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Tomorrow
morning
he
would
be
woken
by
the
alarm
at
five
o'clock
so
he
could
pay
the
owl
that
delivered
the
Daily
Prophet
--
but
was
there
any
point
continuing
to
take
it
?
Harry
merely
glanced
at
the
front
page
before
throwing
it
aside
these
days
;
when
the
idiots
who
ran
the
paper
finally
realised
that
Voldemort
was
back
it
would
be
headline
news
,
and
that
was
the
only
kind
Harry
cared
about
.
If
he
was
lucky
,
there
would
also
be
owls
carrying
letters
from
his
best
friends
Ron
and
Hermione
,
though
any
expectation
he
'd
had
that
their
letters
would
bring
him
news
had
long
since
been
dashed
.
'
We
ca
n't
say
much
about
you-know-what
,
obviously
...
.
'
'
We
've
been
told
not
to
say
anything
important
in
case
our
letters
go
astray
...
.
'
'
We
're
quite
busy
but
I
ca
n't
give
you
details
here
...
.
'
'
There
's
a
fair
amount
going
on
,
we
'll
tell
you
everything
when
we
see
you
...
.
'
But
when
were
they
going
to
see
him
?
Nobody
seemed
too
bothered
with
a
precise
date
.
Hermione
had
scribbled
I
expect
we
'll
be
seeing
you
quite
soon
inside
his
birthday
card
,
but
how
soon
was
soon
?
As
far
as
Harry
could
tell
from
the
vague
hints
in
their
letters
,
Hermione
and
Ron
were
in
the
same
place
,
presumably
at
Ron
's
parents
'
house
.
He
could
hardly
bear
to
think
of
the
pair
of
them
having
fun
at
The
Burrow
when
he
was
stuck
in
Privet
Drive
.
In
fact
,
he
was
so
angry
with
them
he
had
thrown
away
,
unopened
,
the
two
boxes
of
Honeydukes
chocolates
they
'd
sent
him
for
his
birthday
.
He
'd
regretted
it
later
,
after
the
wilted
salad
Aunt
Petunia
had
provided
for
dinner
that
night
.
And
what
were
Ron
and
Hermione
busy
with
?
Why
was
n't
he
,
Harry
,
busy
?
Had
n't
he
proved
himself
capable
of
handling
much
more
than
them
?
Had
they
all
forgotten
what
he
had
done
?
Had
n't
it
been
he
who
had
entered
that
graveyard
and
watched
Cedric
being
murdered
,
and
been
tied
to
that
tombstone
and
nearly
killed
?
Do
n't
think
about
that
,
Harry
told
himself
sternly
for
the
hundredth
time
that
summer
.
It
was
bad
enough
that
he
kept
revisiting
the
graveyard
in
his
nightmares
,
without
dwelling
on
it
in
his
waking
moments
too
.
He
turned
a
corner
into
Magnolia
Crescent
;
halfway
along
he
passed
the
narrow
alleyway
down
the
side
of
a
garage
where
he
had
first
clapped
eyes
on
his
godfather
.
Sirius
,
at
least
,
seemed
to
understand
how
Harry
was
feeling
.
Admittedly
,
his
letters
were
just
as
empty
of
proper
news
as
Ron
and
Hermione
's
,
but
at
least
they
contained
words
of
caution
and
consolation
instead
of
tantalising
hints
:
'
I
know
this
must
be
frustrating
for
you
...
.
'
'
Keep
your
nose
clean
and
everything
will
be
OK
...
.
'
'
Be
careful
and
do
n't
do
anything
rash
...
.
'
Well
,
thought
Harry
,
as
he
crossed
Magnolia
Crescent
,
turned
into
Magnolia
Road
and
headed
towards
the
darkening
play
park
,
he
had
(
by
and
large
)
done
as
Sirius
advised
.
He
had
at
least
resisted
the
temptation
to
tie
his
trunk
to
his
broomstick
and
set
off
for
The
Burrow
by
himself
.
In
fact
,
Harry
thought
his
behaviour
had
been
very
good
considering
how
frustrated
and
angry
he
felt
at
being
stuck
in
Privet
Drive
so
long
,
reduced
to
hiding
in
flowerbeds
in
the
hope
of
hearing
something
that
might
point
to
what
Lord
Voldemort
was
doing
.
Nevertheless
,
it
was
quite
galling
to
be
told
not
to
be
rash
by
a
man
who
had
served
twelve
years
in
the
wizard
prison
,
Azkaban
,
escaped
,
attempted
to
commit
the
murder
he
had
been
convicted
for
in
the
first
place
,
then
gone
on
the
run
with
a
stolen
hippogriff
...
.
