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Then
he
snapped
the
book
shut
.
Even
Quidditch
-
in
Harry
's
opinion
,
the
best
sport
in
the
world
-
could
n't
distract
him
at
the
moment
.
He
placed
Flying
with
the
Cannons
on
his
bedside
table
,
crossed
to
the
window
,
and
drew
back
the
curtains
to
survey
the
street
below
.
Privet
Drive
looked
exactly
as
a
respectable
suburban
street
would
be
expected
to
look
in
the
early
hours
of
Saturday
morning
.
All
the
curtains
were
closed
.
As
far
as
Harry
could
see
through
the
darkness
,
there
was
n't
a
living
creature
in
sight
,
not
even
a
cat
.
And
yet
...
and
yet
...
Harry
went
restlessly
back
to
the
bed
and
sat
down
on
it
,
running
a
finger
over
his
scar
again
.
It
was
n't
the
pain
that
bothered
him
;
Harry
was
no
stranger
to
pain
and
injury
.
He
had
lost
all
the
bones
from
his
right
arm
once
and
had
them
painfully
regrown
in
a
night
.
The
same
arm
had
been
pierced
by
a
venomous
foot-long
fang
not
long
afterward
.
Only
last
year
Harry
had
fallen
fifty
feet
from
an
airborne
broomstick
.
He
was
used
to
bizarre
accidents
and
injuries
;
they
were
unavoidable
if
you
attended
Hogwarts
School
of
Witchcraft
and
Wizardry
and
had
a
knack
for
attracting
a
lot
of
trouble
.
No
,
the
thing
that
was
bothering
Harry
was
the
last
time
his
scar
had
hurt
him
,
it
had
been
because
Voldemort
had
been
close
by
...
But
Voldemort
could
n't
be
here
,
now
...
The
idea
of
Voldemort
lurking
in
Privet
Drive
was
absurd
,
impossible
...
Harry
listened
closely
to
the
silence
around
him
.
Was
he
half
expecting
to
hear
the
creak
of
a
stair
or
the
swish
of
a
cloak
?
And
then
he
jumped
slightly
as
he
heard
his
cousin
Dudley
give
a
tremendous
grunting
snore
from
the
next
room
.
Harry
shook
himself
mentally
;
he
was
being
stupid
.
There
was
no
one
in
the
house
with
him
except
Uncle
Vernon
,
Aunt
Petunia
,
and
Dudley
,
and
they
were
plainly
still
asleep
,
their
dreams
untroubled
and
painless
.
Asleep
was
the
way
Harry
liked
the
Dursleys
best
;
it
was
n't
as
though
they
were
ever
any
help
to
him
awake
.
Uncle
Vernon
,
Aunt
Petunia
,
and
Dudley
were
Harry
's
only
living
relatives
.
They
were
Muggles
who
hated
and
despised
magic
in
any
form
,
which
meant
that
Harry
was
about
as
welcome
in
their
house
as
dry
rot
.
They
had
explained
away
Harry
's
long
absences
at
Hogwarts
over
the
last
three
years
by
telling
everyone
that
he
went
to
St.
Brutus
's
Secure
Center
for
Incurably
Criminal
Boys
.
They
knew
perfectly
well
that
,
as
an
underage
wizard
,
Harry
was
n't
allowed
to
use
magic
outside
Hogwarts
,
but
they
were
still
apt
to
blame
him
for
anything
that
went
wrong
about
the
house
.
Harry
had
never
been
able
to
confide
in
them
or
tell
them
anything
about
his
life
in
the
wizarding
world
.
The
very
idea
of
going
to
them
when
they
awoke
,
and
telling
them
about
his
scar
hurting
him
,
and
about
his
worries
about
Voldemort
,
was
laughable
.
And
yet
it
was
because
of
Voldemort
that
Harry
had
come
to
live
with
the
Dursleys
in
the
first
place
.
If
it
had
n't
been
for
Voldemort
,
Harry
would
not
have
had
the
lightning
scar
on
his
forehead
.
If
it
had
n't
been
for
Voldemort
,
Harry
would
still
have
had
parents
...
.
Harry
had
been
a
year
old
the
night
that
Voldemort
-
the
most
powerful
Dark
wizard
for
a
century
,
a
wizard
who
had
been
gaining
power
steadily
for
eleven
years
-
arrived
at
his
house
and
killed
his
father
and
mother
.
Voldemort
had
then
turned
his
wand
on
Harry
;
he
had
performed
the
curse
that
had
disposed
of
many
full-grown
witches
and
wizards
in
his
steady
rise
to
power
-
and
,
incredibly
,
it
had
not
worked
.
Instead
of
killing
the
small
boy
,
the
curse
had
rebounded
upon
Voldemort
.
Harry
had
survived
with
nothing
but
a
lightning-shaped
cut
on
his
forehead
,
and
Voldemort
had
been
reduced
to
something
barely
alive
.
His
powers
gone
,
his
life
almost
extinguished
,
Voldemort
had
fled
;
the
terror
in
which
the
secret
community
of
witches
and
wizards
had
lived
for
so
long
had
lifted
,
Voldemort
's
followers
had
disbanded
,
and
Harry
Potter
had
become
famous
.
