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ife。 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。 Hedwig had not approved of these flashy intruders； she had been most reluctant to allow them to drink 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 imaging dementors surviving for long in bright sunlight； perhapse that was why Sirius had gone South。 Sirius's letters； which were now hidden beneath the highly useful loose floorboards under Harry's bed； sounded chearful； and in both of them he had reminded Harry to call on him if ever Harry needed to。 Well； he needed to right now； all right。。。
Harry's 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 Petunia's 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。 Dudley's diet isn't going too well。 My aunt found him smuggling doughnuts into his room yesterday。 They told him they'd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it； so he got really angry and chucked his PlayStation out of the window。 That's a sort of puter thing you can play games on。 Bit stupid really； now he hasn't even got Mega…Mutilation Part Three to take his mind off things。
I'm 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 happened this morning； though。 My scar hurt again。 Last time that happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts。 But I don't reckon he can be anywhere near me now； can he？ Do you know if curse scars sometimes hurt years afterward？
I'll send this with Hedwig when she gets back； she's off hunting at the moment。 Say hello to Buckbeak for me。 Harry
Yes； thought Harry； that looked all right。 There was no point putting in the dream； he didn't 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 to his feet； stretched； and opened his wardrobe once more。 Without glancing at his reflection he started to get dressed before going down to breakfast。
CHAPTER THREE
THE INVITATION
By 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 Vernon's large red face was hidden behind the morning's 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 grapefruit onto Dudley's plate with a tremulous 〃There you are； Diddy darling；〃 Dudley glowered at her。 His life had taken a most unpleasant turn since he had e 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 didn't understand him； while Uncle Vernon maintained that 〃he didn't want some swotty little nancy boy for a son anyway。〃 They also skated over the accusations of bullying in the report…〃He's a boisterous little boy； but he wouldn't hurt a fly！〃 Aunt Petunia had said tearfully。
However； at the bottom of the report there were a few well…chosen ments 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 poundage was really puppy fat； and that he was a growing boy who needed plenty of food； the fact remained that the school outfitters didn't stock knickerbockers big enough for him anymore。 The school nurse had seen what Aunt Petunia's eyes…so sharp when it came to spotting fingerprints on her gleaming walls； and in observing the ings 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 Harry's bedroom floor； and many tears from Aunt Petunia…the new regime had begun。 The diet sheet that had been sent by the Smeltings school nurse had been taped to the fridge； which had been emptied of all Dudley's favorite things…fizzy drinks and cakes； chocolate bars and burgers and filled instead with fruit and vegetables and the sorts 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 Dudley's。 Aunt Petunia seemed to feet that the best way to keep up Dudley's morale was to make sure that he did； at least； get more to eat than Harry。
But Aunt Petunia didn't 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 wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks； Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help； and they had risen to the occasion magnificently。 Hedwig had returned from Hermione's house with a large box stuffed full of sugar…free snacks。 （Hermione's parents were dentists。） Hagrid； the Hogwarts gamekeeper； had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes。 （Harry hadn't touched these； he had had too much experience of Hagrid's cooking。） Mrs。 Weasley； however； had sent the family owl； Errol； with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies。 Poor Errol； who was elderl