I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter. If I did, neither of them would have gone on for so long because I would've gotten tired of doing so much work that I'd have killed all the characters in some stupid way, like the sun consuming the planet 'cause it got hungry or something.
…I'm not sure where that came from.
Right, so…sorry it took so long to update. I've been visiting relatives…and I was just really lazy :D. Nothing else to say, so I'll shut up now.
Neji walked through castle, Ino half-walking half-jogging to stay in step with him.
"Could ya walk any faster?" she grumbled under her breath. Neji still heard her, though, and rolled his eyes.
Turning a corridor they heard Kiba barreling down one of the halls on the floor above in search of them. He didn't notice them until Ino called his name while waving him over. The dog-lover grinned and rushed down the staircase to meet them.
"So…how's this gonna work again?" he asked once they'd continued their trek to the Great Hall.
"We're meeting the Headmaster in the Great Hall before the students arrive. He'll situate us in the 'Trophy Room' in the Great Hall, where we will remain until after the students eat. He'll then introduce us during 'announcements'." Neji replied calmly, catching Kiba's horrified expression once he was done. "…What?"
"Then when are we going to eat?" Kiba cried. Ino smacked Kiba across the head, muttering something about 'stupid boys' and 'bottomless pits'. Neji just sighed. Maybe if he closed his eyes they'd all disappear...
They'd left the door open a crack after they'd entered, just enough so they could view the going-on's of the Hall while still remaining unseen. Ino was currently crouched at the opening, one blue eye peeking out at the students as they filed in through the double doors, taking seats at their respective house tables. The enchanted ceiling revealed the starless night, floating candles illuminating the faces of cheerful students as they exchanged conversation with one another, eager to finally be able to reunite with their friends after the holidays.
Ino grinned as she watched; it was cute how they got all excited to see each other again. But her smile rapidly morphed into a frown. One student in particular, a certain Gryffindor with a distinctive lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, seemed to be catching everyone's attention. Students appeared to avoid him, putting their heads together to not-so-secretively whisper about him as he passed, no doubt spreading rumors like the plague about the boy's 'little problem' with You-Know-Who.
Without turning, Ino motioned for the boys to come look. They immediately did, following Ino's finger to the Boy Who Lived.
"That's him, right?" Kiba asked in a whisper. None of them wanted to get caught. Being discovered would be equal to failing the Headmaster. They'd grown quite fond of Dumbledore so they didn't want to disappoint him.
Neji nodded, eyes trailing the boy as he and his friends sat halfway down the table next to the ghost that could almost take off his head-Nearly Headless Nick or something of the like. The trio seemed to be studying the staff table with great interest, frowning and muttering to each other.
The ex-shinobi stepped away from the door, settling down on the floor beside it. They were ready to start their mission.
The Golden Trio was extremely disappointed/worried that Hagrid was still missing, but all thoughts of him vanished when they spied the woman sitting beside Dumbledore. She was squat with short, curly hair. The pink headband decorating it matched her absolutely horrid fluffy pink cardigan perfectly.
"Who's that?" asked Hermione sharply, gesturing to the strange woman. Harry frowned. She looked familiar, but realization struck him when the woman turned her face. The pallid, toadlike face and pouchy eyes were unforgettable features to anyone who laid eyes on them.
"It's that Umbridge woman!" Harry cried, eyes widening.
"Who?" Hermione probed.
"She was at my hearing-she works for Fudge!"
"Nice cardigan," Ron commented with a smirk.
"She works for Fudge?" The corner of Hermione's lips twitched down in a frown. "What on earth's she doing here then?"
A good question. Why would a Ministry worker be at Hogwarts?
"Dunno…" Harry responded. Hermione seemed to strike a realization after scanning the rest of the staff table, a troubled look enveloping her expression, but Harry was too busy with other problems. Professor Grubbly-Plank had just sat down in what should've been Hagrid's seat.
But that also meant the first years should enter any minute. Sure enough, the doors to the Great Hall were flung open moments later, silencing the Hall as a line of terrified first years headed by Professor McGonagall and the Sorting Hat, patched and ancient as always, entered. Just like every year, McGonagall placed the stool in front of the staff table, the pale and trembling first years linining up to face the other students.
