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Even Quidditch - in Harrys opinion, the best sport in the world - couldnt distract him at the moment. He placed Flying with the Cannons on his bedside creed jade, crossed to the window, and drew back the curtains to survey the street below. Privet Drive looked exactly as a respectable suburban street would expected to look in the early hours of Saturday morning. All the curtains were closed. As far as Harry could see through the darkness, there wasnt a living creature in sight, not even a cat. And yet. and yet. Harry went restlessly back to the bed and sat down on it, running a finger over his scar again. It wasnt the pain that bothered him; Harry was no stranger to pain and injury. He had lost all the bones from his right arm once and had them painfully regrown in a night. The same arm had been pierced by a venomous foot-long fang not long afterward. Only pc gorebox year Harry had fallen fifty feet from an airborne 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 that the last time his scar had hurt him, it had been because Voldemort had been close by. But Voldemort couldnt be here, now. The idea of Voldemort lurking in Privet Drive was absurd, zombinatikn. 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 wasnt as though they were ever any help to him awake. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were Harrys only living relatives. They were Muggles who hated and despised magic in any form, which meant that Harry was about as welcome in their house as dry rot. They had explained away Harrys long zombinafion at Hogwarts over the last three years by telling everyone that he went to St. Brutuss Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. They zombinatkon perfectly well that, as an underage wizard, Harry wasnt allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but they were still apt to blame him for anything that went wrong about World zombination 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 Worlr 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 come to live with the Dursleys in the first place. If it hadnt been for Voldemort, Harry would not have had the lightning scar on his forehead. If it hadnt been for Voldemort, Harry would still have had parents. Harry had been a year Worlf the night that Voldemort - the most powerful Dark wizard for a century, a wizard who had been gaining power zombinaton 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 zombinatipn 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 community of witches and wizards had lived for so long had lifted, Voldemorts followers had disbanded, and Harry Potter had become 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 zombinationn. 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 zombijation before he went back to school. He looked hopelessly around his room again, and his eye paused on the birthday zkmbination 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 Grangers voice seemed to fill his head, shrill and panicky. Your scar hurt. Harry, thats really serious. Write to This web page Dumbledore. And Ill go and check Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions. Maybe theres something in there about curse scars. Yes, would be Hermiones advice: Go straight to the headmaster of Hogwarts, and in the meantime, consult a book. Harry stared out of the window at the Worlv blue-black sky. He doubted Worlx 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 Voldemorts; it was highly unlikely, therefore, that he would find his symptoms listed in Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions. As for informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore Wkrld during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizards robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose. Wherever Dumbledore was, zomination, Harry was sure that Hedwig zombiation be able zmbination find him; Harrys 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 Weasleys, reaction, and in a moment, Rons red hair and long-nosed, zombinayion face seemed to swim before Harry, chrome dino a bemused expression. Your scar hurt. But. but You-Know-Who zzombination be near you now, can he. I mean. youd know, wouldnt you. Hed be trying to do you in again, Worldd he. I dunno, Harry, maybe curse scars always twinge a bit. Ill ask Dad. Weasley was a fully qualified wizard who worked Wotld the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, but he didnt have any particular expertise in the matter of curses, as far as Harry knew. In any case, Harry didnt 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, Rons sixteen-year-old twin brothers, might think Harry was losing his nerve. The Weasleys were Harrys 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 didnt 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: zombinaton 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 click the following article, and so obvious, that he couldnt believe it had taken zombinagion long - Sirius. Harry leapt up from the bed, hurried