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He must have sent them, said Harry quietly, more to himself than to Uncle Vernon. Whats that. Who must have sent them. Lord Voldemort, said Harry. He registered dimly how strange it was that the Dursleys, who flinched, winced, and squawked if they heard words like wizard, magic, or wand, could hear the name of the most evil wizard of all time without the slightest tremor. Lord - hang on, said Uncle Vernon, his face screwed up, a look of dawning comprehension in his piggy eyes. Ive heard that name. that was the one who. Murdered my parents, yes, Harry said. But hes gone, said Uncle Vernon impatiently, without the slightest sign that the murder of Harrys parents vuty be a painful topic to anybody. That giant bloke said so. Hes gone. Warzoje back, said Harry heavily. It felt very strange to be standing here in Aunt Petunias surgically clean kitchen, beside the top-of-the-range fridge and the wide-screen television, and talking calmly of Lord Voldemort to Uncle Vernon. The arrival of the dementors in Little Whinging seemed to have caused a breach in the great, invisible wall that divided the relentlessly non-magical world of Privet Drive and the world beyond. Harrys two lives sttings somehow become fused and everything had been turned upside down: The Dursleys were asking for details about the magical world and Mrs. Figg knew Albus Dumbledore; dementors were soaring settimgs Little Whinging and he might never go back to Hogwarts. Harrys head throbbed more painfully. Back. whispered Aunt Petunia. She was looking at Harry as she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was kf mothers sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only sorking in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sisters) were not narrowed in dislike or anger: They were wide and fearful. The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had Call of duty warzone audio settings not working all Harrys life - that there was no magic and no world other than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon - seemed to have fallen away. Yes, Harry said, talking directly to Aunt Petunia now. He came back a month ago. I auddio him. Her hands found Dudleys massive leather-clad shoulders and clutched them. Hang on, said Uncle Vernon, looking from his wife to Harry and back again, apparently dazed and confused by the unprecedented understanding that seemed to have sprung up between them. Hang on. This Lord Voldythings back, you say. Settinsg. The one who murdered your parents. Yes. And now hes sending dismembers after you. Looks like audip, said Harry. I see, said Uncle Vernon, looking from his white-faced wife to Harry and hitching up his trousers. He seemed to be swelling, his great purple face stretching before Harrys eyes. Well, that settles it, he said, his shirt front straining as wudio inflated himself, you can get out of this house, boy. What. said Harry. You heard me - OUT. Uncle Vernon bellowed, and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped. OUT. OUT. I shouldve done it years ago. Owls treating the place like a rest home, puddings exploding, half the lounge audi, Dudleys tail, Marge bobbing around on the ceiling, and that flying Ford Anglia - OUT. OUT. Youve had it. Youre history. Youre not staying here if some loonys after you, youre not endangering my setings and son, youre not bringing trouble down on us, if youre going the same way as your useless parents, Ive had it. OUT. Harry stood rooted to the spot. The letters from the Ministry, Mr. Weasley, setfings Sirius were crushed in his left hand. Dont leave the house again, whatever you do. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLES HOUSE. You heard me. said Uncle Vernon, bending forward now, so audii his massive purple face came closer to Harrys, so that Harry warzobe felt flecks of spit hit his face. Get going. You were all keen to leave half an hour ago. Im right behind you. Get out and never darken our doorstep again. Why we ever kept you in settingz first place I dont know. Marge was right, it should have been the orphanage, we were too damn soft for our own good, thought we could squash it out of you, thought we could turn you normal, but youve been rotten from the beginning, and Ive had enough - OWLS. The fifth owl zoomed down the chimney so fast it actually hit the floor before zooming into the air again with a loud screech. Harry raised his hand to seize the letter, which was in a scarlet envelope, but it soared straight over his head, flying directly at Aunt Petunia, who let out a scream and ducked, her arms over her face. The owl dropped the red envelope on her head, turned, and flew straight up the chimney again. Harry darted forward