The Shinobi Trio were looking out at the Hall once again, struggling to get a good view of the fearful first years around each other and the limited view they had.
Ino found it adorable, although rather nerve-wracking on the poor first years part. In a way, she was glad she didn't have to have been sorted before all those students like that, tiny smile gracing her lips as she watched.
The school was quiet, waiting for something with bated breath. Kiba frowned, mouthing a 'what're they waiting for?' to Ino and Neji. Ino shrugged. Neji didn't respond at all. This must've been what he'd read about…the 'Sorting Song' or something along those lines.
Seconds later the rip near the hat's brim opened wide, bursting into song. It mesmerized the three-they'd never heard or seen the Sorting Hat sing before.
The song started off about Hogwarts, but took a rather curious turn. Neji tilted his head. How strange. Tt was singing…no, warning the Houses about the dangers of separating, asking the Houses to unite for great danger was coming. This seemed to worry the students too, the applause scattered with whispers and muttered remarks. Obviously something was up. Exchanging glances with his fellow teammates, he understood that they had caught it too. The hat was warning them. And from the way the school reacted, that must've been something strange.
The tables quieted as Professor McGonagall swept them with a scorching look, lowering her eyes to the long parchment in her hands. She began to call out the names of first-years once all noise ceased.
It was funny, watching the new students stumble to the stool, the hat falling past their faces, watching them stagger over to their newly given tables, sinking down with relief. The trio clapped with each house the Sorting Hat called, no matter if it was their own or not-it just felt right to. Although each time their own House was called, they clapped a tad bit louder.
At last, the final first year was sorted and the Headmaster rose to his feet.
Ino looked over at Neji, the most learned of them. "What's he doing?" she asked. "I thought you said announcements-"
"Weren't until after dinner. They are after dinner-I assume this is a greeting to the students."
The other two nodded in agreement-that made sense.
Sure enough, it was. Dumbledore stretched out his arms, beaming at his beloved students as he spoke in a ringing voice. "To our newcomers, welcome! To our old hands- welcome back! There is a time for speech making but this is not it. Tuck in!"
Applause and laughter broke out, the Headmaster settling back down and tossing his incredibly long beard back over his shoulder to keep it out of the way as he ate. This confused the trio as there was no food. But, unsurprisingly, a feast appeared from nowhere on the tables, dish after dish and flagon after flagon materializing. An excited little whoop from Kiba signaled that they too had food, which was confirmed when Ino and Neji turned around, met with their own little feast.
Tuck in they did.
Eventually the plates were cleared, the students' content from the delicious feast and the noise level beginning to steadily rise, only to be quickly brought back down once Dumbledore stood.
"Now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices. First years ought to know that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to students-and a few of our older students ought to know by now too. The caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filch's office door."
"And in other news, we've had three changes to our school this year, two of which involve our staffing. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons. We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
There was a round of unenthusiastic, but polite, applause-which Neji did not bother to join in on. That Umbridge woman was rather…unpleasant. There was a change in the Golden Trio's attitude, though, at the mention of a change in Care of Magical Creatures class. How interesting…He'd have to look into that.
Ino shot him a look. Is it our turn yet? Neji nodded slightly, but held out a hand as if to say 'wait, almost'.
Dumbledore continued. "As for our third change-"
Dumbledore stopped mid-sentence, looking inquiringly at Professor Umbridge. Neji lifted an eyebrow. It appeared that the woman stood up. This also seemed to surprise both students and teachers. Dumbledore, too, looked taken aback for a moment before sitting back down and looking alertly to the "hem, hem"-ing Umbridge. Clearly she intended to speak. The rest of the staff and the student's weren't quite as skillful at hiding their surprise. Professor McGonagall's lips were pressed into an even thinner line than the time Kiba had somehow managed to blow up the rat he'd been meant to Transfigure into a glass. Students were smirking and rolling eyes, expressions mocking the woman. She obviously didn't understand the order of things at this school.
"Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome." Umbridge simpered, voice as high-pitched, breathy, and girlish as ever. Neji bristled, Ino wrinkled her nose, and Kiba's lips drew back in a snarl at the sound. The three of them shared a mutual dislike of her. "Well, it is lovely to be at Hogwarts, I must say! And to see such happy little faces looking back at me."
Neji rolled his eyes. Happy faces indeed. One glance behind confirmed that Kiba was making various disgusted faces, pretending to retch all over the floor, while Ino looked rather taken aback by her words. One look at the students confirmed that they were reacting no better.
"I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all, and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!"
"Oh hell no," muttered Ino, "not in that cardigan." Neji shushed her but silently agreed.
Another irritating 'hem, hem' and her irritating voice quickly morphed to a dull, business-like drone.
"The Ministry of Magic ahs always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the Wizarding community must be passed down through the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."
At that, Umbridge paused and made a little bow to the other staff members. No one returned it. Umbridge continued, a little 'hem-hem' that made the hiding trio want to rip her throat out signaling the next part of her absolutely infuriating speech. Twitching, Neji turned away from the woman, preferring to study the students than listen to the crap she spewed.
Similar to the Hyuga, Harry found his attention slipping away from Umbridge's 'enlightening' speech. The rest of the hall was no better off, the silent respect that Dumbledore earned during his speeches lost to this woman. Students were putting their heads together to giggle and chat with friends. While there were still some students watching her, their eyes were glassy as though their minds were in a different place.
Sighing, Harry swept his eyes over the Hall, then tensed, sensing a presence studying him. Slowly, he looked around for anything, nearly missing the source. A set of pure-white eyes were burning into him, half-hidden in the shadowed depths of the Trophy Room. Freezing, he stared straight into the pupil-less orbs. Never before had he seen eyes like those.
Perhaps he was just imagining them, though. Keeping an unwavering eye on the mysterious eyes, Harry turned just enough to jab Ron hard in the shoulder, effectively awakening the half-asleep redhead. "Ron, you've got to look at this," he whispered.
"What?" replied Ron, struggling to stifle a yawn.
"Look near the trophy room," Harry responded, gesturing towards the eyes. "I saw the strangest thing."
Ron inclined his head in the direction Harry was pointing, halfheartedly looking around before shaking his head and shrugging.
"Nothing's there mate. Can't blame you though-this woman is driving me maaaaaaaad." said Ron before dropping his head back down onto the table. Harry frowned, quickly looking back at the door. After a few moments of adjusting the angle of his head and squinting, he caught sight of the creepy eyes yet again.
He was about to nudge Ron again but froze. The figure staring back at him shifted so a pale face was partially revealed in the shadows. A slender finger lifted up and pressed itself to the person's lips. Harry blinked, and the person vanished. Looking around animatedly, Harry found that it seemed as though no one but him had seen it.
After a couple of minutes of staring at where the eyes had been, he sighed and gave up. No doubt he'd alarmed the girl (at least, he assumed it was a girl-the face was rather feminine) into leaving. Harry considered telling Hermione about what he'd seen, but she seemed to be listening to Umbridge's speech attentively, though judging by the disgust openly displayed on her face, the toad's words obviously weren't to her liking.
"…because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning whatever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."
At long last she took her seat. Dumbledore clapped, the staff begrudgingly following his lead along with a few students. Dumbledore stood up before a proper applause could be started.
"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, that was most illuminating," he bowed to her and continued. "Now, as I was saying. Our last change! Recently, Hogwarts has agreed to take part in an exchange program for students. We've recently accepted three new students from Japan. You can come out now!" he called, motioning to the Trophy Room Door. Harry froze. Could it be…?
The Hall's interest seemed to be piqued, if only a little; some students adjusted their seating, leaning over slightly to get a better view.
The door was pushed open and from it emerged three students. One was a stoic, rather feminine-looking male with incredibly long hair and eerie white eyes that sent the students talking amongst themselves. The second was a rather pretty girl, blonde hair up in a high ponytail with an impish smile lighting up her face. The third was a wild-haired male. Strange red markings decorated his face, mischievous grin displaying fang-like incisors.
