Diagon Alley

           Harrywokeearlythenextmorning. Althoughhecouldtellitwasdaylight,hekepthiseyesshuttight. 

           "Itwasadream,hetoldhimselffirmly. "IdreamedagiantcalledHagridcametotellmeIwasgoingtoaschoolforwizards. WhenIopenmyeyesI’llbeathomeinmycupboard." 

           Therewassuddenlyaloudtappingnoise. 

           Andthere’sAuntPetuniaknockingonthedoor,Harrythought,hisheartsinking. Buthestilldidn’topenhiseyes. Ithadbeensuchagooddream. 

           Tap. Tap. Tap. 

           "Allright,"Harrymumbled,"I’mgettingup." 

           HesatupandHagrid’sheavycoatfelloffhim. Thehutwasfullofsunlight,thestormwasover, Hagridhimselfwasasleeponthecollapsedsofa,andtherewasanowlrappingitsclawonthewindow,anewspaperheldinitsbeak. 

           Harryscrambledtohisfeet,sohappyhefeltasthoughalargeballoonwasswellinginsidehim. Hewentstraighttothewindowandjerkeditopen. TheowlswoopedinanddroppedthenewspaperontopofHagrid,whodidn’twakeup. TheowlthenflutteredontothefloorandbegantoattackHagrid’scoat. 

           "Don’tdothat." 

           Harrytriedtowavetheowloutoftheway,butitsnappeditsbeakfiercelyathimandcarriedonsavagingthecoat.