She was barefooted and in rags, as on the day when she had so resolutely entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes were larger, the tatters more sordid.

She smelled bad, or perhaps it was her house: Harry wrinkled his nose as they sidled past her and pulled off the Cloak.

He used the Imperius Curse to control the boy, forced him to hide under an invisibility cloak, and left him in the care of Winky, his faithful house-elf.