'I hope it's our side,' said Ron, sounding slightly nervous.
Ron ignored this last comment.
She straightened up, positioned herself squarely in front of the curtains and beckoned them all forward.
'Watch me,' snarled Mrs Weasley. She was trembling slightly as she looked at Sirius. 'You've given Harry plenty of information. Any more and you might just as well induct him into the Order straightaway.'
'You never said she was your - '
'Well, they didn't tell us much we couldn't have guessed, did they?' he said, thinking of all that had been said downstairs. 'I mean, all they've really said is that the Order's trying to stop pec pie joining Vol-'
'What d'you mean?' said Harry.
'Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley,' Fred muttered, frowning with concentration. 'Can't hear properly . . . d'you reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears?'
'He's not an adult either!' said Mrs Weasley, the colour rising in her cheeks. 'He's not James, Sirius!'
'You two just Apparated on my knees!'
'Course I will,' Harry said.
The clanging doorbell rang again. Everyone looked at Mrs Weasley
'Where did you go?' asked Harry, staring at him.
'I want you in bed, now. All of you,' she added, looking around at Fred, George, Ron and Hermione.
Then Harry remembered. He had seen Bellatrix Lestrange inside Dumbledore's Pensieve, the strange device in which thoughts and memories could be stored: a tall dark woman with heavy-lidded eyes, who had stood at her trial and proclaimed her continuing allegiance to Lord Voldemort, her pride that she had tried to find him after his downfall and her conviction that she would one day be rewarded for her loyalty.
'Mum, I want to hear!' wailed Ginny
Sirius started to rise from his chair.
'Mum,' said George and without further ado there was a loud crack and Harry felt the weight vanish from the end of his bed. A few seconds later, they heard the floorboard creak outside their door; Mrs Weasley was plainly listening to check whether or not they were talking.