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e. the only thing harry liked about his oearance
was a very thin s his forehead that ed like a bolt
of lightning. he had had it as long as he ber, and the
first question he could ever remember asking his auunia was
how he had gotten it.
”in the car your parents died,” she had said. ”and
dont ask questions.”
dont ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life
with the dursleys.
uered the kit as harry was turning over
the ba.
”b your hair!” he barked, by way reeting.
about once a week, un looked over the top of his
neer a harry needed a haircut. harry must have
had more hair the rest of the boys in his class put
together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that
way -- all over the place.
harry was fryihe time dudley arrived i
with his mother. dudley looked a lot like un. he had a
large pi mueck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick
blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. auunia
often said that dudley looked like a baby angel -- harry often said
that dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
harry put the plates of egg and ba the table, which was
difficult as there wasnt mu. dudley, meanwhile, was g
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 ted auntie marges present, see,
its here uhis big one from mommy and daddy.”
”all right, thirty-seven then,” said dudley, goihe
face. harry, who could see a huge dudley tantrum ing on, began
wolfing down his ba as fast as possible iurned
the table over.
auunia obviously sger, too, because she said
quid well buy you awo 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...”
”thirty-ums,” said auunia.
”oh.” dudley sat down heavily ahe
parcel. ”all right then.”
un chuckled. ”little tyke wants his moneys worth,
just like his father. atta boy, dudley!” he ruffled dudleys hair.
at that momeeleph auo
a while harry and uched dudley un the
rag bike, a video camera, a remote trol airplaeen
er games, and a vcr. he ing the paper off a gold
heunia came ba the telephone looking
both angry and worried.
”bad news, vernon,” she said. ”mrs. figgs br. she
t take him.” she jerked her head in harrys dire.
dudleys mouth fell open in horror, but harrys heart gave a
leap. every year on dudleys birthday, his parents took him and a
friend out for the day, to 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 d mrs. figg made him look at
photographs of all the cats shed ever owned.
”now etunia, looking furiously at harry as
though hed plahis. harry ko feel sorry that
mrs. figg had br, 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 arge,” un suggested.
”dont be silly, verhe boy.”
the dursleys ofte harry like this, as though he
wasnt there -- or rather, as though he was somethiy
that t uhem, like a slug.
”what about whats-her-name, your friend -- yvonne?”
”on vaajorapped auunia.
”you could just leave me here,” harry put in hopefully (hed be
able to ae