”up! get up! now!”
harry woke with a start. his auhe dain.
”up!” she screeched. harry heard her walking toward the kit
ahe sound pa oove. he
rolled onto his bad tried to remember the dream he had been
having. it had been a good ohere had been a flying motorcycle
in it. he had a funny feeling hed had the same dream before.
his aunt was back outside the door.
”are you up yet?” she demanded.
”nearly,” said harry.
”well, get a move on, i want you to look after the bad
dont you dare let it burn, i wahi on duddys
birthday.”
harry groaned.
”what did you say?” his auhrough the door.
”nothing, nothing...”
dudleys birthday -- how could he have fot
slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. he found a pair
under his bed and, after pulling a spider off ohem
on. harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard uairs
was full of them, and that was where he slept.
when he was dressed he went dowo the kit. the
table was almost hiddeh all dudleys birthday presents. it
looked as though dudley had gotteer he wanted,
he sed television and the rag bike. exactly
why dudley wanted a rag bike was a mystery to harry, as dudley
was very fat and hated exerless of course it involved
punebody. dudleys favorite pung bag was harry, but he
t often catch him. harry didnt look it, but he was very fast.
perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard,
but harry had always been small and skinny fe. he looked
even smaller ahan he really was because all he had to
wear were old clothes of dudleys, and dudley was about four times
bigger than he was. harry had a thin faobbly knees, black hair,
and bright green eyes. he wlasses held together with a
lot of scotch tape because of all the times dudley had punched him
on the nos