The Seven Potters

Harryranbackupstairstohisbedroom,arrivingatthewindowjustintimetoseetheDursleys’carswingingoutofthedriveandoffuptheroad.Dedalus’stophatwasvisiblebetweenAuntPetuniaandDudleyinthebackseat.ThecarturnedrightattheendofPrivetDrive,itswindowsburnedscarletforamomentinthenowsettingsun,andthenitwasgone.

HarrypickedupHedwig’scage,hisFirebolt,andhisrucksack,gavehisunnaturallytidybedroomonelastsweepinglook,andthenmadehisungainlywaybackdownstairstothehall,wherehedepositedcage,broomstick,andbagnearthefootofthestairs.Thelightwasfadingrapidly,thehallfullofshadowsintheeveninglight.Itfeltmoststrangetostandhereinthesilenceandknowthathewasabouttoleavethehouseforthelasttime.Longago,whenhehadbeenleftalonewhiletheDursleyswentouttoenjoythemselves,thehoursofsolitudehadbeenararetreat.Pausingonlytosneaksomethingtastyfromthefridge,hehadrushedupstairstoplayonDudley’scomputer,orputonthetelevisionandflickedthroughthechannelstohisheart’scontent.Itgavehimanodd,emptyfeelingrememberingthosetimes;itwaslikerememberingayoungerbrotherwhomhehadlost.

"Don’tyouwanttotakealastlookattheplace?"heaskedHedwig,whowasstillsulkingwithherheadunderherwing."We’llneverbehereagain.Don’tyouwanttorememberallthegoodtimes?Imean,lookatthisdoormat.Whatmemories...DudleysobbedonitafterIsavedhimfromthedementors...

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