J. K. Rowling - 06 Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince

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Chapter 1- The Funeral
“Gotta go to the bathroom… gotta go to the bathroom…” Harry Potter repeated
over and over in his mind until the words lost all meaning. He and Dudley had just spent
the past two hours celebrating their graduation from their fifth years at school by having
a soda drinking contest, which Harry won. Sadly, it was a pyrrhic victory. Harry had set a
personal record by chugging down fifty-three cans of soda, and now he had to let it out…
but where?
The restaurant in which the two of them had held the contest was just a small
diner, it had no bathrooms, and it was on a busy street, with very few other businesses.
All there was were houses, and Harry had to resist the urge to barge into one and demand
to use the bathroom. The closest place they could seek refuge was Dudley’s house, but
that was a little more than a mile away… could they make it?
“Why don’t you just use some magic and teleport us back home or something?”
asked Dudley, looking extremely red in the face, and almost in pain.
“I can’t… I left my wand at home,” said Harry, wanting to hit himself in the head
for doing so. He had been so used to just having his wand with him wherever he went
that he forgot that he actually had to bring it with him in order to have it. Back at
Hogwarts, it was normal to have his wand with him wherever he went.
Of course, nothing like that would be normal to us, only to Harry and the rest of
the wizarding world. You see, despite what you may think from the contest, Harry Potter
is not a normal boy. He is a fifteen year old, going on sixteen, wizard student at Hogwarts
School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, he among many other students learn how to
perform fabulous magic, and gain powers that could help them in dangerous situations,
everyday life… or situations much like the one Harry was in now.
“Arg, if I had my wand I could just summon us a toilet or something,” groaned
Harry and he walked slowly forward, the pain growing with each step.
“Oh, there has to be a place somewhere around here,” said Dudley, gripping his
stomach and desperately turning his head in all directions.
Harry couldn’t help but smile. This was his and Dudley’s first time out doing
something together, and actually enjoying each other’s company. For the past five years
during summer vacations at Hogwarts, and for ten years before then, Dudley’s family, the
Dursley’s, watched Harry. His parents were killed by the most terrible and vicious dark
wizard in over a century: Voldemort. He attacked their house one night, to try and steal
Harry from his parents. Both of his parents died in the attack, but Harry managed to
survive due to his mother sacrificing her life for his. When Voldemort performed the
killing curse on Harry, like he had done on hundreds of others, it just rebounded off of
the invisible shield of love, and gave Harry only a small scar on his forehead.
When the curse rebounded back to Voldemort, it nearly killed him, turning him
into a feeble spirit that wandered the world for thirteen years, trying to regain his former
power. At the end of Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort managed to resurrect
himself, and rose to become even more horrible than before. Now, instead of trying to
kill Harry, he has been trying to recruit him into his army of darkness.
Up until now, Harry hadn’t stopped worrying about Voldemort. But, at this
moment, he had more pressing matters at hand; like his exploding bladder.
“Oh man, we’ve got to find a place quick!” yelled Dudley and Harry at the same
time, surprising each other. After a quick laugh, they returned to their previous states, and
continued looking.
Suddenly, a place appeared before them. It was the most glorious place in the
world. It shone its magnificent light, becoming the greatest building of all. It was like a
mirage in a desert, it was salvation in a city. It was…
“A funeral home!” exclaimed Harry, pointing it out to Dudley. His face suddenly
perked up.
“Oh yeah, they have to have ‘facilities’ in there!” he said, looking happier than
Harry had ever seen him. With every ounce of energy in them, the two boys ran toward
the building, gritting their teeth, and trying to stop their eyes from watering. Finally, after
what felt like hours, they reached the front door and burst inside.
“May I help you… gentlemen?” asked a man at a desk in front of them. At first,
he had a pleasant tone, but then once he saw the condition of Harry and Dudley’s clothes
(not at all appropriate for the place they were in) he immediately stuck his massive nose
high in the air, stood up, and put on a snobbish attitude.
“Yes, do you have a bathroom anywhere?” gasped Harry.
“Well yes, but they are only for people visiting the deceased,” said the man,
sticking his nose, if it was possible, higher into the air. “Are you here to pay your
respects?”
“Um…” stuttered Harry.
“Yes… yes of course,” interjected Dudley. “We’re here to… um… see grandma!
