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Harry
looked
into
her
face
,
which
was
shining
with
glee
,
and
tried
to
look
as
though
he
was
vaguely
tempted
by
this
offer
.
'
Er
...
no
,
I
do
n't
think
I
will
,
thanks
,
'
he
said
.
'
Er
--
not
tomorrow
.
I
've
got
loads
of
homework
to
do
...
'
And
he
traipsed
off
to
the
boys
'
stairs
,
leaving
her
looking
slightly
disappointed
.
Harry
was
first
to
wake
up
in
his
dormitory
next
morning
.
He
lay
for
a
moment
watching
dust
swirl
in
the
ray
of
sunlight
coming
through
the
gap
in
his
four-poster
's
hangings
,
and
savoured
the
thought
that
it
was
Saturday
.
The
first
week
of
term
seemed
to
have
dragged
on
for
ever
,
like
one
gigantic
History
of
Magic
lesson
.
Judging
by
the
sleepy
silence
and
the
freshly
minted
look
of
that
beam
of
sunlight
,
it
was
just
after
daybreak
.
He
pulled
open
the
curtains
around
his
bed
,
got
up
and
started
to
dress
.
The
only
sound
apart
from
the
distant
twittering
of
birds
was
the
slow
,
deep
breathing
of
his
fellow
Gryffindors
.
He
opened
his
schoolbag
carefully
,
pulled
out
parchment
and
quill
and
headed
out
of
the
dormitory
for
the
common
room
.
Making
straight
for
his
favourite
squashy
old
armchair
beside
the
now
extinct
fire
,
Harry
settled
himself
down
comfortably
and
unrolled
his
parchment
while
looking
around
the
room
.
The
detritus
of
crumpled-up
bits
of
parchment
,
old
Gobstones
,
empty
ingredient
jars
and
sweet
wrappers
that
usually
covered
the
common
room
at
the
end
of
each
day
was
gone
,
as
were
all
Hermione
's
elf
hats
.
Wondering
vaguely
how
many
elves
had
now
been
set
free
whether
they
wanted
to
be
or
not
,
Harry
uncorked
his
ink
bottle
,
dipped
his
quill
into
it
,
then
held
it
suspended
an
inch
above
the
smooth
yellowish
surface
of
his
parchment
,
thinking
hard
...
but
after
a
minute
or
so
he
found
himself
staring
into
the
empty
grate
,
at
a
complete
loss
for
what
to
say
.
He
could
now
appreciate
how
hard
it
had
been
for
Ron
and
Hermione
to
write
him
letters
over
the
summer
.
How
was
he
supposed
to
tell
Sirius
everything
that
had
happened
over
the
past
week
and
pose
all
the
questions
he
was
burning
to
ask
without
giving
potential
letter-thieves
a
lot
of
information
he
did
not
want
them
to
have
?
He
sat
quite
motionless
for
a
while
,
gazing
into
the
fireplace
,
then
,
finally
coming
to
a
decision
,
he
dipped
his
quill
into
the
ink
bottle
once
more
and
set
it
resolutely
on
the
parchment
.
Dear
Snuffles
,
