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　Only　last　year　Harry　had　fallen　fifty　feet　from　an　airborn　broomstick。　He　was　used　to　bizarre　accidents　and　injuries；　they　were　unavoidable　if　you　attended　Hogwarts　School　of　Witchcraft　and　Wizardry　and　had　a　knack　for　attracting　a　lot　of　trouble。
　　　No；　the　thing　that　was　bothering　Harry　was　the　last　time　his　scar　had　hurt　him；　it　had　been　because　Voldemort　had　been　close　by。。。　But　Voldemort　couldn't　be　here；　now。。。　The　idea　of　Voldemort　lurking　in　Privet　Drive　was　absurd；　impossible。。。
　　　Harry　listened　closely　to　the　silence　around　him。　Was　he　half　expecting　to　hear　the　creak　of　a　stair　or　the　swish　of　a　cloak？　And　then　he　jumped　slightly　as　he　heard　his　cousin　Dudley　give　a　tremendous　grunting　snore　from　the　next　room。
　　　Harry　shook　himself　mentally；　he　was　being　stupid。　There　was　no　one　in　the　house　with　him　except　Uncle　Vernon；　Aunt　Petunia；　and　Dudley；　and　they　were　plainly　still　asleep；　their　dreams　untroubled　and　painless。
　　　Asleep　was　the　way　Harry　liked　the　Dursleys　best；　it　wasn't　as　though　they　were　ever　any　help　to　him　awake。　Uncle　Vernon；　Aunt　Petunia；　and　Dudley　were　Harry's　only　living　relatives。　They　were　Muggles　who　hated　and　despised　magic　in　any　form；　which　meant　that　Harry　was　about　as　wele　in　their　house　as　dry　rot。　They　had　explained　away　Harry's　long　absences　at　Hogwarts　over　the　last　three　years　by　telling　everyone　that　he　went　to　St。　Brutus's　Secure　Center　for　Incurably　Criminal　Boys。　They　knew　perfectly　well　that；　as　an　underage　wizard；　Harry　wasn't　allowed　to　use　magic　outside　Hogwarts；　but　they　were　still　apt　to　blame　him　for　anything　that　went　wrong　about　the　house。　Harry　had　never　been　able　to　confide　in　them　or　tell　them　anything　about　his　life　in　the　wizarding　world。　The　very　idea　of　going　to　them　when　they　awoke；　and　telling　them　about　his　scar　hurting　him；　and　about　his　worries　about　Voldemort；　was　laughable。
　　　And　yet　it　was　because　of　Voldemort　that　Harry　had　e　to　live　with　the　Dursleys　in　the　first　place。　If　it　hadn't　been　for　Voldemort；　Harry　would　not　have　had　the　lightning　scar　on　his　forehead。　If　it　hadn't　been　for　Voldemort；　Harry　would　still　have　had　parents。。。
　　　Harry　had　been　a　year　old　the　night　that　Voldemort…the　most　powerful　Dark　wizard　for　a　century；　a　wizard　who　had　been　gaining　power　steadily　for　eleven　years…arrived　at　his　house　and　killed　his　father　and　mother。　Voldemort　had　then　turned　his　wand　on　Harry；　he　had　performed　the　curse　that　had　disposed　of　many　full…grown　witches　and　wizards　in　his　steady　rise　to　power…and；　incredibly；　it　had　not　worked。　Instead　of　killing　the　small　boy；　the　curse　had　rebounded　upon　Voldemort。　Harry　had　survived　with　nothing　but　a　lightning…shaped　cut　on　his　forehead；　and　Voldemort　had　been　reduced　to　something　barely　alive。　His　powers　gone；　his　life　almost　extinguished；　Voldemort　had　fled；　the　terror　in　which　the　secret　munity　of　witches　and　wizards　had　lived　for　so　long　had　lifted；　Voldemort's　followers　had　disbanded；　and　Harry　Potter　had　bee　famous。
