Harry Potter and the Triangle Prophecy - Sahits

“Mrs. Who? Dumbledore? What are you going on about, Harry?”“Mrs. Figg. That’s where Draco’s staying. She was his nanny when he was small and also mybabysitter when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia wanted to do something nice with Dudleyand didn’t want me around. She’s really a witch, and she’s going to be the new DefenseAgainst the Dark Arts teacher in September. She’s also Mad-Eye Moody’s little sister.”She didn’t take her eye off the road as he told her all this, but said dryly, “You’re not serious.”“Completely. Turn left here instead of right.”She followed his directions and they were soon at Mrs. Figg’s house. When they reached thedoor, Harry rang the bell, hoping somehow that Draco would be the one to answer.Unfortunately, it was Mrs. Figg.“Harry! What the hell--and who’s this?”Katie swallowed, the look on her face making it clear that she was very glad to be out ofschool, with no danger of having Mrs. Figg for her teacher in September. Harry saw her steelherself as she thrust out her hand, saying in an only slightly-shaky voice, “Katie Bell. SamBell’s my father.”Mrs. Figg took her hand and shook it firmly. “Ah. Sam Bell. Yes, yes...Come in, come in.”In the entrance hall, Harry told her, “We’ve been to the park, to that tent Rodney Jeffries isusing. We’ve something important to tell you, something Dumbledore may want to know,too.”She raised her eyebrows. “And what were you two doing in the park at this time of night, mayI ask?”Katie seemed to be gaining confidence. She lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. “No,”she said raising her own eyebrows at the old woman. “You may not.”Harry was expecting Mrs. Figg to respond with a typically Moody-like retort, but instead shechuckled and moved toward the kitchen. “I see we have a feisty one here...”She motioned for Harry and Katie to sit at the kitchen table, then moved her finger a tiny bit,causing the tea things to start zooming around the room. “Draco should probably hear all thistoo,” Harry told her. Mrs. Figg immediately howled Draco’s name, making Harry and Katiewince (Harry fought the urge to cover his ears).“WHAT?” came the annoyed response from the second floor.“JUST GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE!” was Mrs. Figg’s answer. Harry glanced at Katie;he had become accustomed to this from having stayed in this house during the previoussummer, but he was a bit embarassed to have Katie witness the usual mode of communicationfor the Figg household: top-of-the-lungs bellowing. Katie, however, only winced the onetime.“I’M COMING, YOU OLD--”46