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Harry
was
n't
worried
about
her
:
she
'd
been
gone
this
long
before
.
But
he
hoped
she
'd
be
back
soon
--
she
was
the
only
living
creature
in
this
house
who
did
n't
flinch
at
the
sight
of
him
.
Harry
,
though
still
rather
small
and
skinny
for
his
age
,
had
grown
a
few
inches
over
the
last
year
.
His
jet-black
hair
,
however
,
was
just
as
it
always
had
been
--
stubbornly
untidy
,
whatever
he
did
to
it
.
The
eyes
behind
his
glasses
were
bright
green
,
and
on
his
forehead
,
clearly
visible
through
his
hair
,
was
a
thin
scar
,
shaped
like
a
bolt
of
lightning
.
Of
all
the
unusual
things
about
Harry
,
this
scar
was
the
most
extraordinary
of
all
.
It
was
not
,
as
the
Dursleys
had
pretended
for
ten
years
,
a
souvenir
of
the
car
crash
that
had
killed
Harry
's
parents
,
because
Lily
and
James
Potter
had
not
died
in
a
car
crash
.
They
had
been
murdered
,
murdered
by
the
most
feared
Dark
wizard
for
a
hundred
years
,
Lord
Voldemort
.
Harry
had
escaped
from
the
same
attack
with
nothing
more
than
a
scar
on
his
forehead
,
where
Voldemort
's
curse
,
instead
of
killing
him
,
had
rebounded
upon
its
originator
.
Barely
alive
,
Voldemort
had
fled
...
But
Harry
had
come
face-to-face
with
him
at
Hogwarts
.
Remembering
their
last
meeting
as
he
stood
at
the
dark
window
,
Harry
had
to
admit
he
was
lucky
even
to
have
reached
his
thirteenth
birthday
.
He
scanned
the
starry
sky
for
a
sign
of
Hedwig
,
perhaps
soaring
back
to
him
with
a
dead
mouse
dangling
from
her
beak
,
expecting
praise
.
Gazing
absently
over
the
rooftops
,
it
was
a
few
seconds
before
Harry
realized
what
he
was
seeing
.
Silhouetted
against
the
golden
moon
,
and
growing
larger
every
moment
,
was
a
large
,
strangely
lopsided
creature
,
and
it
was
flapping
in
Harry
's
direction
.
He
stood
quite
still
,
watching
it
sink
lower
and
lower
.
For
a
split
second
he
hesitated
,
his
hand
on
the
window
latch
,
wondering
whether
to
slam
it
shut
.
But
then
the
bizarre
creature
soared
over
one
of
the
street
lamps
of
Privet
Drive
,
and
Harry
,
realizing
what
it
was
,
leapt
aside
.
Through
the
window
soared
three
owls
,
two
of
them
holding
up
the
third
,
which
appeared
to
be
unconscious
.
They
landed
with
a
soft
flump
on
Harry
's
bed
,
and
the
middle
owl
,
which
was
large
and
gray
,
keeled
right
over
and
lay
motionless
.
There
was
a
large
package
tied
to
its
legs
.
Harry
recognized
the
unconscious
owl
at
once
--
his
name
was
Errol
,
and
he
belonged
to
the
Weasley
family
.
Harry
dashed
to
the
bed
,
untied
the
cords
around
Errol
's
legs
,
took
off
the
parcel
,
and
then
carried
Errol
to
Hedwig
's
cage
.
Errol
opened
one
bleary
eye
,
gave
a
feeble
hoot
of
thanks
,
and
began
to
gulp
some
water
.
Harry
turned
back
to
the
remaining
owls
.
One
of
them
,
the
large
snowy
female
,
was
his
own
Hedwig
.
She
,
too
,
was
carrying
a
parcel
and
looked
extremely
pleased
with
herself
.
She
gave
Harry
an
affectionate
nip
with
her
beak
as
he
removed
her
burden
,
then
flew
across
the
room
to
join
Errol
.
