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He
'd
lived
with
the
Dursleys
almost
ten
years
,
ten
miserable
years
,
as
long
as
he
could
remember
,
ever
since
he
'd
been
a
baby
and
his
parents
had
died
in
that
car
crash
.
He
could
n't
remember
being
in
the
car
when
his
parents
had
died
.
Sometimes
,
when
he
strained
his
memory
during
long
hours
in
his
cupboard
,
he
came
up
with
a
strange
vision
:
a
blinding
flash
of
green
light
and
a
burning
pain
on
his
forehead
.
This
,
he
supposed
,
was
the
crash
,
though
he
could
n't
imagine
where
all
the
green
light
came
from
.
He
could
n't
remember
his
parents
at
all
.
His
aunt
and
uncle
never
spoke
about
them
,
and
of
course
he
was
forbidden
to
ask
questions
.
There
were
no
photographs
of
them
in
the
house
.
When
he
had
been
younger
,
Harry
had
dreamed
and
dreamed
of
some
unknown
relation
coming
to
take
him
away
,
but
it
had
never
happened
;
the
Dursleys
were
his
only
family
.
Yet
sometimes
he
thought
(
or
maybe
hoped
)
that
strangers
in
the
street
seemed
to
know
him
.
Very
strange
strangers
they
were
,
too
.
A
tiny
man
in
a
violet
top
hat
had
bowed
to
him
once
while
out
shopping
with
Aunt
Petunia
and
Dudley
.
After
asking
Harry
furiously
if
he
knew
the
man
,
Aunt
Petunia
had
rushed
them
out
of
the
shop
without
buying
anything
.
A
wild-looking
old
woman
dressed
all
in
green
had
waved
merrily
at
him
once
on
a
bus
.
A
bald
man
in
a
very
long
purple
coat
had
actually
shaken
his
hand
in
the
street
the
other
day
and
then
walked
away
without
a
word
.
The
weirdest
thing
about
all
these
people
was
the
way
they
seemed
to
vanish
the
second
Harry
tried
to
get
a
closer
look
.
At
school
,
Harry
had
no
one
.
Everybody
knew
that
Dudley
's
gang
hated
that
odd
Harry
Potter
in
his
baggy
old
clothes
and
broken
glasses
,
and
nobody
liked
to
disagree
with
Dudley
's
gang
.
The
escape
of
the
Brazilian
boa
constrictor
earned
Harry
his
longest-ever
punishment
.
By
the
time
he
was
allowed
out
of
his
cupboard
again
,
the
summer
holidays
had
started
and
Dudley
had
already
broken
his
new
video
camera
,
crashed
his
remote
control
airplane
,
and
,
first
time
out
on
his
racing
bike
,
knocked
down
old
Mrs.
Figg
as
she
crossed
Privet
Drive
on
her
crutches
.
Harry
was
glad
school
was
over
,
but
there
was
no
escaping
Dudley
's
gang
,
who
visited
the
house
every
single
day
.
Piers
,
Dennis
,
Malcolm
,
and
Gordon
were
all
big
and
stupid
,
but
as
Dudley
was
the
biggest
and
stupidest
of
the
lot
,
he
was
the
leader
.
The
rest
of
them
were
all
quite
happy
to
join
in
Dudley
's
favorite
sport
:
Harry
Hunting
.
This
was
why
Harry
spent
as
much
time
as
possible
out
of
the
house
,
wandering
around
and
thinking
about
the
end
of
the
holidays
,
where
he
could
see
a
tiny
ray
of
hope
.
When
September
came
he
would
be
going
off
to
secondary
school
and
,
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
he
would
n't
be
with
Dudley
.
Dudley
had
been
accepted
at
Uncle
Vernon
's
old
private
school
,
Smeltings
.
Piers
Polkiss
was
going
there
too
.
Harry
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
going
to
Stonewall
High
,
the
local
public
school
.
Dudley
thought
this
was
very
funny
.
"
They
stuff
people
's
heads
down
the
toilet
the
first
day
at
Stonewall
,
"
he
told
Harry
.
"
Want
to
come
upstairs
and
practice
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
The
poor
toilet
's
never
had
anything
as
horrible
as
your
head
down
it
--
it
might
be
sick
.
"
Then
he
ran
,
before
Dudley
could
work
out
what
he
'd
said
.
One
day
in
July
,
Aunt
Petunia
took
Dudley
to
London
to
buy
his
Smeltings
uniform
,
leaving
Harry
at
Mrs.
Figg
's
.
Mrs.
Figg
was
n't
as
bad
as
usual
.
It
turned
out
she
'd
broken
her
leg
tripping
over
one
of
her
cats
,
and
she
did
n't
seem
quite
as
fond
of
them
as
before
.
She
let
Harry
watch
television
and
gave
him
a
bit
of
chocolate
cake
that
tasted
as
though
she
'd
had
it
for
several
years
.