They halted in front of the staff table, appearing entirely calm unlike the first years.
"First off I'd like to introduce Neji Hyuga, Dumbledore motioned to the first male, "secondly is Ino Yamanaka," The blonde flashed a sexy little smile, earning more than one wolf-whistle and cheer, "and lastly, Kiba Inuzuka." Once their introductions were done, the trio bowed respectfully to the crowd, voicing what everyone supposed was a form of greeting in Japanese.
Ron lifted an eyebrow. "Wait a minute…I know them!" he whispered, gesturing wildly. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's antics, brows furrowing.
"But what about their houses?" she wondered quietly, searching for the Sorting Hat. The Hat, though, was nowhere to be seen. It seemed that a few other students were also interested in the matter, looking around questioningly for the Sorting Hat.
Dumbledore seemed to pick up on their perplexity, waving a hand as though to bat off any questions. "Now as for Houses, they've already been determined. Mr. Hyuga and Miss Yamanaka have been sorted into Slytherin. As for Mr. Inuzuka, he has been sorted into Gryffindor." With that, he turned and nodded at them, saying to them something that was inaudible to the rest of the Hall. They each nodded back, then made their way down to their respectful tables. Harry watched them go, Neji taking an empty seat near the front among the older Slytherin students while Ino seemed to get pulled into a gaggle of cackling Slytherin girls.
Kiba ambled along Gryffindor table, glancing around languidly until Ron hissed, "Hey, Kiba! Over here!" (1). Kiba looked over, cracking a grin before walking over with more of a purpose, plopping down in the space Ron had made for him.
"Ron, right?" he asked. "And…Hermione? Thought I knew you. Then you must be…Harry? Yeah…Harry Potter, right?"
"Right," affirmed Harry. Kiba grinned, sticking out a hand. The two shook then Kiba turned to talk to Neville, who he hadn't met yet and was squeezed next to.
In the meantime, Dumbledore had continued with notices about Quidditch Tryouts.
"Ugh," grumbled Hermione, still irritated from Umbridge's speech. Harry and Ron stared to her, Kiba discreetly tuning into their conversation. He was supposed to watch them after all. "What did you two think about Umbridge's speech?"
"Dull as hell, and I grew up with Percy. You didn't enjoy it, did you?" Ron paused before adding the second sentence, appearing slightly horrified at the mere thought.
"I didn't," she retorted, "But it explained a lot…"
"Sounded like a load of waffle to me."
"There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle." At the two's blank stares, she clarified. "Like 'progress for progress's sake must be discouraged', or 'pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited'."
"Which means…?" Ron asked impatiently.
"I'll tell you what it means," Hermione's voice was ominous. "It means the Ministry's interfering at Hogwarts."
Before the two boys could have a 'eureka' moment, Dumbledore had dismissed the school, the Hall filling with loud clattering and banging as the students leapt to their feet.
A flustered Hermione dragged Ron off to do their appointed Prefect duties, leaving Harry behind. Kiba glanced at him. He'd previously been smiling at a knot of shy first years, but the smile had slid off his face once the first years realized who he was, appearing terrified as they passed by him.
Kiba grinned, slapping Harry on the back in an attempt to lighten the mood. Harry spun around in surprise. "Eh, I always get lost. Show me to the tower?"
"Um…sure," Harry agreed. "But first, let's get out of this crowd." He muttered as an afterthought, futilely trying to ignore the negative attention he caught as he passed.
Harry wove through the crowd, guiding Kiba up the stairs and through a couple of concealed short-cuts until they were pretty much out of eye. The Potter boy was obviously angry from the attention he'd contracted, but really, he should've been expecting this after what Dumbledore had told the public had happened last year.
They finally came to a halt before the Fat Lady's portrait. Harry turned to Kiba with a sheepish expression. Kiba lifted an eyebrow, carefully concealing a smirk as he threaded his hands behind his head.
