Sirius walked across the room to where the tapestry Kreacher had been trying to protect hung the length of the wall.
The tapestry looked immensely old; it was faded and looked as though Doxys had gnawed it in places.
Large words at the very top of the tapestry read: The Noble and Most Ancient House oj Black Toujours pur’
’I used to be there,’ said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn.
The others moved over to her, eager for some food, but Harry remained with Sirius, who had bent closer to the tapestry.
’Oh, yeah, her mother Andromeda was my favourite cousin,’ said Sirius, examining the tapestry closely.
He turned away from the tapestry, his hands deep in his pockets.
Sirius heaved another great sigh, cast a dark look at the tapestry, then he and Harry went to join the others.
Half an hour later Harry and Ron, who had dressed and breakfasted quickly, entered the drawing room, a long, high-ceilinged room on the first floor with olive green walls covered in dirty tapestries.
Finally, the only undesirable things left in it were the tapestry of the Black family tree, which resisted all their attempts to remove it from the wall, and the rattling writing desk.
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’Andromeda’s sisters are still here because they made lovely, respectable pureblood marriages, but Andromeda married a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks, so —’ Sirius mimed blasting the tapestry with a wand and laughed sourly.
Tonight, eight o’clock, seventh floor opposite that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by those trolls.
But when he left the room he found himself facing, not the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, but a torch burning in its bracket on a stone wall.
’Kreacher would never move anything from its proper place in Master’s house,’ said the elf, then muttered very fast, ’Mistress would never forgive Kreacher if the tapestry was thrown out, seven centuries it’s been in the family, Kreacher must save it, Kreacher will not let Master and the blood traitors and the brats destroy it —’
They hurried along the corridor to the place Dobby had described to Harry, a stretch of blank wall opposite an enormous tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy’s foolish attempt to train trolls for the ballet.
Harry had seen enough; laughing, he ducked down low, ran to a door he knew was concealed behind a tapestry a little way along the corridor and slipped through it to find Fred and George hiding just behind it, listening to Umbridge and Filch’s yells and quaking with suppressed mirth.