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ght sped back to their street lamps so that

privet drive glowed suddenly e and he ake out a tabby

king around the er at the other e. he

could just see the bundle of blahe step of number four.

”good luck, harry,” he murmured. he turned oh

a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

a breeze ruffled the hedges of privet drive, which lay

silent and tidy uhe inky sky, the very last place you would

expeishing things to happen. harry potter rolled over

inside his blahout . one small hand

the letter beside him a on, not knoecial,

not knowing he was famous, not knooken in a few

hours time by mrs. dursleys scream as she ope door

to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spe few

weeks being prodded and pinched by his dudley... he t

know that at this very momei all over the

try were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices:

”to harry potter -- the boy who lived!”

chapter two

the vanishing glass

en years had passed sihe dursleys had woken up to

find their he fro privet drive had hardly

ged at all. the suhe same tidy front gardens and

lit up the brass number four on the dursleys front door; it crept

int room, which was almost exactly the same as it

had bee when mr. dursley had seen that fateful news

report about the owls. oographs oelpiece 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

differes -- but dudley dursley was no longer a

baby, aographs she bl his

first bi a carousel at the fair, playing a puter game

with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. the room

held no sign at all that another boy lived ioo.

yet harry potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not

f. his auunia was awake and it was her shrill voice

that made the first he day.

”up! get up! now!”

harry woke with a start. his auhe dain.

”up!” she screeched. harry heard her walking toward the kit

ahe sound pa oove. he

rolled onto his bad tried to remember the dream he had been

having. it had been a good ohere 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 bad

dont you dare let it burn, i wahi on duddys

birthday.”

harry groaned.

”what did you say?” his auhrough the door.

”nothing, nothing...”

dudleys birthday -- how could he have fot

slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. he found a pair

under his bed and, after pulling a spider off ohem

on. harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard uairs

was full of them, and that was where he slept.

when he was dressed he went dowo the kit. the

table was almost hiddeh all dudleys birthday presents. it

looked as though dudley had gotteer he wanted,

he sed television and the rag bike. exactly

why dudley wanted a rag bike was a mystery to harry, as dudley

was very fat and hated exerless of course it involved

punebody. dudleys favorite pung bag was harry, but he

t 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 fe. he looked

even smaller ahan he really was because all he had to

wear were old clothes of dudleys, and dudley was about four times

bigger than he was. harry had a thin faobbly knees, black hair,

and bright green eyes. he wlasses held together with a

lot of scotch tape because of all the times dudley had punched him

on the nos