"You know the password?" he asked, the Fat Lady chiming in with a lofty 'no password, mo entrance!'.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. No shit-I've been here all summer. Mimbulus mimbletonia!"
Sure enough, the portrait swung open like a door, revealing the secret entrance in the wall behind.
The two clambered through, entering into the Gryffindor common room. As always, the common room was welcoming, a cozy circular room full of squashy armchairs and rickety old tables, a merrily crackling fire completing the inviting scene perfectly.
"You know what dorm you're in?" Harry asked Kiba.
"Yeah, but I'm not going up yet." With that, the two boys said their goodnights and such before Kiba turned and strolled over to the redheaded trickster twins pinning something up on the notice board. Kiba poked his head over their shoulders, still unnoticed, corners of his mouth twitching into a grin as he read it-something about getting paid to test something no doubt risky and frowned upon by authority. Sounded like his kind of thing.
"Can I help?" he asked the twins, who turned around and grinned at him.
"Testing yourself or testing people?" one replied-Kiba couldn't tell which.
"If you're testing people then you're not getting paid." continued the other in joking tone.
"Testing on people. Preferably Neji." Kiba responded after a moment of pretending to be very seriously mulling it over.
They talked for awhile about things like that, Kiba glad to be around people who weren't serious and weren't Ino, until Kiba eventually wandered upstairs, leaving them to finish tacking up their sign after agreeing to help send a Howler to Neji.
When he reached his dorm, Ron was blocking the doorway. Frowning, he tried to look over his shoulder, finding the dorm plastered over with photos and posters and enveloped in a strained air.
"What's going on?" asked the redhead. Seemed he hadn't gotten there until recently either. Taking a step back, Kiba deciding to wait out this fight and see what was going on-after all, he was new and didn't know what the inner workings of Hogwarts were like.
"He's having a go at my mother!" someone shouted in an Irish-sounding accent. So that's what it was about. But who was having a go at who's mother?
"What?" asked Ron, incredulous. "Harry wouldn't do that-we met your mother, we liked her…"
"That's before she started believing every word the stinking Daily Prophet writes about me!" snapped Harry at the top of his voice. Kiba's frowned deepened. That explained it-after all, Harry didn't seem the type to go around insulting people's parents.
Ron seemed to understand, too. "Oh…right."
"You know what?" said the Irish boy heatedly. "He's right. I don't want to share a dormitory with him anymore; he's a madman."
Kiba moved forward, ready to stop this fight before it could get any worse. Personally, he was all for a good fight, but he was pretty sure Ino would give him an earful and Neji would poison him if they failed their mission. Ron stopped him just before he could move.
"That's out of order, Seamus."
"Out of order, am I? You believe all the rubbish he's come out with about You-Know-Who, do you? You reckon he's telling the truth?"
"Yeah, I do!" Ron snarled.
"Then you're mad, too." Disgust laced his voice.
"Yeah? Well unfortunately for you, I'm also a prefect! So unless you want detention, watch your mouth!"
Kiba decided it was the perfect moment to make his entrance. The argument was at a point where it could either die out or escalate to a full-scale duel.
"Hey, Ron!" Kiba greeted from behind the youngest Weasley brother, forcing a grin onto his face so as to seem as though he hadn't accidentally overheard the conversation earlier. The red-head spun around quickly in surprise, ears glowing crimson.
"Oh…hey, Kiba," he said awkwardly. "What's up?"
Kiba smirked, pointing at the sixth four-poster that had been squeezed into the room. "Didn't notice there was an extra bed yet?"
Ron paused after seeing that there was an extra bed before forcing an equally fake, chipper tone to his voice. "You're rooming with us?" At Kiba's nod of confirmation, he stepped back to let the newest addition to their dorm in. Three sets of eyes looked up at Kiba's entrance, blinking in confusion. The fourth set didn't even bother to look, to busy fuming silently at them all.
"Is that the new kid?" asked a tall, dark teenager. "So that's who the sixth bed is for." Standing, he approached Kiba with a hand outstretched. "Dean Thomas."
