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   Dear Professor Dumbledore; Sorry to bother you; but my scar hurt this morning。 Yours sincerely; Harry Potter。
   Even inside his head the words sounded stupid。
   And so he tried to imagine his other best friend; Ron Weasley's; reaction; and in a moment; Ron's red hair and long…nosed; freckled face seemed to swim before Harry; wearing a bemused expression。
   〃Your scar hurt? But 。。。but You…Know…Who can't be near you now; can he? I mean 。。。you'd know; wouldn't you? He'd be trying to do you in again; wouldn't be? I dunno; Harry; maybe curse scars always twinge a bit。。。 I'll ask Dad。。。〃
   Mr。 Weasley was a fully qualified wizard who worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic; but he didn't have any particular expertise in the matter of curses; as far as Harry knew。 In any case; Harry didn't like the idea of the whole Weasley family knowing that he; Harry; was getting jumpy about a few moments' pain。 Mrs。 Weasley would fuss worse than Hermione; and Fred and George; Ron's sixteenyear…old twin brothers; might think Harry was losing his nerve。 The Weasleys were Harry's favorite family in the world; he was hoping that they might invite him to stay any time now (Ron had mentioned something about the Quidditch World Cup); and he somehow didn't want his visit punctuated with anxious inquiries about his scar。
   Harry kneaded his forehead with his knuckles。 What he really wanted (and it felt almost shameful to admit it to himself) was someone like…someone like a parent: an adult wizard whose advice he could ask without feeling stupid; someone who cared about him; who had had experience with Dark Magic。。。
   And then the solution came to him。 It was so simple; and so obvious; that he couldn't believe it had taken so long…Sirius。
   Harry leapt up from the bed; hurried across the room; and sat down at his desk; he pulled a piece of parchment toward him; loaded his eagle…feather quill with ink; wrote Dear Sirius; then paused; wondering how best to phrase his problem; still marveling at the fact that he hadn't thought of Sirius straight away。 But then; perhaps it wasn't so surprising…after all; he had only found out that Sirius was his godfather two months ago。
   There was a simple reason for Sirius's plete absence from Harry's life until then…Sirius had been in Azkaban; the terrifying wizard jail guarded by creatures called dementors; sightless; soul…sucking fiends who had e to search for Sirius at Hogwarts when he had escaped。 Yet Sirius had been innocent…the murders for which he had been convicted had been mitted by Wormtail; Voldemort's supporter; whom nearly everybody now believed dead。 Harry; Ron; and Hermione knew otherwise; however; they had e face…to…face with Wormtail only the previous year; though only Professor Dumbledore had believed their story。
   For one glorious hour; Harry had believed that he was leaving the Dursleys at last; because Sirius had offered him a home once his name had been cleared。 But the chance had been snatched away from him…Wormtail had escaped before they could take him to the Ministry of Magic; and Sirius had had to flee for his life。 Harry had helped him escape on the back of a hippogriff called Buckbeak; and since then; Sirius had been on the run。 The home Harry might have had if Wormtail had not escaped had been haunting him all summer。 It had been doubly hard to return to the Dursleys knowing that he had so nearly escaped them forever。
   Nevertheless; Sirius had been of some help to Harry; even if he couldn't be with him。 It was due to Sirius that Harry now had all his school things in his bedroom with him。 The Dursleys had never allowed this before; their general wish of keeping Harry as miserable as possible; coupled with their fear of his powers; had led them to lock his school trunk in the cupboard under the stairs every summer prior to this。 But their attitude had changed since they had found out that Harry had a dangerous murderer for a godfather…for Harry had conveniently forgotten to tell them that Sirius was innocent。
   Harry had received two letters from Sirius since he had been back at Privet Drive。 Both had been delivered; not by owls (as was usual with wizards); but by large; brightly colored tropical birds。 Hedwig had not approved of these flashy intruders; she had been most reluctant to allow them to drink from her water tray before flying off again。 Harry; on the other hand; had liked them; they put him in mind of palm trees and white sand; and he hoped that; wherever Sirius was (Sirius never said; in case the letters were intercepted); he was enjoying himself。 Somehow; Harry found it hard to imaging dementors surviving for long in bright sunlight; perhapse that was why Sirius had gone South。 Sirius's letters; which were now hidden beneath the highly useful loose floorboards under Harry's bed; sounded chearful; and in both of them he had reminded Harry to call on him if ever Harry needed to。 Well; he needed to right now; all right。。。
   Harry's lamp seemed to grow dimmer as the cold gray light that precedes sunrise slowly crept into the room。 Finally; when the sun had risen; when his bedroom walls had turned gold; and when sounds of movement could be heard from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room; Harry cleared his desk of crumpled pieces of parchment and reread his finished letter。
   
   Dear Sirius;
   Thanks for your last letter。 That bird was enormous; it could hardly get through my window。 Things are the same as usual here。 Dudley's diet isn't going too well。 My aunt found him smuggling doughnuts into his room yesterday。 They told him they'd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it; so he got really angry and chucked his PlayStation out of the window。 That's a sort of puter thing you can play games on。 Bit stupid really; now he hasn't even got Mega…Mutilation Part Three to take his mind off things。
   I'm okay; mainly because the Dursleys are terrified you might turn up and turn them all into bats if I ask you to。
   A weird thing happened this morning; though。 My scar hurt again。 Last time that happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts。 But I don't reckon he can be anywhere near me now; can he? Do you know if curse scars sometimes hurt years afterward?
   I'll send this with Hedwig when she gets back; she's off hunting at the moment。 Say hello to Buckbeak for me。 Harry
   
   Yes; thought Harry; that looked all right。 There was no point putting in the dream; he didn't want it to look as though he was too worried。 He folded up the parchment and laid it aside on his desk; ready for when Hedwig returned。 Then he got to his feet; stretched; and opened his wardrobe once more。 Without glancing at his reflection he started to get dressed before going down to breakfast。
   
   
   CHAPTER THREE
   THE INVITATION
   
   By the time Harry arrived in the kitchen; the three Dursleys were already seated around the table。 None of them looked up as he entered or sat down。 Uncle Vernon's large red face was hidden behind the morning's Daily Mail; and Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into quarters; her lips pursed over her horselike teeth。
   Dudley looked furious and sulky; and somehow seemed to be taking up even more space than usual。 This was saying something; as he always took up an entire side of the square table by himself。 When Aunt Petunia put a quarter of unsweetened grapefruit onto Dudley's plate with a tremulous 〃There you are; Diddy darling;〃 Dudley glowered at her。 His life had taken a most unpleasant turn since he had e home for the summer with his end…of…year report。
   Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had managed to find excuses for his bad marks as usual: Aunt Petunia always insisted that Dudley was a very gifted boy whose teachers didn't understand him; while Uncle Vernon maintained that 〃he didn't want some swotty little nancy boy for a son anyway。〃 They also skated over the accusations of bullying in the report…〃He's a boisterous little boy; but he wouldn't hurt a fly!〃 Aunt Petunia had said tearfully。
   However; at the bottom of the report there were a few well…chosen ments from the school nurse that not even Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia could explain away。 No matter how much Aunt Petunia wailed 

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