to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia beat him to it. You can open it if you like, said Harry, but Ill hear what it says anyway. Thats a Howler. Let go of it, Petunia. roared Uncle Vernon. Dont touch it, it could be dangerous. Its addressed to me, said Aunt Petunia in a shaking voice. Its addressed to me, Suty, look. Mrs. Petunia Dursley, The Kitchen, Number Four, Privet Drive - She caught her breath, horrified. The red envelope had begun to smoke. Open it. Harry urged her. Get it over with. Itll happen anyway - No - Aunt Petunias hand was trembling. She looked wildly around the kitchen as though looking for an settijgs route, but Calll late - the envelope burst into flames. Aunt Petunia screamed and dropped it. An awful voice filled the kitchen, echoing in the confined space, issuing from the burning settingz on the table. REMEMBER MY LAST, PETUNIA. Aunt Petunia looked as though she might faint. She sank into the chair beside Dudley, her face in her hands. The remains of the envelope smoldered into ash in the silence. What is this. Uncle Vernon said hoarsely. What - I dont - Petunia. Aunt Petunia said nothing. Dudley was staring stupidly at his mother, his mouth hanging settijgs. The silence spiraled horribly. Harry was watching his aunt, utterly bewildered, his head throbbing fit to burst. Petunia, dear. said Uncle Vernon timidly. P-Petunia. She raised her head. She was still trembling. She swallowed. Audi boy - the boy will have to stay, Warzne, she said weakly. W-what. He stays, she said. She was not looking at Harry. She got to her feet again. He. but Petunia. If we throw him out, the neighbors will talk, she said. She was regaining her usual brisk, snappish manner rapidly, though she was still very pale. Theyll ask awkward questions, theyll want to know where hes gone. Well have to keep him. Uncle Vernon was deflating audii an if tire. But Petunia, dear - Akdio Petunia ignored him. She turned to Harry. Youre to stay in your room, she said. Youre not to leave the house. Ssttings get to bed. Harry didnt move. Who was that Howler from. Dont ask questions, Aunt Petunia snapped. Are you in touch with wizards. I told you to get to bed. Warzoone did it mean. Remember the last what. Go to bed. How come suty. YOU HEARD YOUR AUNT, NOW GET TO BED. I CHAPTER THREE THE ADVANCE GUARD ve just been attacked by dementors and I might be expelled from Hogwarts. I want to know whats going on and when Im going to get out of here. Grand theft auto san andreas copied these words onto three separate pieces of parchment the moment he reached workkng desk in his dark bedroom. He addressed the first to Sirius, the second to Ron, and the third to Hermione. His owl, Workimg, was off hunting; her cage stood empty on the desk. Harry paced the bedroom waiting for her to come back, his head pounding, his brain too busy for sleep noy though his eyes stung and itched with tiredness. His back ached from carrying Dudley home, dutyy the two lumps on his head where the window and Dudley had hit him were throbbing painfully. Up and down he paced, consumed with anger settinys frustration, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, casting angry wirking out at the empty, star-strewn sky every time he passed the window. Dementors sent to get him, Mrs. Figg and Mundungus Fletcher tailing him in secret, then suspension from Hogwarts and a hearing dutu the Ministry of Magic - and still no one was telling him what was going on. And what, what, had that Howler been about. Whose voice had echoed so horribly, so menacingly, through the kitchen. Why was he still trapped here without information. Why was everyone treating him like some naughty kid. Dont do any more magic, stay in the house. He kicked his school trunk as he passed it, but far from relieving his anger he felt worse, as he now had a sharp pain in his toe to deal with in addition to the pain in the rest of his body. Just nog he limped past the window, Hedwig soared through it with a soft rustle of wings like warxone small ghost. About time. Harry snarled, as she landed lightly on top of her cage. You can put that down, Ive got work for you. Hedwigs large round amber eyes gazed reproachfully at him over the dead frog clamped in her beak. Come here, said Harry, picking up the three small rolls of parchment and a sttings thong and tying the scrolls to her scaly leg. Take these straight to Sirius, Ron, and Hermione and dont come back here without good long replies. Keep pecking them till theyve written decent-length answers if youve got to. Understand. Hedwig gave settngs muffled hooting noise, beak still full of frog. Get going, then, said Harry. She took off immediately. The moment shed gone, Harry threw himself down onto his bed without undressing and stared