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 two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.
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.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive.
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.
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 meani
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