"Kiba Inuzuka." replied Kiba. Dean nodded and smiled warmly at him. He seemed nice enough. "So…Dean…Neville…Ron…and Harry, right?" he said slowly, pointing at each person in turn as he repeated their names. Finally, he reached the last member of the dorm. "...But I don't know you. Kiba Inuzuka-nice to meet you."
"I know," grumbled the sandy-haired teen. "Dumbledore told the whole school, remember?" Kiba wordlessly noted how half of them bristled at the mention of Dumbledore. "Seamus Finnegan." The Irish boy didn't move to shake hands.
Dean, who was still standing beside Kiba, leaned over slightly, whispering a confidential "Sorry we're a shitty welcoming party. Seamus and Harry kinda managed to piss everyone off."
Kiba shrugged. "It's ok. Be glad I'm not Ino, though. She'd be bitching like no tomorrow if she was around. But I dunno-maybe it's just 'cause she's constantly PMSing."
Dean snickered before returning to his bed. Kiba followed suit and flopped down on his own, digging through his trunk for pajamas. He quickly slipped them on. Seamus was still livid and Ron was still standing in the center of the room, red as his hair.
"Anyone else's parents got problems with Harry?" he finally asked, tone every bit as angry as Seamus appeared, glaring at the incensed Irish.
"My parents are Muggles, mate," Dean's replied, hands over his hands in an innocent fashion. "They don't know nothing about deaths at Hogwarts. I'm not so stupid I'd tell them."
"You don't know my mum, she'll weasel anything out of anyone!" Seamus snapped. "Anyway, your parents don't get the Prophet, they don't know our headmaster's losing his marbles and getting sacked right and left-"
"My gran says that's rubbish," piped up Neville. "She says it's the Prophet going downhill. She canceled our subscription and everything. Not Dumbledore. Gran's always said You-Know-Who would come back one day. We believe Dumbledore and Harry. She says if Dumbledore says he's back, he's back." he said simply.
"It's not like I'm even in the same country as my mom. And anyways, I'm like Neville's gran. I believe Dumbledore. I owe him a shitload." Kiba responded with a shrug when all eyes turned on him. Kiba smirked when he saw the appreciative expression on Harry's face aimed at Neville and himself, silence befalling the dorm once more. Seamus had vanished behind his bed hangings with a huff. Dean quietly promised to introduce Kiba to a wonderfully destructive-sounding game called 'Exploding Snap' tomorrow before rolling over and falling silent. Neville too was quiet, covers up to his chin and staring at a stunted little cactus.
With a sigh, Kiba yanked his covers up and splayed out on his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. He pitied Harry-no doubt he'd earn more remarks like Seamus's in the months to come-and wondered how Neji and Ino were doing.
The candle was extinguished moments later. Kiba felt his eyes slowly fall shut. But no matter-it was time to sleep.
Okay, that was a load of shit. That ending was shit, this chapter was shit. Shit, shit, shit. And it took so long to write and some of the conversations are just taken from the book! OKAY, OKAY, I realize that's copyright but I've never really done crossover so I was just like fuck it, this is being written like this, 'cause I figure somethings would stay the same in the Wizarding World even if these three showed up.
…fine, fine. BUT ONCE AGAIN, I FEEL THE URGE TO DISCLAIM THAT I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER AND I NEVER WILL. THIS IS JUST A WORK OF FANFICTION. THE MAGNIFCENT HARRY POTTER SERIES IS THE WORK OF JK ROWLING. PLEASE DON'T SUE MY ASS.
And please, flame and criticize away. Bash this chapter as much as you want, yell at me as much as you want, instruct me in an offensive manner on how to write a proper crossover as much as you want. It would help. This chapter is absolute bull and needs as much flaming as it can take. It just flat out utterly sucks.
Oh, and as for the next chapter…either continue with the storyline or a short one on Neji and Ino when they go off to meet their own dorm-mate-people?
…that is all.
(1)In case you don't remember, Ron and Hermione have already met Kiba, Neji, and Ino at that Order meeting but Harry hasn't 'cause it was before he went to #12 Grimmauld Place.