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The
fight
that
had
followed
had
been
one
of
the
worst
ever
.
"
HOW
DARE
YOU
GIVE
THIS
NUMBER
TO
PEOPLE
LIKE
--
PEOPLE
LIKE
YOU
!
"
Uncle
Vernon
had
roared
,
spraying
Harry
with
spit
.
Ron
obviously
realized
that
he
'd
gotten
Harry
into
trouble
,
because
he
had
n't
called
again
.
Harry
's
other
best
friend
from
Hogwarts
,
Hermione
Granger
,
had
n't
been
in
touch
either
.
Harry
suspected
that
Ron
had
warned
Hermione
not
to
call
,
which
was
a
pity
,
because
Hermione
,
the
cleverest
witch
in
Harry
's
year
,
had
Muggle
parents
,
knew
perfectly
well
how
to
use
a
telephone
,
and
would
probably
have
had
enough
sense
not
to
say
that
she
went
to
Hogwarts
.
So
Harry
had
had
no
word
from
any
of
his
wizarding
friends
for
five
long
weeks
,
and
this
summer
was
turning
out
to
be
almost
as
bad
as
the
last
one
.
There
was
just
one
very
small
improvement
--
after
swearing
that
he
would
n't
use
her
to
send
letters
to
any
of
his
friends
,
Harry
had
been
allowed
to
let
his
owl
,
Hedwig
,
out
at
night
.
Uncle
Vernon
had
given
in
because
of
the
racket
Hedwig
made
if
she
was
locked
in
her
cage
all
the
time
.
Harry
finished
writing
about
Wendelin
the
Weird
and
paused
to
listen
again
.
The
silence
in
the
dark
house
was
broken
only
by
the
distant
,
grunting
snores
of
his
enormous
cousin
,
Dudley
.
It
must
be
very
late
,
Harry
thought
.
His
eyes
were
itching
with
tiredness
.
Perhaps
he
'd
finish
this
essay
tomorrow
night
...
He
replaced
the
top
of
the
ink
bottle
;
pulled
an
old
pillowcase
from
under
his
bed
;
put
the
flashlight
,
A
History
of
Magic
,
his
essay
,
quill
,
and
ink
inside
it
;
got
out
of
bed
;
and
hid
the
lot
under
a
loose
floorboard
under
his
bed
.
Then
he
stood
up
,
stretched
,
and
checked
the
time
on
the
luminous
alarm
clock
on
his
bedside
table
.
It
was
one
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
Harry
's
stomach
gave
a
funny
jolt
.
He
had
been
thirteen
years
old
,
without
realizing
it
,
for
a
whole
hour
.
Yet
another
unusual
thing
about
Harry
was
how
little
he
looked
forward
to
his
birthdays
.
He
had
never
received
a
birthday
card
in
his
life
.
The
Dursleys
had
completely
ignored
his
last
two
birthdays
,
and
he
had
no
reason
to
suppose
they
would
remember
this
one
.
Harry
walked
across
the
dark
room
,
past
Hedwig
's
large
,
empty
cage
,
to
the
open
window
.
He
leaned
on
the
sill
,
the
cool
night
air
pleasant
on
his
face
after
a
long
time
under
the
blankets
.
Hedwig
had
been
absent
for
two
nights
now
.
