Harry Potter Chapters by Line

Can you name the Harry Potter chapters by their first line?

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The prospect of talkng face-to-face with Sirius was all that sustained Harry over the next fortnight, the only bright spot on a horizon that had never looked darker.4
Professor Dumbledore sent all the Gryffindors back to the Great Hall, where they were joined later by the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins, who all looked extremely confused3
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate likng for large and monstrous creatures.2
Harry gasped; he could not help himself. The large dungeon he had entered was horribly familiar.5
Three o'clock on the following afternoon found Harry, Ron, Fred, and George standing outside the great white marquee in the orchard, awaiting the arrival of the wedding guests.7
When he looked back, even months later, Harry found he had only scattered memories of the next few days.4
Harry could not move a muscle. He lay beneath the Invisibity Cloak feeling the blood from his nose flow over his face, listening to the voices and footsteps in the corridor beyond.6
Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the invisibility cloak stayed at the bottom of his trunk1
Early next morning, Harry woke with a plan fully formed in his mind, as though his sleeping brain had been working on it all night.4
It took Harry severel days to get used to his strange new freedom.3
Harry was severel streets away before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, panting from the effort of dragging his trunk.3
Once back under the starry sky, Harry heaved Dumbledore onto the top of the nearest boulder and then to his feet.6
The end of the summer vacation came too quickly for Harry's liking.2
Harry turned to look at Ron and Hermione. Neither of them seemed to have understood what Xenophilius had said either.7
Harry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned but very stiff.2
Harry felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave, and he fell forward; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last.4
In years to come, Harry would never quite remember how he had managed to get through his exams when he half expected Voldemort to come bursting through the door at any moment.1
Despite the fact that he had spent every moment of the past few days hoping that Dumbledore would indeed come to fetch him, Harry felt awkward as they set off down Privet Drive.6
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. 4
Harry ran back upstairs up his bedroom, arriving at the window just in time to see the Dursleys' car swinging out of the drive and off up the road.7
Harry could smell salt and hear rushing waves; a light chilly breeze ruffled his hair as he looked out at a moonlit sea and star-strewn sky.6
Harry could feel the Felix Felicis wearing off as he crept back into the castle.6
It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship. Each was so angry with the other that Harry couldn't see how they'd ever make up.3
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.3
Bill and Fleur's cottage stood alone on a cliff overlooking the sea, its walls embedded with with shells and whitewashed.7
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.1
Dinner in the Great Hall that night was not pleasant for Harry. The news about his shouting match with Umbridge seemed to have traveled fast even by Hogwarts's standards5
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive2
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there.1
'The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.5
It took a few seconds for the absurdity of this statement to sink in. 3
The fact that Harry Potter was going out with Ginny Weasley seemed to interest a great number of people.6
Ron's euphoria at helping Gryffindor scrape the Quidditch Cup was such that he could not settle to anything next day.5
For a moment there was silence as Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart stood in the doorway, covered in muck and slime and (in Harry's case) blood.2
Harry wound his hand tightly into the mane of the nearest threstral, placed a foot on a stump nearby, an scrambled clumsily onto the horse's silken back.5
Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated as much as Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.1
Harry lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there.7
Harry managed not to shout out, but it was a close thing.2
Harry had no idea what Hermione was planning, or even whether she had a plan.5
Harry had not expected Hermione's anger to abate overnight, and was therefore unsurprised that she communicated mainly by dirty looks and pointed silences the next morning. 7
Harry didn't have a very clear idea of how he had managed to get back into the Honeydukes cellar, through the tunnel, and into the castle once more.3
As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel.1
Things couldn't have been worse. Filch took them down to Professor Mcgonagall's study on the first floor, where they sat and waited without saying a word to each other.1
Wormtail approached Harry, who scrambled to find his feet, to support his own weight before the ropes were untied.4
The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.7
He was standing at the end of a very long, dimly lit chamber.2
Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right.5
It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting in his office, reading a memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind.6
Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him.4

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