Yeah, right! Grandma!” The man put his nose down slightly.
“Oh really? Well, Mrs. Perenelle is still accepting visitors,” he said, sitting down
and pointing his arm in the direction of a long hallway. “You may go see her.”
“Thanks,” groaned Harry and Dudley together quickly, running off as fast as they
could.
“What did you think you were doing?” demanded Harry, elbowing Dudley in the
side. “What if they didn’t have any dead women? What then? Where would ‘grandma’
be?”
“I dunno,” shrugged Dudley. “We’d just run away I guess. Sometimes you’ve got
to take a chance. I did, and it paid off!”
“We’re lucky it did,” said Harry. “Now where’s the bathroom?” Both of them
turned their heads in every direction, scanning the hallway, trying to find the familiar
signs of a lavatory. Suddenly, Dudley tapped Harry on the back, gasping that he saw one.
They ran over to it, faster than they had ever run in their lives; even faster, for Harry,
than when he was trying to get away from Voldemort.
After several minutes, both boys left the bathroom, their tongues hanging out,
feeling greatly relieved. Harry put his hand on Dudley’s shoulder.
“Let’s never do that again,” he said.
“Well, just don’t forget your wand next time and we’ll be okay.”
“Hey Dudley, what should we do about… her?” asked Harry, pointing to the
room that the woman was in that they were supposed to be seeing as they walked by it.
“What about her?”
“Well, it’s thanks to her that we were able to use the bathroom. The least we
could do is thank her.”
“I guess so… let’s just make it quick.”
The two of them quickly popped into the small, slightly decorated room. Harry
was surprised, however, at the lack of flowers or pictures. It was as if no one had been
there, as if no one cared that she had died.
“Look at this,” said Dudley, reading the guest book. “No one’s been here yet, and
according to this, the wake ends in just a few minutes. Where is everyone?”
“Maybe she didn’t have any friends or family,” suggested Harry, walking over to
the open coffin. He looked in, and saw an extremely old woman inside. Her hair was pure
white, with a small golden crown, and she looked at least one hundred years old, if not
more. Her face was just a peach colored prune, and there were so many wavy wrinkles in
her arms and hands, it was not hard to imagine someone surfing on them.
“Well… thanks,” whispered Harry to her, backing away slowly. “Heh, you saved
our lives…. Ready to go Dudley?”
“Yep,” he said, putting down a pen.
“What were you doing with that?” asked Harry.
“I just put down our names in the guest book,” he responded. “To make our story
more believable..”
“Good thinking. Alright, let’s go.”
Both of them walked out of the home, trying to look like they were mourning.
The man at the front appeared to have been satisfied with their look, he just nodded and
went back to his work as they passed by.
“I hope you found your visit… relieving,” said the man.
“Oh yes, it was very relieving,” said Harry, trying not to burst out laughing as
they walked out of the door.
The two of them walked the rest of the way back to Dudley’s house, still laughing
and reminiscing about their little adventure. Just when they were reliving the best part,
Mrs. Figg, their old neighbor (who happened to be a witch and a teacher at Hogwarts)
shouted out to them.
“Hello Harry!” she yelled from her door, walking outside.
“Hello Mrs. Figg,” said Harry, walking over to her.
“Oh… hello there Dudley,” she said. “Not used to seeing you two together.”
“Yeah, me and Harry have kind of…become friends since last summer.”
“Oh, well that’s nice.”
“What did you want to tell me, Mrs. Figg?” asked Harry.
“Oh yes! Well, I wanted to tell you that I will not be teaching this year at
Hogwarts.”
“What? Why not?” asked Harry, feeling extremely upset. “You were one of the
best Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers I’ve ever had… the entire school has ever
had!”
“Well, teaching just isn’t my thing, Harry. I much prefer actually being out there
fighting the dark forces than teaching how to do it. I only did it last year because there
were no others willing to do it, and I felt as though I owed that school something. But,
you don’t have to worry; someone just as good, if not better than me is taking my place.”
“Oh I doubt that,” said Harry. “But who is?”
“Professor Quirrell.”
“What!?” yelled Harry, almost knocking himself and Mrs. Figg over. “But, he
died five years ago! He was a servant to Voldemort!”
“Oh no no no no no,” said Mrs. Figg, waving her arms. “That was Larry Quirrell.
This is Jerry Quirrell, his twin brother.”
“He had a twin brother?” asked Harry.
“Yes, and you know how they say when twins are born, one is supposedly evil,
and the other is good? Well, before I knew the Quirrell children, I never believed that.
But, they are a perfect example of that theory. Larry was foul, and Jerry is lovely.”
“Well, I hope so,” said Harry, still not feeling too sure. He personally fought
Quirrell at the end of his first year at Hogwarts, and it was not a very pleasant experience,
nor was it especially easy. “But why are you telling me now?”
“Harry, unlike students, teachers do not have the summers off. Me, among many
others, are still quite busy at work, trying to keep the world we live in a safe one. I will
be gone for the rest of summer, and wouldn’t have a chance to tell you. I figured it would
be better for you to hear it from me rather than just find out on the first day of school.”
“Oh okay,” said Harry. “But, one more thing. Is Snape going to teach Potions
again this year, or is someone else?” Mrs. Figg let out a laugh.
“I’m afraid so, Harry,” she said. “Snape will be back.”
“Too bad,” sighed Harry. “I lose a good teacher and gain a bad one, both in the
same year. It’d be nice if Lupin could come back… or Sirius.”
“I don’t think Sirius will be coming back anytime soon,” she groaned. “Ever since
last year, with Cornelius Fudge having been revealed for what he was, the Ministry of
Magic has been extremely desperate to show that they can do something right. So, they
went back to their old attempt at catching Sirius.”
“He’s evaded them before, I’m sure he can do it again.”
“I’m not so certain, Harry,” she admitted. “This time, the Ministry is using very
advanced magic to find him; especially one spell, the Possession Position Spell. If they
get a hold of something that they know belongs to Sirius, they can immediately find him
no matter where he is on Earth. I’ve heard he’s trying to give most of his stuff away to
his most trusted friends to try and avoid it.”
“I hope they don’t get him…” said Harry, feeling a little worried.
“Now don’t fret too much,” said Mrs. Figg. “I do not want you to lose sleep over
this.”
“Speaking of which…” moaned Harry, trying to indicate that he wanted to leave.
“Ah yes, it is getting late,” said Mrs. Figg, walking back to her door. “I’ll see you
boys later!”
“Goodbye Mrs. Figg,” yelled Harry, running up to the door to the Dursley’s house
alongside Dudley. “And… good luck!”
“Who’s Snape?” asked Dudley when Harry opened the door, having a very
dumbfounded look on his face. Harry merely laughed as they walked in. Dudley was so
oblivious to Harry’s world, it was funny.
“Where have you two been!?” scorned Harry’s Aunt Petunia the second they
stepped inside, as if she had just been standing there, waiting to pounce.
“Will you shut it mom,” said Dudley, closing the door. “I’ll be sixteen in just a
few days, I think I can take care of myself.”
“Well of course you can take care of yourself in a normal situation, Dudley,” she
said. “But, whenever… he’s around (she pointed to Harry) the situation can never be
normal.” Dudley just sighed at her response. Unlike him, the rest of the Dursleys had not
yet come to respect the fact that Harry was a wizard, and nothing was going to change
that. Dudley waved his arm, indicating to Harry to come into the living room and partake
in their favorite activity (even more than soda chugging): watching Monty Python and
the Holy Grail.
“Did I tell you watching this movie saved me during a test last year?” asked
Harry.
“Hah! and they said memorizing it would never pay off!”
“Oh yeah, and there’s something else I’ve been meaning to tell you Dudley…
oh… what was it…?”
“Well, out with it!” he said, taking the movie out of its cover.
“Oh… it was…. Oh man, it’s on the tip of my tongue!” said Harry, snapping his
fingers.
“Come on! Use your magic or something to remember!”
“Oh yeah! That’s it, I remember now!”
“What is it?”
“Dudley… you’re a wizard.”
Chapter 2- Dobby Again
Dudley dropped the video to the floor, and he stayed squatted there, with his
mouth opened wide. Harry knew he should have waited for a better time… but this was
the best he could think of.
“I’m a… what?” stuttered Dudley.
“You’re a wizard, like me,” said Harry, trying to stay calm.
“But- but… how could I… be a wizard?” Harry tried not to smile. Dudley was
reacting to the new the same way he did when he was told that he was one too.
“I can assure you that you are.”
“But… I don’t go to that school of yours, and- and… I’ve never done anything…
magical. And how could I be… that way… with parents like mine?”
Harry sighed. Voldemort had told him the answers to all the same questions at the
end of last year when he was holding Harry captive, and he didn’t really feel like having
to repeat it all over again. But, he had to. He had brought this new burden to Dudley, and
he had to try and begin to relieve it.
“Well Dudley, to answer your first question, the reason you don’t attend
Hogwarts is because Voldemort somehow changed the attendance sheet for the new first
years, when it was your time to come, so that your name was not on it.”
“Why did he do that?”
“I never told you about the Kinsafe Charm put on this house, did I?”
“Um… no?”
“I guess not then,” sighed Harry. “Well, when I was brought here, Dumbledore
put the charm on the house so that as long as I was around family, Voldemort could not
touch me. Now, if you came to Hogwarts with me, I’d still have that protection at school,
which is something Voldemort definitely did not want.”
“Oh, okay. I see,” said Dudley, wide-eyed and not looking like he did ‘see’ at all.
“But still, how can I be magical? I’ve never done any magic and my parents certainly
aren’t!”
“Well, I’m not sure how to say this, but your mom is a witch, Dudley.”
Dudley didn’t say anything, he just merely continued to stare at Harry, with a
drop of drool slowly falling down from his mouth. Harry decided to keep on talking.
“You know that your mom and mine are twins, but what you don’t know, is that
their father is Voldemort.” Harry stopped there for a second. The thought just occurred to
him: Voldemort was his grandfather. He shuddered at the thought. “It’s just by chance
that he chose to help my mom out at a young age and give her a magic book to read
before she even started school, giving her a huge advantage. When the time came for new
students to be chosen, Lily so overshadowed Petunia, that they just forgot about her, and
she never came to school. So, just because she never went to Hogwarts doesn’t mean she
lost her powers.”
“But why doesn’t she use magic now?” asked Dudley, quietly and slowly.
“After a while, I guess Hogwarts discovered their mistake and they wiped her
memory, making her forget she was ever a witch. But, yet again, that didn’t take away
her powers, and when she gave birth to you, you gained some of them.”
“So I’m… a wizard?” gasped Dudley.
“That’s what I said.”
“Wow,” said Dudley, slowly getting up and sitting in a chair. “So… am I going to
be coming to Hogwarts then?”
“Err…” stuttered Harry, he hadn’t really thought about that. He had been meaning
to owl Dumbledore. “I think so.”
“Oh man… I don’t know what to say,” said Dudley, starting to look a little better,
and possibly excited. “So, I’ll be able to make fire, and summon brooms, and even
control the weather?”
“Um… sure,” said Harry, not wanting to get Dudley’s hopes too high. There was
always the chance that he wouldn’t be coming. But, it couldn’t hurt to get him started a
little. “In fact, let’s practice some right now!”
“That sounds like a great idea,” said Dudley, jumping up from off his chair, and
dropping the video on the floor, ready to start exploring his new life.
“That’s it! Now you’re getting the hang of it!” said Harry to Dudley, after his
seventieth attempt at trying to perform a simple Lumos Spell resulted in some light. Even
though he was using Harry’s wand, and was therefore not as powerful as if he had used
one that was his own, Harry hadn’t expected it to make that much of a difference.
“Hey! I made some light!” squealed Dudley with excitement.
“Good job,” said Harry, giving a small yawn. They had been practicing basic
spells all day long inside the living room, and it was now extremely late. “But, I think it’s
time to call it a night. We’ll practice some more tomorrow.”
“Alright, Harry,” he squeaked, giving him his wand back. Harry felt much
stronger and more confident when he had his wand; it felt great to have it back.
“Good night, Harry,” yawned Dudley, walking up the stairs to his room.
“See you later,” said Harry, for one of the first times in his life, actually looking
forward to the rest of his summer vacation.
Each day, for the next several weeks, Harry and Dudley practiced magic. Of
course, they only did it while not in the presence of Dudley’s parents: Harry’s Aunt
Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Hearing them walk through the door, returning from whatever
they were doing all day (work or mindless gossiping), was the low of the two boys’ day.
Finally, when Dudley was able to perform most spells that an average First Year
would be able to do, Harry decided it was time to send Dumbledore a letter, to see if
Dudley would be able to come to Hogwarts next year. So, when Uncle Vernon walked
through the door and their lesson was over, Harry decided it would be a good time to
write it.
