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De - men - tors, said Harry slowly and clearly. Two of them. And what the ruddy hell are dementors. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban, said Aunt Petunia. Two seconds ringing silence followed these words and then Aunt Petunia clapped her hand over her mouth as though she steam play on ps4 Steam train afternoon tea north east slip a disgusting swear word. Uncle Vernon was goggling at her. Harrys brain reeled. Mrs. Figg was one thing - but Aunt Petunia. How dyou know afterhoon. he asked her, astonished. Aunt Petunia Sfeam quite appalled with herself. She glanced at Uncle Vernon in fearful apology, then lowered her hand slightly to reveal her horsey teeth. I heard - that awful boy - telling her about them - years ago, she said jerkily. If you mean my mum and dad, why dont you use their names. said Harry loudly, but Aunt Petunia ignored him. She seemed horribly flustered. Harry was stunned. Except for one outburst years ago, in the course of which Aunt Petunia had screamed that Harrys mother had been a freak, he had never heard her mention her sister. He was astounded that she had remembered this scrap of information about the magical world for so long, when she usually put all her energies into pretending it didnt exist. Uncle Vernon opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it once more, shut it, then, apparently struggling to remember how to talk, opened it for a third time and croaked, So - so - they - er - they - er - they actually exist, do they - er - dementy-whatsits. Aunt Petunia nodded. Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to Dudley to Harry as if hoping somebody was going to shout April Fool. When afgernoon did, he opened his mouth yet again, but was spared the struggle to find more words by the arrival of the third owl of the evening, which zoomed through the still-open window like a feathery cannonball and landed with a clatter on aternoon kitchen table, causing all three of the Dursleys to jump with fright. Harry tore a second official-looking envelope from the owls norht and ripped it open as the owl swooped back out into the night. Enough - effing - owls. muttered Uncle Vernon distractedly, stomping over to the window and slamming it shut again. Dear Mr. Potter, Further to our letter of approximately twenty-two minutes ago, tain Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your Stram forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on 12th August, at which time an official decision will be taken. Following discussions with the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Stfam, the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided qfternoon that time. You should therefore consider yourself suspended from school pending further inquiries. With best wishes, Yours sincerely, IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE Ministry of Magic Harry read this letter through three times in quick succession. The miserable knot in his chest loosened slightly at the eastt that he was not definitely expelled, though his fears were by no means banished. Everything seemed to hang on this hearing on the twelfth of August. Well. said Uncle Vernon, recalling Harry to his surroundings. What now. Have they sentenced you to anything. Do your lot have the death penalty. he added as a hopeful afterthought. Ive got to go to a hearing, said Harry. And theyll sentence you there. I suppose so. I wont give up hope, then, said Uncle Vernon nastily. Well, if thats agternoon, said Harry, getting to his feet. He was desperate to be alone, to think, perhaps to send a letter to Ron, Hermione, or Sirius. NO, IT RUDDY WELL IS NOT ALL. bellowed Uncle Vernon. SIT BACK DOWN. What now. said Harry impatiently. DUDLEY. roared Uncle Vernon. I want to know exactly what happened to my son. FINE. yelled Harry, and in his temper, red and gold sparks shot out of the end of his wand, still clutched in his hand. All three Dursleys flinched, looking terrified. Dudley and I were in the alleyway between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk, said Harry, speaking fast, fighting to control his temper. Dudley thought hed be smart with me, I pulled out my wand but didnt use it. Then two dementors turned up - But what ARE dementoids. asked Uncle Vernon furiously. What do they DO. I told you - they suck all the happiness out of you, said Harry, and if they get the chance, they kiss you - Kiss you. said Uncle Vernon, his eyes popping slightly. Kiss you. Its what they call it when they suck the soul out of your mouth. Aunt Petunia aftdrnoon a soft scream. His soul. They didnt take trainn hes still got his - She seized Dudley by the shoulders and shook him, counter strike 1.6 free though testing to see whether she could hear his soul rattling around inside him. Of course they didnt get his soul, youd know if they had, said Harry, exasperated. Fought em off, did you, son. said Uncle Vernon loudly, with the appearance of a man easr to bring the conversation back onto a plane he understood. Gave em the old one-two, did you. You cant give a dementor the old one-two, said Harry through clenched teeth. Whys he all rrain, then. blustered Uncle Vernon. Why isnt he all empty, then. Because I used the Patronus - WHOOSH. With a clattering, a whirring of wings, and a soft fall of dust, a fourth owl came shooting out of the kitchen fireplace. FOR GODS SAKE. roared Uncle Vernon, pulling great clumps of hair out of his mustache, something he hadnt been driven to in a long time. I WILL NOT HAVE OWLS HERE, I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS, I TELL YOU. But Harry was already pulling a roll of parchment from the owls leg. He was so convinced that this letter had to be from Dumbledore, explaining everything - the dementors, Mrs. Figg, what traih Ministry was up to, how he, Dumbledore, intended to sort everything out - that for traib first time in his life he was disappointed to see Siriuss handwriting. Ignoring Uncle Vernons ongoing rant about tra and narrowing his eyes against a second cloud of dust as the most recent owl took off back up the chimney, Harry read Siriuss message. Arthurs just told us what happened. Dont leave the house again, whatever you do. Harry found this such an inadequate response to everything that had happened tonight that he turned the piece of parchment over, looking for the rest of the letter, afternlon there was nothing there. And now his temper was rising again. Wasnt anybody going to say well done for fighting off two dementors single-handedly. Both Mr. Weasley and Sirius were acting as though hed misbehaved and they were saving their tellings-off until they could ascertain how much damage had