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She
stopped
and
looked
back
.
For
a
moment
Harry
had
the
strangest
feeling
that
she
wanted
to
say
something
to
him
;
She
gave
him
an
odd
,
tremulous
look
and
seemed
to
teeter
on
the
edge
of
speech
,
but
then
,
with
a
little
of
her
head
,
she
hustled
out
of
the
room
after
he
husband
and
son
.
Harry
ran
back
upstairs
to
his
bedroom
,
arriving
at
the
window
just
in
time
to
see
the
Dursleys
'
car
swinging
out
of
the
drive
and
off
up
the
road
.
Dedalus
's
top
hat
was
visible
between
Aunt
Petunia
and
Dudley
in
the
backseat
.
The
car
turned
right
at
the
end
of
Privet
Drive
,
its
windows
burned
scarlet
for
a
moment
in
the
now
setting
sun
,
and
then
it
was
gone
.
Harry
picked
up
Hedwig
's
cage
,
his
Firebolt
,
and
his
rucksack
,
gave
his
unnaturally
tidy
bedroom
one
last
sweeping
look
,
and
then
made
his
ungainly
way
back
downstairs
to
the
hall
,
where
he
deposited
cage
,
broomstick
,
and
bag
near
the
foot
of
the
stairs
.
The
light
was
fading
rapidly
,
the
hall
full
of
shadows
in
the
evening
light
.
It
felt
most
strange
to
stand
here
in
the
silence
and
know
that
he
was
about
to
leave
the
house
for
the
last
time
.
Long
ago
,
when
he
had
been
left
alone
while
the
Dursleys
went
out
to
enjoy
themselves
,
the
hours
of
solitude
had
been
a
rare
treat
.
Pausing
only
to
sneak
something
tasty
from
the
fridge
,
he
had
rushed
upstairs
to
play
on
Dudley
's
computer
,
or
put
on
the
television
and
flicked
through
the
channels
to
his
heart
's
content
.
It
gave
him
an
odd
,
empty
feeling
remembering
those
times
;
it
was
like
remembering
a
younger
brother
whom
he
had
lost
.
"
Do
n't
you
want
to
take
a
last
look
at
the
place
?
"
he
asked
Hedwig
,
who
was
still
sulking
with
her
head
under
her
wing
.
"
We
'll
never
be
here
again
.
Do
n't
you
want
to
remember
all
the
good
times
?
I
mean
,
look
at
this
doormat
.
What
memories
...
Dudley
sobbed
on
it
after
I
saved
him
from
the
dementors
...
Turns
out
he
was
grateful
after
all
,
can
you
believe
it
?
...
And
last
summer
,
Dumbledore
walked
through
that
front
door
...
"
Harry
lost
the
thread
of
his
thoughts
for
a
moment
and
Hedwig
did
nothing
to
help
him
retrieve
it
,
but
continued
to
sit
with
her
head
under
her
wing
.
Harry
turned
his
back
on
the
front
door
.
"
And
under
here
,
Hedwig
"
--
Harry
pulled
open
a
door
under
the
stairs
--
"
is
where
I
used
to
sleep
!
You
never
knew
me
then
--
Blimey
,
it
's
small
,
I
'd
forgotten
...
"
Harry
looked
around
at
the
stacked
shoes
and
umbrellas
remembering
how
he
used
to
wake
every
morning
looking
up
at
the
underside
of
the
staircase
,
which
was
more
often
than
not
adorned
with
a
spider
or
two
.
Those
had
been
the
days
before
he
had
known
anything
about
his
true
identity
;
before
he
had
found
out
how
his
parents
had
died
or
why
such
strange
things
often
happened
around
him
.
But
Harry
could
still
remember
the
dreams
that
had
dogged
him
,
even
in
those
days
:
confused
dreams
involving
flashes
of
green
light
and
once
--
Uncle
Vernon
had
nearly
crashed
the
car
when
Harry
had
recounted
it
--
a
flying
motorbike
...
There
was
a
sudden
,
deafening
roar
from
somewhere
nearby
.
Harry
straightened
up
with
a
jerk
and
smacked
the
top
of
his
head
on
the
low
door
frame
.
Pausing
only
to
employ
a
few
of
Uncle
Vernon
's
choicest
swear
words
,
he
staggered
back
into
the
kitchen
,
clutching
his
head
and
staring
out
of
the
window
into
the
back
garden
.
The
darkness
seemed
to
be
rippling
,
the
air
itself
quivering
.
Then
,
one
by
one
,
figures
began
to
pop
into
sight
as
their
Disillusionment
Charms
lifted
.