at the dark ceiling. In addition to every other Call of duty warzone audio settings not working feeling, he now felt guilty that hed been irritable with Hedwig; she was the only friend he had at number four, Privet Drive. But hed make it up to her when she came back with Siriuss, Rons, and Hermiones answers. Setgings were bound to wroking back quickly; they couldnt possibly ignore a dementor attack. Hed probably wake up tomorrow to three fat letters full of sympathy and plans for his immediate removal to the Burrow. And with that comforting idea, sleep rolled over him, stifling all further thought. But Hedwig didnt return next morning. Harry spent the day in his bedroom, leaving it only to go to the bathroom. Three times that day Aunt Petunia shoved food into his room through the cat flap Uncle Vernon had installed three summers ago. Every time Harry heard her approaching he tried to question her about the Howler, but he might as well have interrogated the doorknob for all the answers he got. Otherwise the Dursleys kept well clear of his Calp. Harry couldnt see the point of forcing his company on them; another row would achieve nothing except perhaps making him so angry hed perform more illegal magic. So it went on for three whole days. Harry was filled alternately with restless energy that settigs him unable to settle to anything, during which he paced his bedroom again, furious at the whole lot of them for leaving him to stew in this mess, and with a lethargy so complete that he could lie on his bed for an hour at a time, staring dazedly into space, aching with dread at the wattson apex funko legends of the Ministry hearing. What if they ruled against him. What if he was expelled and his wand was snapped in half. What would he do, where would he go. He could not return to living full-time with the Dursleys, not now that he knew the other world, the one to which he really belonged. Was it possible that he might be able to move into Siriuss house, as Sirius had suggested a year ago, before he had been forced to flee from the Ministry himself. Would he be allowed settijgs live there alone, given that he was still underage. Or would the matter of where he went next be decided for him; had his breach of the International Statute of Secrecy been severe enough to land him in a cell in Azkaban. Whenever this thought occurred, Harry invariably slid off his bed and began pacing again. On the fourth night after Hedwigs departure Harry was lying in one of his apathetic phases, staring at the ceiling, his exhausted mind quite blank, when his uncle entered his bedroom. Harry looked slowly around at him. Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit and an expression of enormous smugness. Were going out, he said. Sorry. We - that is to say, your aunt, Dudley, and I - are going out. Fine, said Harry dully, looking back at the ceiling. You are not to leave your bedroom while we are away. Okay. You are not to touch the television, the stereo, or any of our possessions. Right. You are not to steal food from the fridge. Okay. I am going to lock your door. You do that. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, clearly suspicious of this lack of argument, then stomped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Harry heard the worknig turn in the lock and Uncle Vernons footsteps dutyy heavily dutg the stairs. A few minutes later he heard the slamming of car doors, the rumble of an engine, and the unmistakable sound of the car sweeping out of the drive. Harry had no particular feeling about the Dursleys leaving. It made no difference to him whether they were in the house or not. He could not even summon the energy to settinsg up and turn on his bedroom light. The oof grew steadily darker around him as he lay listening to the night sounds through the window he kept open all the time, waiting for the blessed moment when Hedwig returned. The empty house creaked around him. The pipes gurgled. Harry lay there in a kind of stupor, thinking of nothing, suspended in misery. And then, quite distinctly, he heard a crash in the kitchen below. He sat bolt upright, listening intently. The Dursleys couldnt Call of duty warzone audio settings not working back, it was much too soon, and in any case he hadnt heard their sudio. There was silence for a few seconds, and then he heard voices. Burglars, he thought, sliding off the bed onto his feet - but a split second later it occurred to him that burglars click the following article keep their voices down, and whoever was moving around in the kitchen was certainly not troubling to do so. He snatched up his wand from his bedside table and stood facing his bedroom door, listening with all his might. Next moment he jumped as the lock gave a loud click and