ght sped back to their street lamps so that
privet drive glowed suddenly e and he ake out a tabby
king around the er at the other e. he
could just see the bundle of blahe step of number four.
”good luck, harry,” he murmured. he turned oh
a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
a breeze ruffled the hedges of privet drive, which lay
silent and tidy uhe inky sky, the very last place you would
expeishing things to happen. harry potter rolled over
inside his blahout . one small hand
the letter beside him a on, not knoecial,
not knowing he was famous, not knooken in a few
hours time by mrs. dursleys scream as she ope door
to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spe few
weeks being prodded and pinched by his dudley... he t
know that at this very momei all over the
try were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices:
”to harry potter -- the boy who lived!”
chapter two
the vanishing glass
en years had passed sihe dursleys had woken up to
find their he fro privet drive had hardly
ged at all. the suhe same tidy front gardens and
lit up the brass number four on the dursleys front door; it crept
int room, which was almost exactly the same as it
had bee when mr. dursley had seen that fateful news
report about the owls. oographs oelpiece really
showed how much time had passed. ten years ago, there had been lots
of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing
differes -- but dudley dursley was no longer a
baby, aographs she bl his
first bi a carousel at the fair, playing a puter game
with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. the room
held no sign at all that another boy lived ioo.
yet harry potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not
f. his auunia was awake and it was her shrill voice
that made the first he day.