As Harry hopped off the last step of the stairs he was glared at by a startled Kreacher who had just been caught red handed dragging an Oversized corset out of one of the main rooms, The Corset obviously once belonging to Mrs Black. Harry was only slightly disgusted and continued down the hall towards the kitchen trying to banish the mental image of Mrs Black in something even mildly revealing. To his dismay the images got worse as he managed to trip over Sirius' comatose body lying haphazardly in the kitchen doorway. His Godfather was sprawled across the floor, tangled hair stuck to his forehead, lying in a pool of his own dribble. He was grasping a bottle of Vodka that had spilled and seeped through his shirt heavily, making not only him but also the whole kitchen stink of alcohol. And to make things worse he was missing his pants. Harry's eyes where offended, Harry's nose was offended, Harry was overall offended. How could the one person he was supposed to look up to do something like this to him? How could Sirius disgrace him in such a way? What would Ron and Hermione think? Suddenly a tired groan came from under the table and Ginny's haggard head appeared from underneath. A couple more bottles rolled out after her rebounding lightly against Sirius's sleeping form. The expression on Harry's Face was pure shock which dropped into a face of nausea as Ron and Hermione tumbled out after her. Then the whole room seemed to stir as multitudes of sleepy faces appeared from random places where Harry had not noticed them before. Mr Weasly, Fred, George, Dumbledore, Tonks, Bill. All stubbled across to the door taking turns one by one to trip over Sirius' now battered body, although the snores could still be heard meaning he was at least alive. Tonks shoved past Harry on her way out and he recoiled into a corner of the hall. This was all too much.