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'
It
is
n't
clothes
,
'
said
Hermione
,
'
although
if
I
had
my
way
I
'd
certainly
give
him
something
to
wear
other
than
that
filthy
old
rag
.
No
,
it
's
a
patchwork
quilt
,
I
thought
it
would
brighten
up
his
bedroom
.
'
'
What
bedroom
?
'
said
Harry
,
dropping
his
voice
to
a
whisper
as
they
were
passing
the
portrait
of
Sirius
's
mother
.
'
Well
,
Sirius
says
it
's
not
so
much
a
bedroom
,
more
a
kind
of
--
den
,
'
said
Hermione
.
'
Apparently
he
sleeps
under
the
boiler
in
that
cupboard
off
the
kitchen
.
'
Mrs.
Weasley
was
the
only
person
in
the
basement
when
they
arrived
there
.
She
was
standing
at
the
stove
and
sounded
as
though
she
had
a
bad
head
cold
as
she
wished
them
'M
erry
Christmas
'
,
and
they
all
averted
their
eyes
.
'S
o
,
is
this
Kreacher
's
bedroom
?
'
said
Ron
,
strolling
over
to
a
dingy
door
in
the
corner
opposite
the
pantry
.
Harry
had
never
seen
it
open
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
Hermione
,
now
sounding
a
little
nervous
.
'
Er
...
I
think
we
'd
better
knock
.
'
Ron
rapped
on
the
door
with
his
knuckles
but
there
was
no
reply
.
'
He
must
be
sneaking
around
upstairs
,
'
he
said
,
and
without
further
ado
pulled
open
the
door
.
'
Urgh
!
'
Harry
peered
inside
.
Most
of
the
cupboard
was
taken
up
with
a
very
large
and
old-fashioned
boiler
,
but
in
the
foot
of
space
underneath
the
pipes
Kreacher
had
made
himself
something
that
looked
like
a
nest
.
A
jumble
of
assorted
rags
and
smelly
old
blankets
were
piled
on
the
floor
and
the
small
dent
in
the
middle
of
it
showed
where
Kreacher
curled
up
to
sleep
every
night
.
Here
and
there
among
the
material
were
stale
bread
crusts
and
mouldy
old
bits
of
cheese
.
In
a
far
corner
glinted
small
objects
and
coins
that
Harry
guessed
Kreacher
had
saved
,
magpie-like
,
from
Sirius
's
purge
of
the
house
,
and
he
had
also
managed
to
retrieve
the
silver-framed
family
photographs
that
Sirius
had
thrown
away
over
the
summer
.
Their
glass
might
be
shattered
,
but
still
the
little
black-and-white
people
inside
them
peered
up
at
him
haughtily
,
including
--
he
felt
a
little
jolt
in
his
stomach
--
the
dark
,
heavy-lidded
woman
whose
trial
he
had
witnessed
in
Dumbledore
's
Pensieve
:
Bellatrix
Lestrange
.
