Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways
The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane
Not for the first time, an argument had broken over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive
It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it 'the Riddle House,' even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there
The hottest day of summer so far was drawing close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square house of Privet Drive
And together they walked back through the gateway to the Muggle World
As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come...and he would have to meet it when it did
And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last
'I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer'
Instead he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around, and led the way out of the station toward the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley hurrying along in his wake
*He felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione
All was well
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