　　　It　had　been　enough　of　a　shock　for　Harry　to　discover；　on　his　eleventh　birthday；　that　he　was　a　wizard；　it　had　been　even　more　disconcerting　to　find　out　that　everyone　in　the　hidden　wizarding　world　knew　his　name。　Harry　had　arrived　at　Hogwarts　to　find　that　heads　turned　and　whispers　followed　him　wherever　he　went。　But　he　was　used　to　it　now：　At　the　end　of　this　summer；　he　would　be　starting　his　fourth　year　at　Hogwarts；　and　Harry　was　already　counting　the　days　until　he　would　be　back　at　the　castle　again。
　　　But　there　was　still　a　fortnight　to　go　before　he　went　back　to　school。　He　looked　hopelessly　around　his　room　again；　and　his　eye　paused　on　the　birthday　cards　his　two　best　friends　had　sent　him　at　the　end　of　July。　What　would　they　say　if　Harry　wrote　to　them　and　told　them　about　his　scar　hurting？
　　　At　once；　Hermione　Granger's　voice　seemed　to　fill　his　head；　shrill　and　panicky。
　　　〃Your　scar　hurt？　Harry；　that's　really　serious。。。　Write　to　Professor　Dumbledore！　And　I'll　go　and　check　mon　Magical　Ailments　and　Afflictions。。。　Maybe　there's　something　in　there　about　curse　scars。。。〃
　　　Yes；　that　would　be　Hermione's　advice：　Go　straight　to　the　headmaster　of　Hogwarts；　and　in　the　meantime；　consult　a　book。　Harry　stared　out　of　the　window　at　the　inky　blue…black　sky。　He　doubted　very　much　whether　a　book　could　help　him　now。　As　far　as　he　knew；　he　was　the　only　living　person　to　have　survived　a　curse　like　Voldemort's；　it　was　highly　unlikely；　therefore；　that　he　would　find　his　symptoms　listed　in　mon　Magical　Ailments　and　Afflictions。　As　for　informing　the　headmaster；　Harry　had　no　idea　where　Dumbledore　went　during　the　summer　holidays。　He　amused　himself　for　a　moment；　picturing　Dumbledore；　with　his　long　silver　beard；　full　length　wizard's　robes；　and　pointed　hat；　stretched　out　on　a　beach　somewhere；　rubbing　suntan　lotion　onto　his　long　crooked　nose。　Wherever　Dumbledore　was；　though；　Harry　was　sure　that　Hedwig　would　be　able　to　find　him；　Harry's　owl　had　never　yet　failed　to　deliver　a　letter　to　anyone；　even　without　an　address。　But　what　would　he　write？
　　　Dear　Professor　Dumbledore；　Sorry　to　bother　you；　but　my　scar　hurt　this　morning。　Yours　sincerely；　Harry　Potter。
　　　Even　inside　his　head　the　words　sounded　stupid。
　　　And　so　he　tried　to　imagine　his　other　best　friend；　Ron　Weasley's；　reaction；　and　in　a　moment；　Ron's　red　hair　and　long…nosed；　freckled　face　seemed　to　swim　before　Harry；　wearing　a　bemused　expression。
　　　〃Your　scar　hurt？　But　。。。but　You…Know…Who　can't　be　near　you　now；　can　he？　I　mean　。。。you'd　know；　wouldn't　you？　He'd　be　trying　to　do　you　in　again；　wouldn't　be？　I　dunno；　Harry；　maybe　curse　scars　always　twinge　a　bit。。。　I'll　ask　Dad。。。〃
　　　Mr。　Weasley　was　a　fully　qualified　wizard　who　worked　in　the　Misuse　of　Muggle　Artifacts　Office　at　the　Ministry　of　Magic；　but　he　didn't　have　any　particular　expertise　in　the　matter　of　curses；　as　far　as　Harry　knew。　In　any　case；　Harry　didn't　like　the　idea　of　the　whole　Weasley　family　knowing　that　he；　Harry；　was　getting　jumpy　about　a　few　moments'　pain。　Mrs。　Weasley　would　fuss　worse　than　Hermione；　and　Fred　and　George；　Ron's　sixteenyear…old　twin　brothers；　might　think　Harry　was　losing　his　nerve。　The　Weasleys　were　Harry's　favorite　family　in　the　world；　he　was　hoping　that　they　might　invite　him　to　stay　any　time　now　（Ron　had　mentioned　something　about　the　Quidditch　World　Cup）；　and　he　somehow　didn't　want　his　visit　punctuated　with　anxious　inquiries　about　his　scar。