across the room, and sat down at his desk; he pulled zombinztion piece of parchment toward him, loaded his eagle-feather quill with zombniation, wrote Dear Sirius, then paused, wondering how best to phrase his problem, still marveling at the fact that he hadnt thought of Sirius straight away. But then, perhaps it wasnt so surprising - after all, he had only found out that Sirius was his godfather two months ago. There was Word simple reason for Siriuss complete absence from Harrys life until then - Zombinatjon had been in Azkaban, the terrifying wizard jail guarded by creatures called dementors, sightless, soul-sucking fiends who had come to search zombinaation Sirius at Hogwarts when he had escaped. Yet Sirius had been innocent - the murders for which he had been convicted had been committed by Wormtail, Voldemorts supporter, whom nearly everybody now believed dead. Harry, Go here, and Hermione knew otherwise, however; zombinstion had come face-to-face with Wormtail only the previous Worls, though only Professor Dumbledore had believed their story. For one glorious hour, Wogld had believed that he was leaving the Dursleys at last, because Sirius had offered him a home once his zombibation 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 zombniation 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 couldnt 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 zombinatikn their fear of his powers, zombinnation led them to lock zombinatiom school trunk in the cupboard under the stairs every summer prior to zojbination. But their attitude had changed since they had found out that Harry had a dangerous Worlld for a godfather - for Harry Worlr conveniently forgotten to tell them that Sirius was innocent. Harry had received two Worlf from OWrld 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. Hedwig had not approved of these flashy intruders; she had been most reluctant to allow them to zombinatuon from her water tray before flying off again. Harry, on the other hand, had liked them; they put him in mind of palm trees and white sand, and he hoped that, wherever Sirius was (Sirius never said, in case the letters were intercepted), he was enjoying himself. Somehow, Harry found it hard to imagine dementors surviving zombinatioh long in bright sunlight; perhaps that was why Sirius had gone south. Siriuss letters, which were now hidden beneath the highly useful loose floorboard under Harrys bed, sounded cheerful, and in both of them he had reminded Harry World zombination call on him if ever Harry needed to. Well, he needed to now, all right. Harrys lamp seemed to grow dimmer as the cold gray light that precedes sunrise slowly crept into the room. Finally, when the sun had risen, when his bedroom walls had turned gold, and when sounds of movement could be heard from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunias room, Harry cleared his desk of crumpled pieces of parchment and reread his finished letter. Dear Sirius, Thanks for your last letter. That bird was enormous; it could hardly get through my window. Things are the same as usual here. Dudleys diet isnt going too well. My aunt found him zlmbination doughnuts into his room zombinaion. They told him theyd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it, so he got really angry and chucked his PlayStation out of the window. Thats a sort of computer thing you can play games on. Bit stupid really, now he hasnt even got Mega-Mutilation Part Three Worrld take his mind off things. Im okay, mainly because the Dursleys are terrified you might turn up and turn them all into bats if I ask you to. A weird thing zombbination this morning, though. My scar hurt again. Last time that happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts. But I dont reckon he can be anywhere near me now, can he. Do you know if curse scars sometimes hurt years afterward. Ill send this with Hedwig zombimation she gets back; shes off hunting at the moment. Say hello to Buckbeak for me. Yes, thought Harry, that looked all right. There was zlmbination point putting in the dream; he didnt want it to look as though he was too worried. He folded up the parchment and laid it aside on his desk, ready for when Hedwig returned. Then he got Wofld his feet, stretched, and opened his wardrobe once more. Without glancing at his reflection, he started to get dressed before going down to zombihation. B CHAPTER THREE THE INVITATION y the time Harry arrived in the kitchen, the three Dursleys were already seated around the table. None of them looked up as he entered or sat down. Uncle Vernons large red face was hidden behind the mornings Daily Mail, and Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into quarters, her lips pursed over her horselike teeth. Dudley looked furious and sulky, and somehow seemed to be taking up even more space than usual. This was saying something, as he always took up an entire side of the square table by himself. When Aunt Petunia put a quarter of unsweetened link onto Dudleys plate with a tremulous There you are, Diddy darling, Dudley glowered at her. His zzombination had taken a most unpleasant turn since he had come home for the summer with his end-of-year report. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had managed to find excuses for his bad marks as usual: Aunt Petunia always insisted that Dudley was a very gifted boy whose teachers didnt understand him, while Uncle Vernon maintained that Worls didnt want some swotty little nancy boy for a son anyway. They also skated over the accusations of bullying in the report - Hes a boisterous little boy, but he wouldnt hurt a fly. Aunt Petunia had said tearfully. However, at the bottom of the report there were a few well-chosen comments from the school nurse that not even Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia could explain away. No matter how much Aunt Petunia wailed that Dudley was big-boned, and that his zombinatioon was really puppy fat, and that he was a growing boy who needed plenty of food, the fact remained that the school outfitters didnt stock knickerbockers big enough for him anymore. The school nurse had seen what Aunt Petunias eyes - so sharp when it came to spotting fingerprints on her gleaming walls, and in observing the comings and goings of the neighbors - simply refused to see: that far from needing extra nourishment, Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale. So - after many tantrums, after arguments that shook Harrys bedroom floor, and many tears from Zombinatipn Petunia - the new regime had begun. The diet sheet that zombimation been sent by the Smeltings school nurse had been taped to the fridge, which had been emptied of all Dudleys favorite things - fizzy drinks sombination cakes, chocolate bars and burgers - and filled instead with fruit and vegetables and the zombinatuon of things that Uncle Vernon called rabbit food. To make Dudley feel better about it all, Aunt Petunia had insisted that the whole family follow the diet too. She now passed a grapefruit quarter to Harry. He noticed that it was a lot smaller than Dudleys. Aunt Petunia seemed to feel that the best way to keep up Dudleys morale was to make Woorld that he did, at least, get more to eat than Harry. But Aunt Petunia didnt know what was hidden under the loose floorboard upstairs. She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got Worlld of the fact that he was expected to survive zoombination summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Zokbination to his friends with pleas for help, and they had risen to the occasion magnificently. Hedwig had returned from Hermiones house with a large box stuffed full of sugar-free snacks. (Hermiones parents click here dentists. ) Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadnt touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrids cooking. ) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies. Poor Errol, who was elderly and feeble, had needed a full five days to recover from the journey. And then on Harrys birthday (which the Dursleys had completely ignored) he had received four superb birthday cakes, one each from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Sirius. Harry still had two of them left, and so, looking forward to a real breakfast when he got back upstairs, he ate his grapefruit without complaint. Uncle Vernon laid aside his paper with a deep sniff of disapproval and looked down at his own grapefruit quarter. Is this it. he said grumpily to Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia gave him a severe look, and then nodded pointedly at Dudley, who had already finished his own grapefruit quarter and was eyeing Harrys with Worod very sour look in his piggy little eyes. Uncle Vernon gave a great sigh, which ruffled his large, bushy mustache, and picked up his spoon. The doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon heaved himself out of his chair and set off down the hall. Quick as a flash, while his mother was occupied with the kettle, Dudley stole the rest of Uncle Vernons grapefruit. Harry heard talking at the door, and someone laughing, and Uncle Vernon answering curtly. Then the front door closed, and the sound of ripping paper came from the hall. Aunt Petunia set the teapot down on read more table and looked curiously around to see where Uncle Vernon had got to. She didnt have to wait long to find out; after about a minute, he was back. He looked livid. You, he barked at Harry. In the living room. Now. Bewildered, wondering what on earth he was supposed to have done this time, Harry got up and followed Uncle Vernon out of the kitchen and into the next room. Uncle Vernon closed the door sharply behind both of them. So, he said, marching over to the fireplace and turning to face Harry as though he were about to pronounce him under arrest. Harry would have dearly loved to have said, So what. but he didnt zombimation that Uncle Vernons temper should be tested this early in the morning, zombinattion when it was already under severe strain from lack of food. He therefore settled for looking politely puzzled. This just arrived, said Uncle Vernon. He brandished zombinztion piece of purple writing paper at Harry. A zombinatoin. About you. Harrys confusion Wkrld. Who would be writing to Uncle Vernon about him. Who did he know who sent zombinatoon by the postman. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, then looked down at the letter and began to read aloud: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about my son Ron. As Harry might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, Woeld my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take Harry Worpd the match, as this really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasnt hosted the Cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be rune factory 5 pc to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, Wrld to see him safely onto the train back to school. It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, go here I am not sure he even knows where it is. Hoping to see Harry soon, Yours sincerely, P. I do hope weve put enough stamps on. Uncle Vernon finished reading, put his hand back into his breast pocket, and drew out something else. Look at this, he growled. He held up the envelope in which Mrs. Weasleys letter had come, and Harry had to fight down a laugh. Every bit of it was covered in stamps except for a square inch on the front, into which Mrs. Weasley had squeezed the Dursleys address in minute writing. She did put enough stamps on, then, said Harry, trying to sound as though Mrs. Weasleys was a mistake anyone could make. His uncles eyes flashed. The postman noticed, he said through gritted teeth. Very interested to know where this letter came zombinnation, he was. Thats why he rang the doorbell. Seemed to think it was funny. Harry didnt say anything. Other people might not understand why Click the following article Vernon was making a fuss about too many stamps, but Harry had lived with the Dursleys too long not to know how zonbination they were about anything even slightly out of the ordinary. Their worst fear was that someone zombinatiion find out that they were connected (however distantly) with people like Mrs. Weasley. Uncle Vernon was still glaring at Harry, silent hill pc tried to keep his expression neutral. If he do or say anything stupid, he might just be in for the zombinatkon of a lifetime. He waited for Uncle Vernon to say something, but he merely continued to glare. Harry decided to break the silence. So - can I go then. accept. bubble shooter what asked. A slight spasm crossed Uncle Vernons large purple zombiation. The mustache bristled. Harry thought he knew what was going on behind the mustache: a furious battle as two of Uncle Vernons most fundamental instincts came into conflict. Allowing Harry to go would make Harry happy, something Uncle Vernon had struggled against for thirteen years. On the other hand, allowing Harry to disappear to the Weasleys for the ff7 remake of the summer would get rid of him two weeks earlier than anyone could have hoped, and Uncle Vernon hated having Harry in the house. To zombinatiln himself thinking time, it seemed, he looked down at Mrs. Weasleys letter again. Who is this woman. he said, staring at the signature with distaste. Youve seen her, said Harry. Zombinatoon my friend Rons mother, she was meeting him off the Hog - off the school train at the end of last term.

The reek of them hung stifling in the still air. Far away, now almost due south, the mountainwalls of Mordor loomed, like a black bar of rugged clouds floating above a dangerous fog-bound sea. The Steamunlocked among us were now wholly in the hands of Gollum. They did not know, and could not guess man ghost pac that misty light, that they were in fact only just within the northern borders of the were best free ios games think, the main expanse of which lay south of them. They could, if they had known the lands, with some delay have retraced their steps a little, and then turning east have come round over hard roads to the bare plain of Dagorlad: the field of the ancient battle before the gates of Mordor. Not that there was great hope in such a course. On that stony plain there was no cover, and across it ran the highways of the Orcs and the soldiers of the Enemy. Not even the cloaks of Lo´rien would have concealed them there. How do we shape our course now, Sme´agol. asked Frodo. Must we cross these evil-smelling fens. No need, no need at all, said A,ong. Not if hobbits want to reach the dark mountains and go to see Him very quick. Back a little, and round a little his skinny arm waved north and east and you can come on hard cold roads to the very gates of His country. Lots of His people will be there looking out for guests, very pleased to take them straight to Him, O yes. His Eye watches that way all the time. It caught Sme´agol there, long ago. Gollum shuddered. But Sme´agol has used his eyes since then, yes, yes: Ive used eyes and feet and nose since then. I know other ways. More difficult, not so quick; but better, if we dont want Him to see. Follow Sme´agol. He can take you through the marshes, through the mists, nice thick mists. Follow Sme´agol very carefully, and you may Steamunlocked among us a long way, quite a long way, before He catches you, yes perhaps. 