"Familiar?" Ron looked at Harry in bewilderment. "Have you seen that Sirius Black recently?"
"Probably not..." Harry thought for a moment and shook his head, but he still wasn't quite sure. He turned to Dobby beside him. "Dobby, could you find me a copy of the Daily Prophet? One with news about Black."
"No problem!" Dobby answered at once, snapped his fingers, and vanished. A moment later, he reappeared with a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.
On the newspaper's front page was a filthy, gaunt, black-haired man shouting behind bars.
"He still looks a little familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen him." Harry scratched his head as he looked at Black in the newspaper, unable to work it out.
Hermione hadn't read this newspaper yet. She stepped forward with Neville to take a look, but both shook their heads, indicating that they didn't remember him.
"Could there have been a photo in some book on recent history?" Ron said after a moment's thought. "He was You-Know-Who's most loyal follower. Maybe some books about You-Know-Who have photos of him."
"A photo?" Harry paused, then seemed to realize something. He thought carefully, then suddenly clapped his hands. "Ah, I've got it! Wait, where's my luggage?"
Only then did Harry remember that he had brought a large trunk with him when he came from Privet Drive to the Burrow. He had let Hedwig out back at Privet Drive so she could fly over herself.
Harry didn't really understand how owls found their destinations, but she could indeed find her own way wherever she needed to go without being given directions.
The large trunk, however, had been left in the Burrow's yard and hadn't been brought along.
"Harry Potter's trunk has already been taken to the guest room," Dobby