　　　Harry　kneaded　his　forehead　with　his　knuckles。　What　he　really　wanted　（and　it　felt　almost　shameful　to　admit　it　to　himself）　was　someone　like…someone　like　a　parent：　an　adult　wizard　whose　advice　he　could　ask　without　feeling　stupid；　someone　who　cared　about　him；　who　had　had　experience　with　Dark　Magic。。。
　　　And　then　the　solution　came　to　him。　It　was　so　simple；　and　so　obvious；　that　he　couldn't　believe　it　had　taken　so　long…Sirius。
　　　Harry　leapt　up　from　the　bed；　hurried　across　the　room；　and　sat　down　at　his　desk；　he　pulled　a　piece　of　parchment　toward　him；　loaded　his　eagle…feather　quill　with　ink；　wrote　Dear　Sirius；　then　paused；　wondering　how　best　to　phrase　his　problem；　still　marveling　at　the　fact　that　he　hadn't　thought　of　Sirius　straight　away。　But　then；　perhaps　it　wasn't　so　surprising…after　all；　he　had　only　found　out　that　Sirius　was　his　godfather　two　months　ago。
　　　There　was　a　simple　reason　for　Sirius's　plete　absence　from　Harry's　life　until　then…Sirius　had　been　in　Azkaban；　the　terrifying　wizard　jail　guarded　by　creatures　called　dementors；　sightless；　soul…sucking　fiends　who　had　e　to　search　for　Sirius　at　Hogwarts　when　he　had　escaped。　Yet　Sirius　had　been　innocent…the　murders　for　which　he　had　been　convicted　had　been　mitted　by　Wormtail；　Voldemort's　supporter；　whom　nearly　everybody　now　believed　dead。　Harry；　Ron；　and　Hermione　knew　otherwise；　however；　they　had　e　face…to…face　with　Wormtail　only　the　previous　year；　though　only　Professor　Dumbledore　had　believed　their　story。
　　　For　one　glorious　hour；　Harry　had　believed　that　he　was　leaving　the　Dursleys　at　last；　because　Sirius　had　offered　him　a　home　once　his　name　had　been　cleared。　But　the　chance　had　been　snatched　away　from　him…Wormtail　had　escaped　before　they　could　take　him　to　the　Ministry　of　Magic；　and　Sirius　had　had　to　flee　for　his　life。　Harry　had　helped　him　escape　on　the　back　of　a　hippogriff　called　Buckbeak；　and　since　then；　Sirius　had　been　on　the　run。　The　home　Harry　might　have　had　if　Wormtail　had　not　escaped　had　been　haunting　him　all　summer。　It　had　been　doubly　hard　to　return　to　the　Dursleys　knowing　that　he　had　so　nearly　escaped　them　forever。
　　　Nevertheless；　Sirius　had　been　of　some　help　to　Harry；　even　if　he　couldn't　be　with　him。　It　was　due　to　Sirius　that　Harry　now　had　all　his　school　things　in　his　bedroom　with　him。　The　Dursleys　had　never　allowed　this　before；　their　general　wish　of　keeping　Harry　as　miserable　as　possible；　coupled　with　their　fear　of　his　powers；　had　led　them　to　lock　his　school　trunk　in　the　cupboard　under　the　stairs　every　summer　prior　to　this。　But　their　attitude　had　changed　since　they　had　found　out　that　Harry　had　a　dangerous　murderer　for　a　godfather…for　Harry　had　conveniently　forgotten　to　tell　them　that　Sirius　was　innocent。
　　　Harry　had　received　two　letters　from　Sirius　since　he　had　been　back　at　Privet　Drive。　Both　had　been　delivered；　not　by　owls　（as　was　usual　with　wizards）；　but　by　large；　brightly　colored　tropical　birds。　Hed