e. the only thing harry liked about his oearance
was a very thin s his forehead that ed like a bolt
of lightning. he had had it as long as he ber, and the
first question he could ever remember asking his auunia was
how he had gotten it.
”in the car your parents died,” she had said. ”and
dont ask questions.”
dont ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life
with the dursleys.
uered the kit as harry was turning over
the ba.
”b your hair!” he barked, by way reeting.
about once a week, un looked over the top of his
neer a harry needed a haircut. harry must have
had more hair 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.
harry was fryihe time dudley arrived i
with his mother. dudley looked a lot like un. he had a
large pi mueck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick
blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. auunia
often said that dudley looked like a baby angel -- harry often said
that dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
harry put the plates of egg and ba the table, which was
difficult as there wasnt mu. dudley, meanwhile, was g
his presents. his face fell.
”thirty-six,” he said, looking up at his mother and
father. ”thats two less than last year.”
”darling, you havent ted auntie marges present, see,
its here uhis big one from mommy and daddy.”
”all right, thirty-seven then,” said dudley, goihe
face. harry, who could see a huge dudley tantrum ing on, began
wolfing down his ba as fast as possible iurned
the table over.
auunia obviously sger, too, because she said
quid well buy you awo presents while were out
today. hows that, popkin? two more presents. is that all right