
'You've got a rubbish sense of humour then,' Ron snapped, as the wheels below them creaked into motion.
'Harry, you're to come with me and Tonks,' shouted Mrs Weasley over the repeated screeches of 'MUDBLOODS! SCUM! CREATURES OF DIRT!' - 'Leave your trunk and your owl, Alastor's going to deal with the luggage . . . oh, for heavens sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!'
'I'll have it back, thank you,' said Luna coldly, and leaning forwards she snatched it out of Harry's hands. Riffling through it to page fifty-seven, she turned it resolutely upside-down again and disappeared behind it, just as the compartment door opened for the third time.