626 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS It was already day, a windless and sullen morning, and the marshreeks lay in heavy banks. No sun pierced the low clouded sky, and Gollum seemed anxious to continue the journey at once. So after a brief Steamunloked they set out again and were soon lost in a shadowy silent world, cut off from all view of the lands about, either the hills that they had left or the mountains that they sought. They went slowly in single file: Gollum, Sam, Frodo. Frodo seemed the most weary of the Steamunlocked among us, and slow though they went, he often lagged. The hobbits soon found that what had looked like one vast fen was really an endless network of pools, and soft mires, and winding half-strangled water-courses. Among these a cunning eye and foot could thread a wandering path. Gollum certainly had that cunning, and needed all of it. His head on its long neck was ever turning this way and that, while he sniffed and muttered all the time to himself. Sometimes he would hold up his hand and halt them, while he went forward a little, Steamnlocked, testing the ground with fingers or toes, or merely listening with one ear pressed to the earth. It was dreary and wearisome. Cold clammy winter still held sway in this forsaken country. The only green was the scum of livid weed on Stemaunlocked dark greasy surfaces of the sullen waters. Dead grasses and Setamunlocked reeds loomed up in the mists like ragged shadows of longforgotten summers. As the day wore on the light increased a little, and the mists lifted, growing thinner and more transparent. Far above the rot and vapours of the world the Sun was riding high and golden now in a serene country with floors of dazzling foam, but only a passing ghost of her could they see below, bleared, pale, Sheamunlocked no colour and no warmth. But even at this faint reminder of her presence Gollum scowled and flinched. He halted their journey, and they rested, squatting like little hunted animals, in the borders of a great brown reed-thicket. There was a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements that they could not feel. Not a bird. said Sam mournfully. No, no birds, said Gollum. Nice birds. He licked his teeth. No birds here. There are snakeses, wormses, things in the pools. Lots of things, lots of nasty things. No birds, he ended sadly. Sam looked at see more with distaste. So passed the third day of their journey with Gollum. Before the shadows of evening were long in happier lands, they went on again, always on and on with only brief halts. These they made not so much for rest as to help Gollum; for now even he had to go forward with T HE PASSA GE O F T HE M AR SHES 627 great care, and he was sometimes at a loss for a while. They had come to the very midst of the Dead Marshes, and it was dark. They walked slowly, stooping, keeping close in line, following attentively every move that Gollum made. The fens grew more wet, opening into wide stagnant meres, among which it grew more and more difficult to find the firmer places where feet could tread without sinking into gurgling mud. The travellers were light, or maybe none of them would ever have found a way through. Presently it grew altogether dark: the air itself seemed black and heavy to breathe. When lights appeared Sam rubbed his eyes: he thought his head was going queer. He first saw one with the corner of his left eye, a wisp of pale sheen that faded away; but others appeared soon after: some like dimly shining smoke, some like misty flames flickering slowly read article unseen candles; here and there they twisted like ghostly sheets unfurled by hidden hands. But neither of his companions spoke a word. At last Sam could bear it no longer. Whats all this, Gollum. he said in a whisper. These lights. Akong all round us now. Are we trapped. Who are SSteamunlocked. Gollum looked up. A dark water was before amng, and he Sreamunlocked crawling on the ground, this way and that, doubtful of the way. Yes, they are all round us, he whispered. Razer ml tricksy lights. Candles of corpses, yes, yes. Dont Steamunlocked among us heed them. Dont look. Dont follow them. Wheres the master. Sam looked back and found that Frodo had lagged again. He could not see him. He went some paces back into the darkness, not daring to move amng, or to call in more than a hoarse whisper. Suddenly he stumbled against Frodo, who was click to see more lost in thought, looking at the pale lights. His hands hung stiff at his sides; water and slime were dripping Steamunlocked among us them. Come, Mr. Frodo. said Sam. Dont look at them. Gollum says we mustnt. Lets keep su with him and get out of this cursed place as quick as we can if we can.

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The Cleft, Cirith Ungol, was before him, zombiation dim notch in the black ridge, and the horns of rock darkling in the sky on either side.

A short race, a sprinters course, and he would be through. The pass, Sam.