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His
head
was
pounding
in
the
glare
of
the
strip-lighting
now
.
His
anger
was
ebbing
away
.
He
felt
drained
,
exhausted
.
The
Dursleys
were
all
staring
at
him
.
'
It
's
you
,
'
said
Uncle
Vernon
forcefully
.
'
It
's
got
something
to
do
with
you
,
boy
,
I
know
it
.
Why
else
would
they
turn
up
here
?
Why
else
would
they
be
down
that
alleyway
?
You
've
got
to
be
the
only
--
the
only
--
'
Evidently
,
he
could
n't
bring
himself
to
say
the
word
'
wizard
'
.
The
only
you-know-what
for
miles
.
'
'
I
do
n't
know
why
they
were
here
.
'
But
at
Uncle
Vernon
's
words
,
Harry
's
exhausted
brain
had
ground
back
into
action
.
Why
had
the
dementors
come
to
Little
Whinging
?
How
could
it
be
coincidence
that
they
had
arrived
in
the
alleyway
where
Harry
was
?
Had
they
been
sent
?
Had
the
Ministry
of
Magic
lost
control
of
the
dementors
?
Had
they
deserted
Azkaban
and
joined
Voldemort
,
as
Dumbledore
had
predicted
they
would
?
'
These
demembers
guard
some
weirdo
prison
?
'
asked
Uncle
Vernon
,
lumbering
along
in
the
wake
of
Harry
's
train
of
thought
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
Harry
.
If
only
his
head
would
stop
hurting
,
if
only
he
could
just
leave
the
kitchen
and
get
to
his
dark
bedroom
and
think
...
.
'
Oho
!
They
were
coming
to
arrest
you
!
'
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
with
the
triumphant
air
of
a
man
reaching
an
unassailable
conclusion
.
'
That
's
it
,
is
n't
it
,
boy
?
You
're
on
the
run
from
the
law
!
'
'
Of
course
I
'm
not
,
'
said
Harry
,
shaking
his
head
as
though
to
scare
off
a
fly
,
his
mind
racing
now
.
