凤凰社里那一段，小天狼星和哈利说了他离家出走以后家谱上的头像就被妈妈烧掉了，然后哈利问他是去哪里住的，小天狼星说去了你爸爸家，波特家总是欢迎我的。那时候我突然意识到，曾几何时波特这个姓有一个家，一个温暖的、有能力成为朋友们的依靠的家，就像现在的韦斯莱家接待哈利和赫敏一样。
Siriusalkedacrosstheroom,herethetapestryKreacherhad
beentryingtoprotecthungthelengthoftheall.Harryandtheothersfolloed.
Thetapestrylookedimmenselyold;itasfadedandlookedas
thoughdoxieshadgnaeditinplaces;nevertheless,thegoldenthread
ithhichitasembroideredstillglintedbrightlyenoughtosho
themaspralingfamilytreedatingback(asfarasHarrycouldtell)to
theMiddleAges.Largeordsattheverytopofthetapestryread:
TheNobleandMostAncientHouseofBlack
“ToujoursPur”
“You’renotonhere!”saidHarry,afterscanningthebottomofthe
tree.
“Iusedtobethere,”saidSirius,pointingatasmall,round,charred
holeinthetapestry,ratherlikeacigaretteburn.“Myseetoldmother
blastedmeoffafterIranaayfromhome—Kreacher’squitefondof
mutteringthestoryunderhisbreath.”
aboutit;theysortofadoptedmeasas