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terrifying, still cunning, still determined to regain power. Harry had slipped through Voldemort�s clutches for a second time, but it had been a narrow escape, and even now, weeks later, Harry kept waking in the night, drenched in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid face, his wide, mad eyes �

Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge � and the hedge was staring back. Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.

Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.

�I know what day it is,� sang Dudley, waddling toward him.

The huge eyes blinked and vanished.

�What?� said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.

�I know what day it is,� Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.

�Well done,� said Harry. �So you�ve finally learned the days of the week.�

�Today�s your birthday,� sneered Dudley. �How come you haven�t got any cards? Haven�t you even got friends at that freak place?�

�Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school,� said Harry coolly.

Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom.

�Why�re you staring at the hedge?� he said suspiciously.

�I�m trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire,� said Harry.

Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on his fat face.

�You c-can�t � Dad told you you�re not to do m-magic � he said he�ll chuck you out of the house � and you haven�t got anywhere else to go � you haven�t got any friends to take you ��

�Jiggery pokery!� said Harry in a fierce voice. �Hocus pocus � squiggly wiggly ��

�MUUUUUUM!� howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he dashed back toward the house. �MUUUUM! He�s doing you know what!�

Harry paid dearly for his moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia knew he hadn�t really done magic, but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head with the soapy frying pan. Then she gave him work to do, with the promise he wouldn�t eat again until he�d finished.

While Dudley lolled around watching and eating ice cream, Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowerbeds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench. The sun blazed overhead, burning the back of his neck. Harry knew he shouldn�t have risen to Dudley�s bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harry had been thinking himself� maybe he didn�t have any friends at Hogwarts�

Wish they could see famous Harry Potter now, he thought savagely as he spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face.

It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted, he heard Aunt Petunia calling him.

�Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!�

Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight�s pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.

�Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!� snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress.

Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. �Upstairs! Hurry!�

As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets.