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Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop.
The servant gave a whimper.
Say hello to Buckbeak for me. Harry Yes, thought Harry, that looked all right. There was no point putting in the dream; he didn't want it to look as though he was too worried. He folded up the parchment and laid it aside on his desk, ready for when Hedwig returned. Then he got to his feet, stretched, and opened his wardrobe once more. Without glancing at his reflection he
"Having a good holiday, Dudley?" he said kindly.
Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?"
Frank didn't understand what was going on. He wanted more than anything to be back in his bed with his hot-water bottle. The problem was that his legs didn't seem to want to move. As he stood there shaking and trying to master himself, the cold voice switched abruptly to English again.
Frank didn't have a chance to hide himself. There were footsteps and then the door of the room was flung wide open.
At the far end of the table, Percy was telling his father all about his report on cauldron bottoms.
"Laying hands on Harry Potter would be so difficult, he is so well protected --"
"I'm not putting them on," said old Archie in indignation. "I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks."
Harry seized his eagle-feather quill once more, grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, and wrote:
"Why's he sent you up here, if he knows you don't like heights?" said Harry, frowning.
And then -"
"They run off eckeltricity, do they?" he said knowledgeably. "Ah yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs," he added to Uncle Vernon. "And batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. My wife thinks I'm mad, but there you are."
By seven o'clock, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were settling themselves down to eat beneath a clear, deep-blue sky. To somebody who had been living on meals of increasingly stale cake all summer, this was paradise, and at first, Harry listened rather than talked as he helped himself to chicken and ham pie, boiled potatoes, and
And then the chair was facing Frank, and he saw what was sitting in it. His walking stick fell to the floor with a clatter. He opened his mouth and let out a scream. He was screaming so loudly that he never heard the words the thing in the chair spoke as it raised a wand. There was a flash of green light, a rushing sound, and Frank Bryce crumpled. He was dead before he hit the floor.,