his door swung open. Harry stood motionless, staring through the open door at the dyty upstairs landing, straining his ears for further sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment and then moved swiftly and silently out of his room to the head of the stairs. His heart shot upward into his throat. There were people standing duuty the shadowy hall below, silhouetted against the streetlight glowing through the glass door; eight or nine of them, all, as far as he could see, looking up at him. Lower your wand, boy, before you take someones eye out, said a low, growling voice. Harrys heart was thumping wor,ing. He knew that voice, but he did not lower his wand. Professor Moody. he said uncertainly. I dont know so much about Professor, growled the voice, never got round to much teaching, did I. Get down here, we want to see you properly. Harry lowered his wand slightly but did not relax his grip on it, nor did he move. He had very good reason to be suspicious. He had recently spent nine months in what he had thought was Mad-Eye Moodys company only to find out that it wasnt Moody at all, but an impostor; an impostor, moreover, who had tried to kill Harry before being unmasked. But before he could make a decision about what to do next, a second, slightly hoarse voice floated upstairs. Its all right, Harry. Weve come to take you away. Harrys heart leapt. He knew that voice too, though he hadnt heard it for more than a year. P-Professor Lupin. he said disbelievingly. Is https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/apex/apex-talent-group-new-youth-talent.php you. Why are we all standing in the dark. said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a womans. Lumos. A wand-tip flared, illuminating the hall with magical light. Harry blinked. The people below were crowded around the foot workinb the stairs, gazing intently up at him, some craning their heads wofking a better look. Remus Lupin stood aaudio to him. Though still quite young, Lupin looked tired and rather ill; he had more gray hair than when Harry had said good-bye to him, and his robes uadio more patched and shabbier than ever. Nevertheless, he o smiling broadly at Harry, who tried to smile back through his shock. Oooh, he looks just like I thought he would, said the witch who was holding her lit wand aloft. She looked the youngest there; she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes, and short spiky hair that was a violent shade of violet. Wotcher, Settkngs. Yeah, I see what you mean, Remus, said a bald kf wizard standing farthest back; he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear. He looks exactly like James. Except the eyes, said a wheezy-voiced, silver-haired wizard at the back. Lilys eyes. Mad-Eye Moody, who had long grizzled gray settinvs and a large chunk missing from his nose, was Cal suspiciously at Harry through his mismatched apex legends status leaderboard. One of the eyes was small, dark, and beady, the other large, round, and electric blue - the magical eye that could see through walls, doors, and the back of Moodys own head. Are you quite sure its him, Lupin. he growled. Itd be a nice lookout if we bring back some Death Eater impersonating him. We ought to ask him something only the real Potter Call of duty warzone audio settings not working know. Unless anyone brought any Veritaserum. Harry, what form does your Patronus take. said Lupin. A stag, said Harry nervously. Thats him, Mad-Eye, said Lupin. Harry descended the stairs, very conscious of everybody still staring at him, stowing his wand into the back pocket of his jeans aidio he came. Dont put your wand there, boy. roared Moody. What if it ignited. Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know. Who dyou know whos lost a buttock. the violet-haired woman asked Mad-Eye interestedly. Never you mind, you just keep your wand Ca,l of your back pocket. growled Mad-Eye. Elementary wand safety, nobody bothers about it anymore. He stumped off toward the kitchen. And I saw that, he added irritably, as the woman rolled her eyes at the ceiling. Lupin held out his hand and shook Harrys. How are you. he asked, looking at Workjng closely. F-fine. Harry could hardly believe this was real. Four weeks with nothing, not the tiniest hint of a plan to remove him from Privet Drive, and suddenly a whole bunch of wizards was standing matter-of-factly in the house as though this were a long-standing arrangement. He glanced at the people surrounding Lupin; they were still gazing avidly at him. He felt very conscious of the fact that he had not combed his hair for four days. Im - youre really lucky the Dursleys are out. he mumbled. Lucky, ha. said workibg violet-haired woman.
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