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Hestia
looked
outraged
.
Harry
had
met
this
attitude
before
Witches
and
wizards
seemed
stunned
that
his
closed
living
relatives
took
so
little
interest
in
the
famous
Harry
Potter
.
"
It
's
fine
,
"
Harry
assured
her
.
"
It
does
n't
matter
,
honestly
.
"
"
Does
n't
matter
?
"
repeated
Hestia
,
her
voice
rising
considerably
.
"
Do
n't
these
people
realize
what
you
've
been
through
?
What
danger
you
are
in
?
The
unique
position
you
hold
in
the
hearts
of
the
anti
Voldemort
movement
?
"
"
Er
--
no
,
they
do
n't
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
They
think
I
'm
a
waste
of
space
,
actually
but
I
'm
used
to
--
"
"
I
do
n't
think
you
're
a
waste
of
space
"
If
Harry
had
not
seen
Dudley
's
lips
move
,
he
might
not
have
believed
it
.
As
it
was
,
he
stared
at
Dudley
for
several
seconds
before
accepting
that
it
must
have
been
his
cousin
who
had
spoken
;
for
one
thing
,
Dudley
had
turned
red
.
Harry
was
embarrassed
and
astonished
himself
.
"
Well
...
er
...
thanks
,
Dudley
.
"
Again
,
Dudley
appeared
to
grapple
with
thoughts
too
unwieldy
for
expression
before
mumbling
,
"
You
saved
my
life
,
"
"
Not
really
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
It
was
your
soul
the
dementor
would
have
taken
...
"
