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Harry
could
n't
feel
too
excited
about
this
.
He
did
n't
think
the
Dursleys
would
like
him
any
better
in
Majorca
than
they
did
on
Privet
Drive
.
"
Right
-
I
'm
off
into
town
to
pick
up
the
dinner
jackets
for
Dudley
and
me
.
And
you
,
"
he
snarled
at
Harry
.
"
You
stay
out
of
your
aunt
's
way
while
she
's
cleaning
.
"
Harry
left
through
the
back
door
.
It
was
a
brilliant
,
sunny
day
.
He
crossed
the
lawn
,
slumped
down
on
the
garden
bench
,
and
sang
under
his
breath
:
"
Happy
birthday
to
me
...
happy
birthday
to
me
...
"
No
cards
,
no
presents
,
and
he
would
be
spending
the
evening
pretending
not
to
exist
.
He
gazed
miserably
into
the
hedge
.
He
had
never
felt
so
lonely
.
More
than
anything
else
at
Hogwarts
,
more
even
than
playing
Quidditch
,
Harry
missed
his
best
friends
,
Ron
Weasley
and
Hermione
Granger
.
They
,
however
,
did
n't
seem
to
be
missing
him
at
all
.
Neither
of
them
had
written
to
him
all
summer
,
even
though
Ron
had
said
he
was
going
to
ask
Harry
to
come
and
stay
.
Countless
times
,
Harry
had
been
on
the
point
of
unlocking
Hedwig
's
cage
by
magic
and
sending
her
to
Ron
and
Hermione
with
a
letter
,
but
it
was
n't
worth
the
risk
.
Underage
wizards
were
n't
allowed
to
use
magic
outside
of
school
.
Harry
had
n't
told
the
Dursleys
this
;
he
knew
it
was
only
their
terror
that
he
might
turn
them
all
into
dung
beetles
that
stopped
them
from
locking
him
in
the
cupboard
under
the
stairs
with
his
wand
and
broomstick
.
For
the
first
couple
of
weeks
back
,
Harry
had
enjoyed
muttering
nonsense
words
under
his
breath
and
watching
Dudley
tearing
out
of
the
room
as
fast
as
his
fat
legs
would
carry
him
.
But
the
long
silence
from
Ron
and
Hermione
had
made
Harry
feel
so
cut
off
from
the
magical
world
that
even
taunting
Dudley
had
lost
its
appeal
-
and
now
Ron
and
Hermione
had
forgotten
his
birthday
.
What
would
n't
he
give
now
for
a
message
from
Hogwarts
?
From
any
witch
or
wizard
?
He
'd
almost
be
glad
of
a
sight
of
his
archenemy
,
Draco
Malfoy
,
just
to
be
sure
it
had
n't
all
been
a
dream
...
Not
that
his
whole
year
at
Hogwarts
had
been
fun
.
At
the
very
end
of
last
term
,
Harry
had
come
face-to-face
with
none
other
than
Lord
Voldemort
himself
.
Voldemort
might
be
a
ruin
of
his
former
self
,
but
he
was
still
terrifying
,
still
cunning
,
still
determined
to
regain
power
.
Harry
had
slipped
through
Voldemort
's
clutches
for
a
second
time
,
but
it
had
been
a
narrow
escape
,
and
even
now
,
weeks
later
,
Harry
kept
waking
in
the
night
,
drenched
in
cold
sweat
,
wondering
where
Voldemort
was
now
,
remembering
his
livid
face
,
his
wide
,
mad
eyes
--
Harry
suddenly
sat
bolt
upright
on
the
garden
bench
.
He
had
been
staring
absent-mindedly
into
the
hedge
-
and
the
hedge
was
staring
back
.
Two
enormous
green
eyes
had
appeared
among
the
leaves
.
