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J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

CHAPTER TWO — The Vanishing Glass

 

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew  on the front step? But Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys’ front door; it crept into their living-room, which was almost exactly   the same as it had been on the night when Mr Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. 

Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bobble hats – but  Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby? And ow the photographs showed a large, blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a roundabout at the fair? Playing a computer game with his father? Being hugged and kissed by his mother.  The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.

‘Up! Get up! Now!’

Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.

“Up!” she screeched. Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker. He rolled on his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorbike in it. He had a funny feeling he’d had the same dream before.

His aunt was back outside the door.

‘Are you up yet?’ she demanded.

‘Nearly,’ said Harry.

“Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don’t you dare let it burn? I want everything perfect on Dudley’s birthday”.

Harry groaned.

‘What did you say?’ his aunt snapped through the door.

‘Nothing, nothing …’

Dudley’s birthday- how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he  slept.

CHAPTER TWO — The Vanishing Glass   Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys...
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