were waiting for something.
was he imagining things? could all this have anything to do with
the potters? if it did... if it got out that they were related to
a pair of -- well, he didnt think he could bear it.
the dursleys got into bed. mrs. dursley fell asleep quickly
but mr. dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. his
last, f thought before he fell asleep was that even if the
potters were ihere was no reasoo e near him
and mrs. dursley. the potters knehat he aunia
thought about them and their kind.... he t see how he and
petunia ixed up in anything that might be going on --
he yawur t affect them....
h he was.
mr. dursley might have been drifting into an u
the the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepi was
sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far
er of privet drive. it didnt so much as quiver when a car door
slammed o, ooped overhead. in
fact, it was nearly midhe cat moved at all.
a mahe er the cat had been watg, appeared
so suddenly aly youd have thought hed just popped out
of the grous tail twitd its eyes narrowed.
nothihis man had ever been see drive. he
was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair
and beard, which were both loo tuto his belt. he
was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground,
and high-heeled, buckled boots. his blue eyes were light, bright,
and sparkling behind half-mooad his nose was very
long ahough it had bee least twice. this
mans name was albus dumbledore.
albus dumbledore dido realize that he had just
arrived i where everything from his o his boots
was unwele. he was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for
something. but he did seem to realize he was being watched, because
he looked up sudde, which was still staring at him from
the other end of th