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CHAPTER ONE
and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was
a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked
Harry’s owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying
messages to anyone in the wizarding world.
Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family. Uncle Vernon
was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt
Petunia was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and
porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with bril-
liant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore
round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped
scar.
It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for
a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harry’s very mysterious
past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys’ doorstep
eleven years before.
At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse
from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose
name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Harry’s par-
ents had died in Voldemort’s attack, but Harry had escaped with
his lightning scar, and somehow — nobody understood why —
Voldemort’s powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to
kill Harry.
So Harry had been brought up by his dead mother’s sister and her
husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never un-
derstanding why he kept making odd things happen without
meaning to, believing the Dursleys’ story that he had got his scar in
the car crash that had killed his parents.
And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry,
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