Teacher, Alecto Carrow will take over the post while her brother, Amycus, fills the

position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

“ ‘I welcome the opportunity to uphold our finest Wizarding traditions and values

–‘ Like committing murder and cutting off people’s ears, I suppose! Snape, headmaster!

Snape in Dumbledore’s study – Merlin’s pants!” she shrieked, making both Harry and

Ron jump. She leapt up from the table and hurtled from the room, shouting as she went,

“I’ll be back in a minute!”

“’Merlin’s pants’?” repeated Ron, looking amused. “She must be upset.” He

Pulled the newspaper toward him and perused the article about Snape.

“The other teachers won’t stand for this, McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout all

know the truth, they know how Dumbledore died. They won’t accept Snape as

headmaster. And who are these Carrows?”

“Death Eaters,” said Harry. “There are pictures of them inside. They were at the

top of the tower when Snape killed Dumbledore, so it’s all friends together. And,” Harry

went on bitterly, drawing up a chair, “I can’t see that the other teachers have got any

choice but to stay. If the Ministry and Voldemort are behind Snape it’ll be a choice

between staying and teaching, or a nice few years in Azkaban – and that’s if they’re

lucky. I reckon they’ll stay to try and protect the students.”

Kreacher came bustling to the table with a large curcen in his hands, and ladled

Out soup into pristine bowls, whistling between his teeth as he did so.

“Thanks, Kreacher,” said Harry, flipping over the Prophet so as not to have to

look at Snape’s face. “Well, at least we know exactly where Snape is now.”

He began to spoon soup into his mouth. The quality of Kreacher’s cooking had

improved dramatically ever since he had been given Regulus’s locket: Today’s French

Onion was as good as Harry had ever tasted.

“There are still a load of Death Eaters watching this house,” he told Ron as he ate,

“more than usual. It’s like they’re hoping we’ll march out carrying our school trunks and

head off for the Hogwarts Express.”

Ron glanced at his watch.

“I’ve been thinking about that all day. It left nearly six hours ago. Weird, not

being on it, isn’t it?”

In his mind’s eye Harry seemed to see the scarlet steam engine as he and Ron had

Once followed it by air, shimmering between fields and hills, a rippling scarlet caterpillar.

He was sure Ginny, Neville, and Luna were sitting together at this moment, perhaps

Wondering where he, Ron, and Hermione were, or debating how best to undermine

Snape’s new regime.

“They nearly saw me coming back in just now,” Harry said, “I landed badly on

the top step, and the Cloak slipped.”

“I do that every time. Oh, here she is,” Ron added, craning around in his seat to

watch Hermione reentering the kitchen. “And what in the name of Merlin’s most baggy

Y Fronts was that about?”

“I remembered this,” Hermione panted.

She was carrying a large, framed picture, which she now lowered to the floor

Before seizing her small, beaded bag from the kitchen sideboard. Opening it, she

Proceeded to force the painting inside and despite the fact that it was patently too large to

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