At 12 Grimmauld Place, a group of people sat around the table in a meeting.
"Achoo!"
Chris suddenly sneezed, nearly knocking the cup beside him onto the floor.
Everyone looked over. Mr. Weasley asked concernedly, "Have you caught a cold?"
"No, probably not." Chris shook his head. "Maybe I just didn't rest well last night. Don't mind me. Where were we?"
"Moving Harry!" Mr. Weasley said solemnly. "We have to get Harry out of his aunt's house on his seventeenth birthday."
"I really don't understand why we have to make such a fuss over this!" Sirius said, looking somewhat impatient.
What was Dumbledore thinking? When we brought Harry out in the first place, he should have been allowed to stay here. Why did he have to be sent back to the Dursleys?
"Dumbledore must have his reasons," Mrs. Weasley said. "Sirius, we should trust him."
"Yes, I know. You've said that plenty of times already." Sirius's tone was a little sharp. "If I didn't trust Dumbledore, I wouldn't have let Harry leave in the first place."
The room immediately grew much quieter. No one spoke, because they did not know why Dumbledore had done this either—personally taking Harry back to Little Whinging on the very night his holiday began.
"Sorry, everyone, don't mind me." Sirius tried to break the silence. "So what do we do to bring Harry back here safely?"
"Isn't that simple?" Mundungus said casually. "Just have Dumbledore bring him over, like when he took Harry there."
The shifty-looking wizard was staring at the gleaming silverware on the dining table, with no real intention of joining the discussion. To him, this was all completely unnecessary.
With Dumbledore around, who could possibly snatch Harry Potter away?
"Did you leave your ears somewhere else during our last meeting?" Mrs. Weasley,