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With
a
leap
of
pleasure
,
Harry
recognized
his
father
;
his
untidy
black
hair
stuck
up
at
the
back
like
Harry
's
,
and
he
too
wore
glasses
.
Beside
him
was
Sirius
,
carelessly
handsome
,
his
slightly
arrogant
face
so
much
younger
and
happier
than
Harry
had
ever
seen
it
alive
.
To
Sirius
's
right
stood
Pettigrew
,
more
than
a
head
shorter
,
plump
and
watery-eyed
,
flushed
with
pleasure
at
his
inclusion
in
this
coolest
of
gangs
,
with
the
much-admired
rebels
that
James
and
Sirius
had
been
.
On
James
's
left
was
Lupin
,
even
then
a
little
shabby-looking
,
but
he
had
the
same
air
of
delighted
surprise
at
finding
himself
liked
and
included
...
or
was
it
simply
because
Harry
knew
how
it
had
been
,
that
he
saw
these
things
in
the
picture
?
He
tried
to
take
it
from
the
wall
;
it
was
his
now
,
after
all
,
Sirius
had
left
him
everything
,
but
it
would
not
budge
.
Sirius
had
taken
no
chances
in
preventing
his
parents
from
redecorating
his
room
.
Harry
looked
around
at
the
floor
.
The
sky
outside
was
growing
brighter
:
A
shaft
of
light
revealed
bits
of
paper
,
books
,
and
small
objects
scattered
over
the
carpet
.
Evidently
Sirius
's
bedroom
had
been
searched
too
,
although
its
contents
seemed
to
have
been
judged
mostly
,
if
not
entirely
,
worthless
.
A
few
of
the
books
had
been
shaken
roughly
enough
to
part
company
with
their
covers
,
and
sundry
pages
littered
the
floor
.
Harry
bent
down
,
picked
up
a
few
of
the
pieces
of
paper
,
and
examined
them
.
He
recognized
one
as
part
of
an
old
edition
of
A
History
of
Magic
,
by
Bathilda
Bagshot
,
and
another
as
belonging
to
a
motorcycle
maintenance
manual
.
The
third
was
handwritten
and
crumpled
.
He
smoothed
it
out
.
Dear
Padfoot
,
Thank
you
thank
you
,
for
Harry
's
birthday
present
!
It
was
his
favorite
by
far
.
One
year
old
and
already
zooming
along
on
a
toy
broomstick
,
he
looked
so
pleased
with
himself
,
I
'm
enclosing
a
picture
so
you
can
see
.
You
know
it
only
rises
about
two
feet
off
the
ground
,
but
he
nearly
killed
the
cat
and
he
smashed
a
horrible
vase
Petunia
sent
me
for
Christmas
(
no
complaints
there
)
.
Of
course
,
James
thought
it
was
so
funny
,
says
he
's
going
to
be
a
great
Quidditch
player
,
but
we
've
had
to
pack
away
all
the
ornaments
and
make
sure
we
do
n't
take
our
eyes
off
him
when
he
gets
going
.
We
had
a
very
quiet
birthday
tea
,
just
us
and
old
Bathilda
,
who
has
always
been
sweet
to
us
and
who
dotes
on
Harry
.
We
were
so
sorry
you
could
n't
come
,
but
the
Order
's
got
to
come
first
,
and
Harry
's
not
old
enough
to
know
it
's
his
birthday
anyway
!
James
is
getting
a
bit
frustrated
shut
up
here
,
he
tries
not
to
show
it
but
I
can
tell
--
also
,
Dumbledore
's
still
got
his
Invisibility
Cloak
,
so
no
chance
of
little
excursions
.
If
you
could
visit
,
it
would
cheer
him
up
so
much
.
Wormy
was
here
last
weekend
,
I
thought
he
seemed
down
,
but
that
was
probably
the
news
about
the
McKinnons
;
I
cried
all
evening
when
I
heard
.
Bathilda
drops
in
most
days
,
she
's
a
fascinating
old
thing
with
the
most
amazing
stories
about
Dumbledore
,
I
'm
not
sure
he
'd
be
pleased
if
he
knew
!
I
do
n't
know
how
much
to
believe
,
actually
,
because
it
seems
incredible
that
Dumbledore
Harry
's
extremities
seemed
to
have
gone
numb
.
He
stood
quite
still
,
holding
the
miraculous
paper
in
his
nerveless
fingers
while
inside
him
a
kind
of
quiet
eruption
sent
joy
and
grief
thundering
in
equal
measure
through
his
veins
.
Lurching
to
the
bed
,
he
sat
down
.
