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   Dear Ron;
   
   I have only just heard (from no less a person than the Minister for Magic himself; who has it from your new teacher; Professor Umbridge) that you have bee a Hogwarts prefect。
   was most pleasantly surprised when I heard this news and must firstly offer my congratulations。 I must admit that I have always been afraid that you would take what we might call the 'Fred and George' route; rather than following in my footsteps; so you can imagine my feelings on hearing you have stopped flouting authority and have decided to shoulder some real responsibility。
   But I want to give you more than congratulations; Ron; I want to give you some advice; which is why I am sending this at night rather than by the usual morning post。 Hopefully; you will be able to read this away from prying eyes and avoid awkward questions。
   From something the Minister let slip when telling me you are now a prefect; I gather that you are still seeing a lot of Harry Potter。 I must tell you; Ron; that nothing could put you in danger of losing your badge more than continued fraternisation with that boy。 Yes; I am sure you are surprised to hear this … no doubt you will say that Potter has always been Dumbledore's favourite … but I feel bound to tell you that Dumbledore may not be in charge at Hogwarts much longer and the people who count have a very different … and probably more accurate … view of Potter's behaviour。 I shall say no more here; but if you look at the Daily Prophet tomorrow you will get a good idea of the way the wind is blowing … and see if you can spot yours truly!
   
   Seriously; Ron; you do not want to be tarred with the same brush as Potter; it could be very damaging to your future prospects; and I am talking here about life after school; too。 As you must be aware; given that our father escorted him to court; Potter had a disciplinary hearing this summer in front of the whole Wizengamot and he did not e out of it looking too good。 He got off on a mere technicality; if you ask me; and many of the people I've spoken to remain convinced of his guilt。
   It may be that you are afraid to sever ties with Potter … / know that he can be unbalanced and; for all I know; violent … but if you have any worries about this; or have spotted anything else in Potter's behaviour that is troubling you; I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge; a truly delightful woman who I know will be only too happy to advise you。
   This leads me to my other bit of advice。 As I have hinted above; Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts may soon be over。 Your loyalty; Ron; should be not to him; but to the school and the Ministry。 I am very sorry to hear that; so far; Professor Umbridge is encountering very little co…operation from staff as she strives to make those necessary changes within Hogwarts that the Ministry so ardently desires (although she should find this easier from next week … again; see the Daily Prophet tomorrow!)。 I shall say only this … a student who shows himself willing to help Professor Umbridge now may be very well…placed for Head Boyship in a couple of years!
   
   I am sorry that I was unable to see more of you over the summer。 It pains me to criticise our parents; but I am afraid i can no longer live under their roof while they remain mixed up with the dangerous crowd around Dumbledore。 (If you are writing to Mother at any point; you might tell her that a certain Sturgis Podmore; who is a great friend of Dumbledore's; has recently been sent to Azkabanfor trespass at the Ministry。 Perhaps that will open their eyes to the kind of petty criminals with whom they are currently rubbing shoulders。) I count myself very lucky to have escaped the stigma of association with such people … the Minister really could not be more gracious to me … and I do hope; Ron; that you will not allow family ties to blind you to the misguided nature of our parents' beliefs and actions; either。 I sincerely hope that; in time; they will realise how mistaken they were and I shall; of course; be ready to accept a full apology when that day es。

   Please think over what I have said most carefully; particularly the bit about Harry Potter; and congratulations again on being prefect。
   Your brother;
   
   Percy
   
   Harry looked up at Ron。
   'Well;' he said; trying to sound as though he found the whole thing a joke; 'if you want to … er … what is it?' … he checked Percy's letter … 'Oh yeah … 〃sever ties〃 with me; I swear I won't get violent。'
   
