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The Prince’s Tale

           Hefellheadlongintosunlight,andhisfeetfoundwarmground.Whenhestraightenedup,hesawthathewasinanearlydesertedplayground.Asinglehugechimneydominatedthedistantskyline.Twogirlswereswingingbackwardandforward,andaskinnyboywaswatchingthemfrombehindaclumpofbushes.Hisblackhairwasoverlongandhisclothesweresomismatchedthatitlookeddeliberate:tooshortjeans,ashabby,overlargecoatthatmighthavebelongedtoagrownman,anoddsmocklikeshirt.

           Harrymovedclosertotheboy.Snapelookednomorethannineortenyearsold,sallow,small,stringy.Therewasundisguisedgreedinhisthinfaceashewatchedtheyoungerofthetwogirlsswinginghigherandhigherthanhersister.

           "Lily,don’tdoit!"shriekedtheelderofthetwo.

           Butthegirlhadletgooftheswingattheveryheightofitsarcandflownintotheair,quiteliterallyflown,launchedherselfskywardwithagreatshoutoflaughter,andinsteadofcrumplingontheplaygroundasphalt,shesoaredlikeatrapezeartistthroughtheair,stayingupfartoolong,landingfartoolightly.

           "Mummytoldyounotto!"

           Petuniastoppedherswingbydraggingtheheelsofhersandalsontheground,makingacrunching,grindingsound,thenleaptup,handsonhips.

           "Mummysaidyouweren’tallowed,Lily!"

           "ButI’mfine,"saidLily,stillgiggling."Tuney,lookatthis.WatchwhatIcando."

           Petuniaglancedaround.Theplaygroundwasdesertedapartfromthemselvesand,thoughthegirlsdidnotknowit,Snape.

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