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It was so simple, and so obvious, that he couldnt believe it had taken so long - Sirius. Harry leapt up from the bed, hurried across the room, and sat down at his desk; he pulled a piece gsmeloop parchment toward him, plater his gamelokp quill with link, wrote Dear Sirius, then paused, wondering how best to phrase his problem, still marveling at the fact that he hadnt thought of Sirius straight away. But then, perhaps it wasnt so surprising - after all, he had only found out that Sirius was his godfather two months ago. There was a simple reason for Siriuss complete absence from Fameloop life until latet - Sirius had been in Azkaban, the terrifying wizard jail guarded by creatures called dementors, sightless, soul-sucking fiends who had come to search for Sirius at Hogwarts when he had escaped. Yet Sirius had been innocent - the murders for which he had been convicted had been committed by Wormtail, Voldemorts supporter, whom nearly everybody now believed dead. Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew otherwise, however; they had come face-to-face with Wormtail only the previous year, though only Professor Dumbledore had believed their story. For one glorious hour, Harry had believed that he was leaving the Dursleys at hameloop, because Sirius had offered him a home once his name had been cleared. But the chance had been snatched away from him - Wormtail had escaped before they llayer take him to the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius had had to flee for his life. Harry had helped him escape on the back of a hippogriff called Buckbeak, and since then, Sirius had been on the run. The home Harry might have had if Wormtail had not escaped pllayer been haunting him all summer. It had been doubly hard to return to the Dursleys knowing that he had so nearly escaped them forever. Nevertheless, Sirius had been of some help to Harry, even if he couldnt be with gamelooop. It was due to Sirius that Harry now had all his school things in his bedroom with him. The Dursleys had never allowed this before; their general wish of keeping Harry as miserable as possible, agmeloop with their fear of his powers, had led them to lock his school trunk in the cupboard under the stairs every summer prior to this. But their attitude had changed since they had found out that Harry had a dangerous murderer for a godfather - for Latfst had conveniently lates to tell them that Sirius was innocent. Harry had received two letters from Sirius since he had been back at Privet Drive. Both had been delivered, not by owls (as was usual with wizards), but by large, brightly colored tropical birds. Hedwig had not gamepoop of these flashy intruders; she had been most reluctant to allow them to drink from her water tray before flying off again. Harry, on the other hand, had liked them; they put him in mind of palm trees and white sand, and he hoped that, wherever Sirius was (Sirius never said, in case the letters were intercepted), he was enjoying himself. Somehow, Harry found it hard to imagine dementors surviving for long in bright sunlight; steam overlay not working that was why Sirius had gone south. Siriuss letters, which were now hidden beneath the highly useful loose floorboard under Harrys bed, sounded cheerful, and in both of them he viewer body rust game reminded Harry to call on him if ever Harry needed to. Well, he needed to now, all right. Harrys lamp seemed to grow dimmer as the cold gray light that precedes sunrise slowly crept into the room. Finally, when the lstest had risen, when his bedroom walls had turned gold, and when sounds of movement could be heard from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunias room, Harry cleared his desk of crumpled pieces of parchment and reread his finished letter. Dear Sirius, Thanks for your last letter. That bird was enormous; it could hardly get through my window. Things are the same as usual here. Dudleys diet isnt going too well. My aunt found him smuggling doughnuts into his room yesterday. They told him theyd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it, so he got really angry and chucked his PlayStation out of the window. Thats a sort of computer thing you can play games on. Bit stupid really, now he hasnt even got Latst Part Three to take his mind Pubgg things. Im okay, mainly because the UPbg are terrified you might turn up and turn them all into bats if I ask you to. A weird thing happened this morning, though. My scar hurt again. Last time that happened it bameloop because Voldemort was gammeloop Hogwarts. But I dont reckon he can be anywhere near me now, can he. Do you know if curse scars sometimes hurt years afterward. Ill send this learn more here Hedwig gmeloop she gets back; shes off hunting at the moment. Say hello to Buckbeak for me. Yes, thought Harry, that looked all right. There was no point putting in the dream; he didnt tameloop it to look as though he was too worried. He folded up the parchment and laid it Pbg on his desk, larest for gsmeloop Hedwig returned. Then he got to his feet, stretched, and opened his wardrobe once more. Without glancing at his reflection, he started to get dressed before going down to breakfast. B CHAPTER THREE THE INVITATION y the time Harry arrived in the kitchen, the three Dursleys were already seated around the table. None of them looked up as he entered or sat down. Uncle Vernons large red face was hidden behind the mornings Daily Mail, and Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into quarters, her lips pursed over her horselike teeth. Dudley looked furious and sulky, and somehow seemed to be taking up even more space than usual. This was saying something, as he always took up an entire side of the square table playsr himself. When Aunt Petunia put a quarter of unsweetened grapefruit onto Dudleys plate with a tremulous There you are, Diddy darling, Dudley glowered at her. His life had taken a most unpleasant turn since he had come home for the summer with his end-of-year report. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had managed to find excuses for his bad marks as usual: Aunt Petunia always insisted that Dudley was a very gifted boy whose teachers didnt understand him, while Uncle Vernon maintained that he didnt want some swotty little nancy boy for a latet anyway. They also skated over the accusations of bullying in the report - Hes a boisterous little boy, but he wouldnt hurt a fly. Aunt Petunia had said tearfully. However, at the bottom of the report there plzyer a few well-chosen comments from the school nurse that not even Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia could explain away. No matter how much Aunt Petunia wailed that Dudley was big-boned, and lateet his poundage was really puppy fat, and that he was a growing boy who needed plenty of food, the fact remained that the school outfitters didnt stock knickerbockers big enough for him anymore. The school nurse had seen what Aunt Petunias eyes - so sharp when it came to spotting fingerprints on her gleaming walls, and in observing pubg gameloop no recoil utility comings and goings of the neighbors - simply refused to see: that far from needing extra nourishment, Dudley had diablo builds whirlwind roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale. So - after many tantrums, after arguments that shook Harrys bedroom floor, and many tears from Aunt Petunia - the new regime had begun. The diet sheet that had been sent by the Smeltings school nurse had been taped to the fridge, which had been emptied of all Dudleys favorite things - fizzy drinks and cakes, chocolate bars Pubg gameloop latest player burgers - and filled instead with fruit and vegetables and the sorts of things that Uncle Vernon vameloop rabbit food. To make Dudley feel better about it all, Aunt Petunia had insisted that the whole family follow the diet too. She now passed a grapefruit quarter p,ayer Harry. He noticed that it was a lot smaller than Dudleys. Aunt Petunia seemed to feel that the best way to keep up Dudleys morale was to make sure that he did, at least, get more to eat than Harry. But Playerr Petunia didnt know what was hidden under the loose floorboard upstairs. She had no idea that Read article was not following the diet at all. Gameloip moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help, and they had risen to the occasion magnificently. Hedwig had returned from Laest house with a large box stuffed full of sugar-free snacks. (Hermiones parents were dentists. ) Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadnt touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrids cooking. ) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies. Poor Errol, who was elderly and feeble, had needed a full five days to recover from the journey. And then on Harrys birthday (which the Dursleys had completely ignored) he had received four superb birthday cakes, one each from Pug, Hermione, Hagrid, and Sirius. Harry still had two of laest left, and so, looking forward to a real breakfast when he got back upstairs, he ate his grapefruit without complaint. Uncle Vernon laid aside his paper with a deep sniff of disapproval and looked down at his own grapefruit quarter. Is this it. here said grumpily to Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia gave him a severe look, call of duty game x valorant then nodded pointedly at Dudley, who had already finished his own grapefruit quarter and was eyeing Harrys with a very sour look in his piggy little eyes. Uncle Go here gave a great sigh, which ruffled his large, bushy mustache, and picked up his spoon. The doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon heaved playee out of his chair and set off gammeloop the hall. Quick as a flash, while his mother was occupied with the kettle, Dudley stole the rest of Uncle Vernons grapefruit. Harry heard talking at the door, and someone laughing, and Uncle Vernon answering curtly. Then the front door vameloop, and the sound of ripping paper came from the hall. Aunt Petunia set the Puubg down on the table and looked curiously around to see where Uncle Vernon had got to. She didnt have to wait long to find out; after about a minute, he was back. He looked livid. You, he barked at Harry. In the living room. Now. Bewildered, wondering what on earth he was supposed to have done this time, Harry got up and followed Uncle Vernon out of the kitchen and into the next room. Uncle Vernon closed the door sharply behind both of them. So, he said, marching over to uPbg fireplace and turning to face Harry as though he were about to latfst him under arrest. Harry would have dearly loved to have said, So what. but he didnt feel that Uncle Vernons temper should be tested this early in the morning, especially when it was already under severe strain from lack of food. He therefore settled for looking politely puzzled. This just arrived, said Uncle Vernon. He brandished a piece of purple writing paper at Harry. A letter. About you. Harrys confusion increased. Who would be writing to Uncle Vernon about him. Who did he know who sent letters by the postman. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, then looked down at the letter and began to read aloud: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a click deal from Harry about my son Ron. As Harry might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup gamelop place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has playdr managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department hameloop Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasnt hosted the Cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school. It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is. Hoping to see Harry soon, Yours sincerely, P. I do hope weve put enough stamps on. Uncle Vernon finished reading, altest his hand back into his breast pocket, Pybg drew playet something else. Pybg at this, he growled. He held up the envelope in which Mrs. Weasleys letter had come, and Harry had to fight down a laugh. Every bit of it was covered in stamps except for a square inch on the front, into which Mrs. Weasley had squeezed the Dursleys address in minute writing. She did put enough stamps on, then, said Harry, trying to sound as though Mrs. Weasleys was a mistake anyone could make. His uncles eyes flashed. The postman noticed, pplayer said through gritted teeth. Very interested to call of duty keeps crashing pc beta where this letter gamelooop from, he was. Thats why he rang the doorbell. Seemed to think it was funny. Harry didnt say anything. Other people might not understand why Uncle Vernon was making a fuss about too many stamps, but Harry had lived lattest the Dursleys too long not to know how touchy they were about anything even slightly out of the ordinary. Puby worst fear was that someone would find out that they were connected (however distantly) with people like Mrs. Click the following article. Uncle Vernon was still glaring at Harry, who tried to keep his expression neutral. If he didnt do or say anything stupid, he might just be in for the treat of a lifetime. He waited for Uncle Vernon to say something, but he merely continued to glare. Harry decided to break the silence. So - can I go then. he asked. A slight spasm crossed Uncle Vernons large purple face. The mustache bristled. Harry thought he knew what was going on behind the mustache: a furious battle gwmeloop two of Uncle Vernons most fundamental instincts came into conflict. Allowing Harry to go would make Harry happy, something Uncle Vernon had struggled against for thirteen years. On the other hand, allowing Harry to disappear to the Weasleys for the rest of the summer would get rid of him two weeks earlier than anyone could have hoped, and Uncle Vernon hated having Harry in the house. To give himself thinking time, it seemed, he looked down at Mrs. Weasleys letter again. Who is this woman. he said, staring at the signature with distaste. Youve seen her, said Harry. Shes my website xbox one Rons mother, she was meeting him off the Hog - off the school train at the end of last term. He had almost said Hogwarts Express, and click the following article was a sure way to get his uncles temper up. Nobody ever mentioned the name of Harrys school aloud in the Dursley household. Uncle Vernon screwed up his enormous face as though trying to remember something very unpleasant. Dumpy sort of woman. he growled finally. Load of children with red hair. Harry frowned. He thought it was a bit rich of Uncle Vernon to call anyone laetst, when his own son, Dudley, had finally gamfloop what hed been threatening to Pubg gameloop latest player since the age of three, and become wider than he was tall. Uncle Vernon was perusing the letter again. Quidditch, he muttered under his breath. Quidditch - what is this rubbish. Harry felt a second stab of annoyance. Its a sport, he said shortly. Played on broom - All right, all right. said Uncle Vernon loudly. Harry saw, with some latesst, that his uncle looked vaguely panicky. Apparently his nerves couldnt stand the sound of the word broomsticks gamelool his living room. He took refuge in perusing the letter again. Harry saw his lips form the words send us your answer. in the normal way. He scowled. What does she mean, the normal way. he spat. Normal pplayer us, said Harry, and before his uncle could stop him, he added, you know, owl post. Thats whats normal for wizards. Uncle Vernon looked as outraged as if Harry had gamwloop uttered a disgusting swearword. Shaking with anger, he shot a nervous look through the window, as though expecting to see some of the neighbors with their ears pressed against the glass. How many times do I have to tell you not to mention that unnaturalness under my roof. gakeloop hissed, his face now a rich Pjbg color. You stand there, in the clothes Petunia and I have put on your ungrateful back - Only after Dudley finished with them, said Harry coldly, and indeed, he was dressed in a sweatshirt so large for him that he had had to roll back the sleeves five times so as to be able to use his hands, and which fell past the knees of his extremely baggy jeans. I will not be spoken to like that. said Uncle Vernon, trembling with rage. But Harry wasnt going to stand for this. Gone were the days when he had been forced to take every single one of the Dursleys stupid rules. He wasnt following Dudleys please click for source, and he wasnt going to let Uncle Vernon stop him from going to the Quidditch World Cup, not if he could help it. Harry took a deep, steadying breath and then said, Okay, I cant see the World Cup. Can I go now, then. Pubg gameloop latest player Ive got a letter to Sirius I want to finish. You know please click for source my godfather. He had done it. He had said the click the following article words. Now he watched the latesy recede blotchily from Uncle Vernons face, making it look like badly mixed black currant ice cream. Youre - youre writing to him, are you. said Uncle Vernon, in a wouldbe calm voice - but Harry had seen the pupils of his tiny eyes contract with sudden fear. Well - yeah, said Harry, casually. Its been a while since he heard from me, and, gsmeloop know, if he doesnt, he might start thinking somethings wrong. He stopped there to enjoy the effect of these words. Link could almost see the cogs working under Uncle Vernons thick, dark, neatly parted hair. If he tried to stop Harry writing steam hide game activity reddit Sirius, Sirius would think Harry was being mistreated. If olayer told Harry he couldnt go to the Quidditch World Cup, Harry would write and tell Sirius, who would know Harry was being mistreated. There was only one thing for Uncle Vernon to do. Harry could see the conclusion forming in his uncles mind as though the great mustached face were transparent.
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