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"No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around.
they
they did
He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."
did
did n't
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets.
n't
n't want
Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep.
want
want Dudley
Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
Dudley
Dudley mixing
"Is that where -?"
mixing
mixing with
whispered Professor McGonagall.
with
with a
"Yes," said Dumbledore.
a
a child
"He'll have that scar forever."
child
child like
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
like
like that
"Even if I could, I wouldn't.
that
that .
Scars can come in handy.
.
. When
I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground.
When
When Mr.
Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we'd better get this over with."
Mr.
Mr. and
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.
and
and Mrs.
"Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?"
Mrs.
Mrs. Dursley
asked Hagrid.
Dursley
Dursley woke
He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss.
woke
woke up
Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
up
up on
"Shhh!"
on
on the
hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"
the
the dull
"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it.
dull
dull ,
"But I c-c-can't stand it -- Lily an' James dead -- an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -" "Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door.
,
, gray
He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two.
gray
gray Tuesday
For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.
Tuesday
Tuesday our
"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that.
our
our story
We've no business staying here.
story
story starts
We may as well go and join the celebrations."
starts
starts ,
"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back.
,
, there
G'night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir."
there
there was
Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.
was
was nothing
"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her.
nothing
nothing about
Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.
about
about the
Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street.
the
the cloudy
On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer.
cloudy
cloudy sky
He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street.
sky
sky outside
He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.
outside
outside to
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured.
to
to suggest
He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
suggest
suggest that
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.
that
that strange
Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up.
strange
strange and
One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley...
and
and mysterious
He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!"
mysterious
mysterious things
CHAPTER TWO THE VANISHING GLASS Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all.
things
things would
The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls.
would
would soon
Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.
soon
soon be
Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.
be
be happening
The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
happening
happening all
Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long.
all
all over
His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.
over
over the
"Up!
the
the country
Get up!
country
country .
Now!"
.
. Mr.
Harry woke with a start.
Mr.
Mr. Dursley
His aunt rapped on the door again.
Dursley
Dursley hummed
"Up!"
hummed
hummed as
she screeched.
as
as he
Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove.
he
he picked
He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having.
picked
picked out
It had been a good one.
out
out his
There had been a flying motorcycle in it.
his
his most
He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
most
most boring
His aunt was back outside the door.
boring
boring tie
"Are you up yet?"
tie
tie for
she demanded.
for
for work
"Nearly," said Harry.
work
work ,
"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon.
,
, and
And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."
and
and Mrs.
Harry groaned.
Mrs.
Mrs. Dursley
"What did you say?"
Dursley
Dursley gossiped
his aunt snapped through the door.
gossiped
gossiped away
"Nothing, nothing..." Dudley's birthday -- how could he have forgotten?
away
away happily
Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks.
happily
happily as
He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on.
as
as she
Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
she
she wrestled
When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen.
wrestled
wrestled a
The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents.
a
a screaming
It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike.
screaming
screaming Dudley
Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise -- unless of course it involved punching somebody.
Dudley
Dudley into
Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him.
into
into his
Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.
his
his high
Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age.
high
high chair
He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was.
chair
chair .
Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes.
.
. None
He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose.
None
None of
The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.
of
of them
He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.
them
them noticed
"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said.
noticed
noticed a
"And don't ask questions."
a
a large
Don't ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.
large
large ,
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
,
, tawny
"Comb your hair!"
tawny
tawny owl
he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
owl
owl flutter
About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut.
flutter
flutter past
Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way -- all over the place.
past
past the
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother.
the
the window
Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon.
window
window .
He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head.
.
. At
Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel -- Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
At
At half
Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room.
half
half past