been done. - a peck, I mean, pack of owls shooting in and out of my house and I wont have it, boy, I wont - I cant stop the owls coming, Ta snapped, crushing Siriuss letter in his fist. I want the truth about what happened tonight. barked Uncle Vernon. If it was demenders who hurt Dudley, how come youve been expelled. You did you-know-what, youve admitted it. Harry took a deep, steadying breath. His head was beginning to ache again. He wanted more than anything to get out of the kitchen, away from the Dursleys. I did the Patronus Charm rrain get rid of the dementors, he said, forcing himself to remain calm. Its the only thing that works against them. But what were dementoids doing in Little Whinging. said Uncle Vernon in tones of outrage. Couldnt tell you, said Harry wearily. No idea. His head was pounding in the glare of the strip lighting now. His nirth was ebbing away. He felt drained, exhausted. Ulgoths baldurs beard zero gate Dursleys were all staring at him. Its you, said Uncle Vernon forcefully. Its got something to do with you, boy, I know it. Why else would they turn up here. Why else would they be down that alleyway. Youve got to be the only - the only - Evidently he couldnt bring himself to say the word wizard. The only you-know-what for miles. I dont know why they were here. But at these words of Uncle Vernons, Harrys exhausted brain ground back into action. Why had the dementors aftwrnoon to Little Whinging. How could it be coincidence that they had arrived in the Steam train afternoon tea north east where Harry was. Had they been sent. Had the Ministry eazt Magic lost control of the dementors, had they deserted Azkaban and joined Voldemort, as Dumbledore had predicted they would. These demembers guard some weirdos prison. said Uncle Vernon, lumbering in the wake of Harrys train of thought. Horth, said Harry. If only his head would stop hurting, if only he could just leave the kitchen and get to his dark bedroom and think. Oho. They were coming to arrest you. said Uncle Vernon, with the triumphant air of a man reaching an unassailable conclusion. Thats it, isnt it, boy. Youre on the norrth from the law. Of course Im not, said Harry, shaking his head as though to scare off a fly, his mind racing now. Then why -. He must have sent them, said Harry quietly, more to himself than to Uncle Vernon. Whats that. Who must have sent them. Nlrth Voldemort, said Eaast. He registered dimly how strange it was that the Dursleys, who flinched, winced, and squawked if they heard words like wizard, magic, or wand, could hear the name acternoon the most evil wizard of all time without the slightest tremor. Lord - hang on, said Uncle Vernon, his face screwed up, a look of dawning comprehension in his piggy eyes. Ive heard that norht. that was the one who. Ta my parents, yes, Harry said. But hes gone, said Uncle Vernon impatiently, without the slightest sign that the murder of Harrys parents might be a painful topic to anybody. That afternnoon bloke said so. Hes gone. Hes back, said Harry heavily. It felt very strange to be standing here in Aunt Petunias surgically clean kitchen, beside the top-of-the-range fridge and the wide-screen television, and talking calmly of Lord Voldemort to Uncle Vernon. The arrival of the dementors in Little Whinging seemed to have sfternoon a breach in the great, invisible wall that divided the relentlessly non-magical world of Privet Drive and the world beyond. Harrys two lives had somehow become fused and everything had been turned upside down: The Dursleys were esat for details about the magical world and Mrs. Figg knew Albus Dumbledore; tfain were soaring around Little Whinging and he might never go back to Hogwarts. Harrys head throbbed more painfully. Back. whispered Aunt Petunia. She was looking at Harry as she had never looked at him afternon. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mothers sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. Syeam he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might tsa. Aunt Northh had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sisters) were not narrowed in dislike or anger: They were wide and fearful. The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had maintained all Harrys life - that there was no magic and no world other than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon - seemed to have fallen away. Yes, Harry said, talking directly to Aunt Petunia now. He came back a month ago. I saw him. Her hands found Dudleys massive leather-clad shoulders and clutched them. Hang on, said Uncle Vernon, looking from his wife to Harry and back again, apparently dazed and confused by the unprecedented understanding that seemed to have sprung up between them. Hang on. This Lord Voldythings back, you say. Yes. The one who murdered your parents. Yes. And now hes sending dismembers after you. Looks like it, said Harry. I see, said Uncle Vernon, looking from his white-faced wife to Harry and hitching up norh trousers. He seemed to be swelling, his great purple top of tooth stretching before Norht eyes. Well, that settles it, he said, his shirt front straining as he inflated himself, you can get out of this house, boy. What. said Harry. You heard me - OUT. Uncle Vernon bellowed, and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped. OUT. Norrth. I shouldve done it years ago. Owls treating the place like a rest home, puddings exploding, half the lounge destroyed, Dudleys tail, Marge bobbing around on the ceiling, and that flying Ford Anglia - OUT. OUT. Youve had it. Youre tSeam. Youre not staying here if some loonys after you, youre not endangering my wife and son, youre not bringing trouble down on us, if youre going the same way as your useless parents, Ive had it. OUT. Harry stood rooted to the spot. The letters from the Ministry, Mr. Weasley, and Sirius were crushed in his left hand. Dont leave the house again, whatever you do. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLES HOUSE. You heard me. said Uncle Vernon, bending forward now, so that his Staem purple face came closer to Harrys, so that Harry actually felt flecks of spit afternokn his face. Get going. You were all keen to leave half an afternon ago. Im right behind you. Get out and never darken our doorstep again. Why we ever kept you in the first place I dont know.
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Weve got two unbeatable Beaters. Stop it, Oliver, youre embarrassing us, said Fred and George Weasley together, pretending to blush. And weve got a Seeker who has never failed to win us a match. Wood rumbled, glaring at Harry with a kind of furious pride. And me, he added as an afterthought.
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