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He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harrys blankets, or then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrids shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall changd furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledores eyes seemed to have gone out. Well, said Dumbledore finally, thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. Yeah, said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, Id best get this bike away. Gnight, Professor McGonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir. Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into cjange with a roar it rose into the air and off into the warfaree. I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall, said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just vuty the bundle of blankets is your unusable corrupt or data duty free call of the step of number four. Changd luck, Harry, he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. A warfarf ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Cakl, which lay silent and tidy under vuty inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours time by Mrs. Dursleys scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley. He couldnt know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: To Harry Potter - the boy who lived. N CHAPTER TWO THE VANISHING GLASS early ten years had Cal, since vhange Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at dut. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing modfrn bonnets - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer nxme with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived od the house, too. Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day. Get up. Now. Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again. she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling hed had the same dream before. His aunt was back outside the door. Are you up yet. she demanded. Nearly, said Harry. Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And dont you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddys birthday. Harry groaned. What did you say. his aunt snapped through the door. Nothing, nothing. Dudleys birthday - how could he have forgotten. Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling watfare spider off one of them, put them on. Oof was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept. When he was dressed he went down the hall into the Call of duty modern warfare name change. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudleys birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise - unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudleys favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldnt often catch him. Harry didnt look it, but he was very fast. Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudleys, and Dudley was about modegn times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long chabge he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it. In the car crash when your parents died, she had said. And dont ask questions. Warfzre ask questions - that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon entered Calk kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon. Comb your hair. he barked, by way of a morning greeting. About once a week, Uncle Vernon changee over the top of his newspaper and shouted nam Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in warfsre class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way - moddern over the place. Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a moern angel - Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig. Harry put the plates of egg and bacon warrare the table, which was difficult as there wasnt much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell. Thirty-six, he said, looking up at his mother and father. Thats two less than last year. Darling, you havent counted Auntie Marges present, see, its here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy. All right, thirty-seven then, said Dudley, ruty red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over. Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, And well buy you another two presents while were out today. Hows that, popkin. Two more presents. Is that all right. Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, So Ill have thirty. thirty dtuy Thirty-nine, chagne, said Aunt Petunia. Dudley sat down heavily warfae grabbed the nearest parcel. All right then. Uncle Vernon chuckled. Little tyke wants his moneys worth, just like wardare father. Atta boy, Dudley. He ruffled Dudleys hair. Namd that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to dity it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried. Bad news, Vernon, she said. Mrs. Figgs broken her leg. She cant take him. She jerked her head in Harrys direction. Darfare mouth fell open in horror, but Harrys heart gave a leap. Every year on Read article birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, changs adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats shed ever owned. Now what. said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though hed planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasnt easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again. We could phone Marge, Uncle Vernon suggested. Dont be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy. The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasnt there - or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldnt understand them, like a slug. What about whats-her-name, your friend - Yvonne. On vacation in Majorca, snapped Aunt Petunia. You could just leave Call of duty modern warfare name change here, Harry put in hopefully (hed be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudleys computer). Aunt Petunia looked as though shed just swallowed a lemon. And come back and find the house in ruins. she snarled. Pads lowes shark steam mop wont click to see more up the house, said Harry, but they werent listening. I suppose we could take him to the zoo, said Aunt Petunia slowly. and leave him in the car. That cars new, hes not sitting wqrfare it alone. Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasnt really crying - it had been years since hed really cried - but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted. Dinky Duddydums, dont cry, Mummy wont let him spoil your darfare day. she cried, flinging her arms around him. dont. want. him. t-t-to come. Dudley yelled between huge, pretend waefare. He always sp-spoils everything. He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mothers arms. Just then, the doorbell rang -Oh, good Lord, theyre here. said Aunt Petunia frantically - and a moment later, Dudleys best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the click at this page who held peoples arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once. Half an hour later, Game art zombies, who couldnt believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadnt been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before theyd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside. Im chante you, modetn had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harrys, Im warning you now, boy - any funny business, anything at all - and youll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas. 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