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It
had
been
enough
of
a
shock
for
Harry
to
discover
,
on
his
eleventh
birthday
,
that
he
was
a
wizard
;
it
had
been
even
more
disconcerting
to
find
out
that
everyone
in
the
hidden
wizarding
world
knew
his
name
.
Harry
had
arrived
at
Hogwarts
to
find
that
heads
turned
and
whispers
followed
him
wherever
he
went
.
But
he
was
used
to
it
now
:
At
the
end
of
this
summer
,
he
would
be
starting
his
fourth
year
at
Hogwarts
,
and
Harry
was
already
counting
the
days
until
he
would
be
back
at
the
castle
again
.
But
there
was
still
a
fortnight
to
go
before
he
went
back
to
school
.
He
looked
hopelessly
around
his
room
again
,
and
his
eye
paused
on
the
birthday
cards
his
two
best
friends
had
sent
him
at
the
end
of
July
.
What
would
they
say
if
Harry
wrote
to
them
and
told
them
about
his
scar
hurting
?
At
once
,
Hermione
Granger
's
voice
seemed
to
fill
his
head
,
shrill
and
panicky
.
"
Your
scar
hurt
?
Harry
,
that
's
really
serious
...
Write
to
Professor
Dumbledore
!
nd
I
'll
go
and
check
Common
Magical
Ailments
and
Afflictions
...
Maybe
there
's
something
in
there
about
curse
scars
...
.
"
Yes
,
that
would
be
Hermione
's
advice
:
Go
straight
to
the
headmaster
of
Hogwarts
,
and
in
the
meantime
,
consult
a
book
.
Harry
stared
out
of
the
window
at
the
inky
blue-black
sky
.
He
doubted
very
much
whether
a
book
could
help
him
now
.
As
far
as
he
knew
,
he
was
the
only
living
person
to
have
survived
a
curse
like
Voldemort
's
;
it
was
highly
unlikely
,
therefore
,
that
he
would
find
his
symptoms
listed
in
Common
Magical
Ailments
and
Afflictions
.
As
for
informing
the
headmaster
,
Harry
had
no
idea
where
Dumbledore
went
during
the
summer
holidays
.
He
amused
himself
for
a
moment
,
picturing
Dumbledore
,
with
his
long
silver
beard
,
full
length
wizard
's
robes
,
and
pointed
hat
,
stretched
out
on
a
beach
somewhere
,
rubbing
suntan
lotion
onto
his
long
crooked
nose
.
Wherever
Dumbledore
was
,
though
,
Harry
was
sure
that
Hedwig
would
be
able
to
find
him
;
Harry
's
owl
had
never
yet
failed
to
deliver
a
letter
to
anyone
,
even
without
an
address
.
But
what
would
he
write
?
Dear
Professor
Dumbledore
,
Sorry
to
bother
you
,
but
my
scar
hurt
this
morning
.
Yours
sincerely
,
Harry
Potter
.
Even
inside
his
head
the
words
sounded
stupid
.
And
so
he
tried
to
imagine
his
other
best
friend
,
Ron
Weasley
's
,
reaction
,
and
in
a
moment
,
Ron
's
red
hair
and
long-nosed
,
freckled
face
seemed
to
swim
before
Harry
,
wearing
a
bemused
expression
.
"
Your
scar
hurt
?
But
...
but
You-Know-Who
ca
n't
be
near
you
now
,
can
he
?
I
mean
...
you
'd
know
,
would
n't
you
?
He
'd
be
trying
to
do
you
in
again
,
would
n't
be
?
I
dunno
,
Harry
,
maybe
curse
scars
always
twinge
a
bit
...
I
'll
ask
Dad
...
"