“I’ve got some things to do,” said Harry, trying to find an excuse. “I’ll see you
later Dudley. Keep working on memorizing those spells names!”
“I will,” he said, engaged in reading one of Harry’s schoolbooks, staying in a
position that would allow him to quickly hide it if one of his parents entered the room.
Harry scooted up the stairs as fast as he could, and when he arrived in his room, he ripped
out a piece of parchment from one of his notebooks on which he would write the letter.
After just a few seconds of making a mental outline, he wrote:
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
How are you? I am fine here, living with the Muggles. I must say, it has been one
of my better vacations, due to my new friendship with my cousin Dudley. Speaking of
which, I’m not sure if I forgot to mention this to you or not, but at the end of last year,
Voldemort told me that my Aunt Petunia was a witch, and that Dudley is now a wizard.
Hearing this, I am wondering if it is possible for Dudley to begin at Hogwarts, since he
has the magical power, all he needs is the proper teaching.
Please reply soon.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
Harry reread it, to make sure it sounded good, and it sufficed. He folded it up, and
walked over to his white owl, Hedwig, who was asleep in her cage. Harry opened the
small door to the cage, put his hand on her, and shook the owl gently. Her eyes opened,
and she gave a quiet hoot.
“I need you to send this to Dumbledore,” ordered Harry, attaching the letter to her
leg. Immediately, Hedwig stood up and ruffled her feathers, trying to look important and
superior. Harry gave her a small pat, and she nipped his finger. He stepped back and she
flew out of the window.
Harry watched her fly away for a few seconds, until she was out of sight. He
crossed his arms, smiled to himself, turned around, and gave a yell.
“AAAHHH!”
“Hello Harry Potter!” squeaked an all too familiar creature.
“Dobby!” gasped Harry loudly, clutching his chest and trying to regain himself.
“You- you scared me! Don’t sneak up on people like that.”
“I is very sorry sir,” squeaked Dobby. Harry looked at him, and he looked no
different from the last time they met, except for the clothes he was wearing. On his arms,
he had on some rubber gloves; yellow on the left, and blue on the right. Over his body, he
had extremely loose rainbow suspenders, and over those, on his legs, he had very baggy
black pants, something you’d expect a punk kid to wear. Harry knew Dobby liked to
flaunt his freedom, but he’d never seen him do it to this extent. “But, I is having to
sneaks up on you! I is having to tell you something very important!”
“What is it this time, Dobby?” sighed Harry. Last time they had met like this, in
Harry’s bedroom, Dobby had threatened Harry not to return to Hogwarts.
“I is very sorry to say this, sir,” he squeaked, “but you cannot returns to Hogwarts
this year!” Harry sighed.
“Dobby… we’ve been through this before.”
“No!” yelled Dobby, much more forcefully than Harry had ever heard him speak.
“No! This times is completely different! This times, if Harry Potter is returning to
Hogwarts, he will certainly die, along with many others!”
“Why, what is it this time?” asked Harry in a bored voice. “Has the Chamber of
Secrets been opened again?”
“No no no! I is not able to say!”
“But Dobby, you don’t have a master anymore. You are a free elf now. You can
say whatever you want, whenever you want.”
“Not really, Harry Potter, sir. I is still having masters. But, we does not have time
to talk now! We is having to leave… now!”
“I’m not leaving, Dobby,” said Harry. “Last time, nothing serious happened to
me, and nothing will happen this time either. You can either tell me what the threat is
now, or let me find out for myself later. Either way, I’m going back to Hogwarts.”
“If you is not coming because you is wanting to, you is coming because I am
forcing you to!” said Dobby quite loudly. He suddenly put both if his arms out, one on
top of the other, with some space in between. He closed his eyes, and began to shake a
little, and a blue orb appeared between his hands. The elf then yelled some sort of
incoherent chant, and the orb grew ten times its size and imploded on itself, creating a
small black hole that was sucking in everything in the room.
Harry was immediately drawn toward it, but he lashed out for the end post of his
bed, and held on, his legs high in the air, being drawn into the hole. His entire room was
spinning, and everything was being sucked to the middle. On top of that, there was a
deafening windy noise, like a hundred tornadoes.
“Dobby! Stop this!” yelled Harry as loud as he could, still holding on.