   'Give it back;' said Ron; holding out his hand。 'He is …' Ron said jerkily; tearing Percy's letter in half 'the world's …' he tore it into quarters 'biggest …' he tore it into eighths 'git。' He threw the pieces into the fire。
   'e on; we've got to get this finished sometime before dawn;' he said briskly to Harry; pulling Professor Sinistra's essay back towards him。
   Hermione was looking at Ron with an odd expression on her face。
   'Oh; give them here;' she said abruptly。
   'What?' said Ron。
   'Give them to me; I'll look through them and correct them;' she said。
   'Are you serious? Ah; Hermione; you're a life…saver;' said Ron; 'what can I …?'
   'What you can say is; 〃We promise we'll never leave our homework this late again;〃' she said; holding out both hands for their essays; but she looked slightly amused all the same。
   Thanks a million; Hermione;' said Harry weakly; passing over his essay and sinking back into his armchair; rubbing his eyes。
   It was now past midnight and the mon room was deserted but for the three of them and Crookshanks。 The only sound was that of Hermione's quill scratching out sentences here and there on their essays and the ruffle of pages as she checked various facts in the reference books strewn across the table。 Harry was exhausted。 He also felt an odd; sick; empty feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with tiredness and everything to do with the letter now curling blackly in the heart of the fire。
   He knew that half the people inside Hogwarts thought him strange; even mad; he knew that the Daily Prophet had been making snide allusions to him for months; but there was something about seeing it written down like that in Percy's writing; about knowing that Percy was advising Ron to drop him and even to tell tales about him to Umbridge; that made his situation real to him as nothing else had。 He had known Percy for four years; had stayed in his house during the summer holidays; shared a tent with him during the Quidditch World Cup; had even been awarded full marks by him in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament last year; yet now; Percy thought him unbalanced and possibly violent。
   And with a surge of sympathy for his godfather; Harry thought Sirius was probably the only person he knew who could really understand how he felt at the moment; because Sirius was in the same situation。 Nearly everyone in the wizarding world thought Sirius a dangerous murderer and a great Voldemort supporter and he had had to live with that knowledge for fourteen years:
   
   Harry blinked。 He had just seen something in the fire that could not have been there。 It had flashed into sight and vanished immediately。 No: it could not have been: he had imagined it because he had been thinking about Sirius:
   
   'OK; write that down;' Hermione said to Ron; pushing his essay and a sheet covered in her own writing back to Ron; 'then add this conclusion I've written for you。'
   
   'Hermione; you are honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met;' said Ron weakly; 'and if I'm ever rude to you again …'
   
   '… I'll know you're back to normal;' said Hermione。 'Harry; yours is OK except for this bit at the end; I think you must have misheard Professor Sinistra; Europa's covered in ice; not mice …Harry?'
   
   Harry had slid off his chair on to his knees and was now crouching on the singed and threadbare hearthrug; gazing into the flames。
   'Er … Harry?' said Ron uncertainly。 'Why are you down there?'
   
   'Because I've just seen Sirius's head in the fire;' said Harry。
   He spoke quite calmly; after all; he had seen Sirius's head in this very fire the previous year and talked to it; too; nevertheless; he could not be sure that he had really seen it this time: it had vanished so quickly:
   
   'Sirius's head?' Hermione repeated。 'You mean like when he wanted to talk to you during the Triwizard Tournament? But he wouldn't do that now; it would be too … Sirius!'
   
   She gasped; gazing at the fire; Ron dropped his quill。 There in the middle of the dancing flames sat Sirius's head; long dark hair falling around his grinning face。
   'I was starting to think you'd go to bed before everyone else had disappeared;' he said。 'I've been checking every hour。'
   
   'You've been popping into the fire every hour?' Harry said; half…laughing。
   'Just for a few seconds to check if the coast was clear。'
   
   'But what if you'd been seen?' said Hermione anxiously。
   'Well; I think a girl … first…year; by the look of her … might've got a glimpse of me earlier; but don't worry' Sirius said hastily; as Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth; 'I was gone the moment she looked back at me and I'll bet she just thought I was an oddly…shaped log or something。'
   

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