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Hedwig
gave
a
muffled
hooting
noise
,
her
beak
still
full
of
frog
.
'
Get
going
,
then
,
'
said
Harry
.
She
took
off
immediately
.
The
moment
she
'd
gone
,
Harry
threw
himself
down
on
his
bed
without
undressing
and
stared
at
the
dark
ceiling
.
In
addition
to
every
other
miserable
feeling
,
he
now
felt
guilty
that
he
'd
been
irritable
with
Hedwig
;
she
was
the
only
friend
he
had
at
number
four
,
Privet
Drive
.
But
he
'd
make
it
up
to
her
when
she
came
back
with
the
answers
from
Sirius
,
Ron
and
Hermione
.
They
were
bound
to
write
back
quickly
;
they
could
n't
possibly
ignore
a
Dementor
attack
.
He
'd
probably
wake
up
tomorrow
to
three
fat
letters
full
of
sympathy
and
plans
for
his
immediate
removal
to
The
Burrow
.
And
with
that
comforting
idea
,
sleep
rolled
over
him
,
stifling
all
further
thought
.
But
Hedwig
did
n't
return
next
morning
.
Harry
spent
the
day
in
his
bedroom
,
leaving
it
only
to
go
to
the
bathroom
.
Three
times
that
day
Aunt
Petunia
shoved
food
into
his
room
through
the
cat-flap
Uncle
Vernon
had
installed
three
summers
ago
.
Every
time
Harry
heard
her
approaching
he
tried
to
question
her
about
the
Howler
,
but
he
might
as
well
have
interrogated
the
doorknob
for
all
the
answers
he
got
.
Otherwise
,
the
Dursleys
kept
well
clear
of
his
bedroom
.
Harry
could
n't
see
the
point
of
forcing
his
company
on
them
;
another
row
would
achieve
nothing
except
perhaps
make
him
so
angry
he
'd
perform
more
illegal
magic
.
So
it
went
on
for
three
whole
days
.
Harry
was
alternately
filled
with
restless
energy
that
made
him
unable
to
settle
to
anything
,
during
which
time
he
paced
his
bedroom
,
furious
at
the
whole
lot
of
them
for
leaving
him
to
stew
in
this
mess
,
and
with
a
lethargy
so
complete
that
he
could
lie
on
his
bed
for
an
hour
at
a
time
,
staring
dazedly
into
space
,
aching
with
dread
at
the
thought
of
the
Ministry
hearing
.
What
if
they
ruled
against
him
?
What
if
he
was
expelled
and
his
wand
was
snapped
in
half
?
What
would
he
do
,
where
would
he
go
?
He
could
not
return
to
living
full-time
with
the
Dursleys
,
not
now
he
knew
the
other
world
,
the
one
to
which
he
really
belonged
...
.
Might
he
be
able
to
move
into
Sirius
's
house
,
as
Sirius
had
suggested
a
year
ago
,
before
he
had
been
forced
to
flee
from
the
Ministry
?
Would
Harry
be
allowed
to
live
there
alone
,
given
that
he
was
still
underage
?
Or
would
the
matter
of
where
he
went
next
be
decided
for
him
?
Had
his
breach
of
the
International
Statute
of
Secrecy
been
severe
enough
to
land
him
in
a
cell
in
Azkaban
?
Whenever
this
thought
occurred
,
Harry
invariably
slid
off
his
bed
and
began
pacing
again
.
On
the
fourth
night
after
Hedwig
's
departure
Harry
was
lying
in
one
of
his
apathetic
phases
,
staring
at
the
ceiling
,
his
exhausted
mind
quite
blank
,
when
his
uncle
entered
his
bedroom
.
Harry
looked
slowly
around
at
him
.
Uncle
Vernon
was
wearing
his
best
suit
and
an
expression
of
enormous
smugness
.
