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Your aunt and I have been thinking... you're really getting a bit big for it... we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom.
.
. People
"Why?"
People
People in
said Harry.
in
in cloaks
"Don't ask questions!"
cloaks
cloaks .
snapped his uncle.
.
. Mr.
"Take this stuff upstairs, now."
Mr.
Mr. Dursley
The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom.
Dursley
Dursley could
It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room.
could
could n't
He sat down on the bed and stared around him.
n't
n't bear
Nearly everything in here was broken.
bear
bear people
The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbor's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it.
people
people who
Other shelves were full of books.
who
who dressed
They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched.
dressed
dressed in
From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, I don't want him in there...
in
in funny
I need that room... make him get out...." Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed.
funny
funny clothes
Yesterday he'd have given anything to be up here.
clothes
clothes --
Today he'd rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it.
--
-- the
Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet.
the
the getups
Dudley was in shock.
getups
getups you
He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn't have his room back.
you
you saw
Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing he'd opened the letter in the hall.
saw
saw on
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly.
on
on young
When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it.
young
young people
They heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall.
people
people !
Then he shouted, "There's another one!
!
! He
'Mr.
He
He supposed
H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive --'" With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him.
supposed
supposed this
Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind.
this
this was
After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand.
was
was some
"Go to your cupboard -- I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Harry.
some
some stupid
"Dudley -- go -- just go."
stupid
stupid new
Harry walked round and round his new room.
new
new fashion
Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter.
fashion
fashion .
Surely that meant they'd try again?
.
. He
And this time he'd make sure they didn't fail.
He
He drummed
He had a plan.
drummed
drummed his
The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning.
his
his fingers
Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently.
fingers
fingers on
He mustn't wake the Dursleys.
on
on the
He stole downstairs without turning on any of the lights.
the
the steering
He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first.
steering
steering wheel
His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall toward the front door -- Harry leapt into the air; he'd trodden on something big and squashy on the doormat -- something alive!
wheel
wheel and
Lights clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realized that the big, squashy something had been his uncle's face.
and
and his
Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he'd been trying to do.
his
his eyes
He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then told him to go and make a cup of tea.
eyes
eyes fell
Harry shuffled miserably off into the kitchen and by the time he got back, the mail had arrived, right into Uncle Vernon's lap.
fell
fell on
Harry could see three letters addressed in green ink.
on
on a
I want --" he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before his eyes.
a
a huddle
Uncle Vernon didnt go to work that day.
huddle
huddle of
He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot.
of
of these
"See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver them they'll just give up."
these
these weirdos
"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon."
weirdos
weirdos standing
"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me," said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.
standing
standing quite
On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry.
quite
quite close
As they couldn't go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.
close
close by
Uncle Vernon stayed at home again.
by
by .
After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out.
.
. They
He hummed "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" as he worked, and jumped at small noises.
They
They were
On Saturday, things began to get out of hand.
were
were whispering
Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window.
whispering
whispering excitedly
While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.
excitedly
excitedly together
"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?"
together
together .
Dudley asked Harry in amazement.
.
. Mr.
On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.
Mr.
Mr. Dursley
"No post on Sundays," he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today --" Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head.
Dursley
Dursley was
Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets.
was
was enraged
The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one.
enraged
enraged to
"Out!
to
to see
OUT!"
see
see that
Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall.
that
that a
When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut.
a
a couple
They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.
couple
couple of
"That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his mustache at the same time.
of
of them
I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave.
them
them were
We're going away.
were
were n't
Just pack some clothes.
n't
n't young
No arguments!"
young
young at
He looked so dangerous with half his mustache missing that no one dared argue.
at
at all
Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway.
all
all ;
Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag.
;
; why
They drove.
why
why ,
And they drove.
,
, that
Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going.
that
that man
Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while.
man
man had
"Shake'em off... shake 'em off," he would mutter whenever he did this.
had
had to
They didn't stop to eat or drink all day.
to
to be
By nightfall Dudley was howling.
be
be older
He'd never had such a bad day in his life.
older
older than
He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.
than
than he
Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city.
he
he was
Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets.
was
was ,
Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering....
,
, and
They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day.
and
and wearing
They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.
wearing
wearing an
"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter?
an
an emerald-green
Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk."
emerald-green
emerald-green cloak
She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address: Mr. H. Potter Room 17 Railview Hotel Cokeworth Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way.
cloak
cloak !
The woman stared.
!
! The
"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room.
The
The nerve
Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?"
nerve
nerve of