"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" Harry called across the room. "He can get along without me for one night, you're more important..." Kingsley stated. "All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later." Moody roared over the hubbub, and silence fell in the Kitchen. Moody dropped two sacks by his feet and he turned to Harry. "The Ministry made it an imprisonable offense to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your Mother's charm does that already. What they have really done is to stop you getting out of here safely." Moody grumbled. 