“Not unless you is coming with me!” said Dobby, as clear as a bell. He was
standing in a corner of the room, unaffected by his own spell.
Harry had to think of something. His bed was beginning to shake too, it was being
sucked into the hole along with everything else. He had to get out of the room! Harry
desperately looked around for anything that would help him.
Then he saw it: his broomstick! Of course, why hadn’t he thought of that before?
Harry slowly climbed his way up the bed sheets and towards the broom that was still
stationary where it was. Apparently since it was magical, the spell had no effect on it, and
since it was a Firebolt, it didn’t even phase it. Harry continued climbing along his
blankets, and soon reached the broom. Just as the bed was beginning to shake, and
getting ready to join the swirling mass, Harry made a daring leap from his where he was
to the broom, and grabbed on tight.
“See you later Dobby!” yelled Harry, mounting the Firebolt.
“No! Harry Potter cannots leave!” screamed Dobby as Harry raced out of the
window, and into the open air. He took a deep breath, filled his lungs, and then exhaled it
all out. Flying was the greatest, and most natural to Harry of everything in the wizarding
world. It was the most exhilarating thing in the universe… well, at least the second most.
There were only two things in the world that could compare to flying on a broom: flying
as a gryffin through the air, and being with Cho Chang, the greatest girl in Hogwarts.
Ever since he first saw her in his second year, Harry had had a crush on Cho.
However, he had never really done anything about it until last year, when the two of them
went out on their first date, and had silently proclaimed each other boyfriend and
girlfriend.
As for flying as a gryffin, during his last year, Harry had become an Animagus,
that is, a wizard who can transform into an animal without the use of a wand. Harry’s
gryffin was a half lion and half bird creature, possessing the greatest attributes of both; it
was truly a beast to behold.
Harry suddenly snapped out of his little daydream, and returned to the real world.
He found himself flying several hundred feet above the ground, looking down at the tiny
buildings, cars, and ant-like people. It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea
where he was going. He certainly had to pick a destination. He couldn’t return to the
Dursleys, at least for a while. Not until he was sure Dobby wouldn’t return… which was
never. He couldn’t fly all the way to Hogwarts… he didn’t even know where it was. The
last place left he could go, which in this case was definitely not least, was his best friend
Ron Weasley’s house. Last year, Harry had found himself in a very similar situation
(fleeing from the Dursleys) and went to Ron’s place for a while. Why not do the same
thing again?
Harry sped off in the direction to the Weasley’s house, hoping he was going the
right way since he didn’t have a map this time.
After a few wrong turns and dead ends, (which was very odd since he was in the
air) Harry eventually found his way. Once he was on the right path, it wasn’t long before
he arrived at Ron’s house.
It looked just like Harry remembered it: a house that looked far too tall, and at too
much of an angle to one side. If such a thing existed in the Muggle world, it would surely
fall over within an instant. But, things such as it were common in the wizarding world in
which Harry lived in.
Harry flew down towards the front door, dismounted his broom, and ‘rang’ the
doorbell that made the entire house flash bright for just a second. Harry slung his broom
over his shoulder, and wondered who would answer the door.
If there was one thing that set the Weasleys apart from any other wizarding
family… it would be two things: the fact that everyone in their house had bright red hair
that made it appear as though there was an inferno whenever they had a family picture,
and the insane amount of children they had. As far as Harry knew, Mr. and Mrs.
Weasley had seven children, six boys and one girl. Five of the six boys, however, had
already graduated from Hogwarts, and only Ron and Ginny (the girl) were still in it.
Just then, the door opened, and Mrs. Weasley appeared in the doorway. She was a
kind, plump lady who was always ready to welcome anyone and everyone. Her face
immediately lit up when she saw Harry standing in front of her.
“Oh hello Harry dear!” she said, standing back and opening the door some more
for him to walk through. “Come in, come in! What brings you here?”
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Chapter1-TheFuneral“Gottagotothebathroom…gottagotothebathroom…”HarryPotterrepeatedoverandoverinhisminduntilthewordslostallmeaning.HeandDudleyhadjustspentthepasttwohourscelebratingtheirgraduationfromtheirfifthyearsatschoolbyhavingasodadrinkingcontest,whichHarrywon.Sadly,itwasapyrrhicvictory.Harryhad...

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