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He turned a corner into Magnolia Crescent； halfway along he passed the narrow alleyway down the side of a garage where he had first clapped eyes on his godfather。 Sirius； at least； seemed to understand how Harry was feeling。 Admittedly； his letters were just as empty of proper news as Ron and Hermione's； but at least they contained words of caution and consolation instead of tantalising hints：
I know this must be frustrating for you： Keep your nose clean and everything will be OK： Be careful and don't do anything rash：
Well； thought Harry； as he crossed Magnolia Crescent； turned into Magnolia Road and headed towards the darkening play park； he had （by and large） done as Sirius advised。 He had at least resisted the temptation to tie his trunk to his broomstick and set off for The Burrow by himself。 In fact； Harry thought his behaviour had been very good considering how frustrated and angry he felt at being stuck in Privet Drive so long； reduced to hiding in flowerbeds in the hope of hearing something that might point to what Lord Voldemort was doing。 Nevertheless； it was quite galling to be told not to be rash by a man who had served twelve years in the wizard prison； Azkaban； escaped； attempted to mit the murder he had been convicted for in the first place； then gone on the run with a stolen Hippogriff。
Harry vaulted over the locked park gate and set off across the parched grass。 The park was as empty as the surrounding streets。 When he reached the swings he sank on to the only one that Dudley and his friends had not yet managed to break； coiled one arm around the chain and stared moodily at the ground。 He would not be able to hide in the Dursleys' flowerbed again。 Tomorrow； he would have to think of some fresh way of listening to the news。 In the meantime； he had nothing to look forward to but another restless； disturbed night； because even when he escaped the nightmares about Cedric he had unsettling dreams about long dark corridors； all finishing in dead ends and locked doors； which he supposed had something to do with the trapped feeling he had when he was awake。 Often the old scar on his forehead prickled unfortably； but he did not fool himself that Ron or Hermione or Sirius would find that very interesting any more。 In the past； his scar hurting had warned that Voldemort was getting stronger again； but now that Voldemort was back they would probably remind him that its regular irritation was only to be expected： nothing to worry about： old news：
The injustice of it all welled up inside him so that he wanted to yell with fury。 If it hadn't been for him； nobody would even have known Voldemort was back！ And his reward was to be stuck in Little Whinging for four solid weeks； pletely cut off from the magical world； reduced to squatting among dying begonias so that he could hear about water…skiing budgerigars！ How could Dumbledore have forgotten him so easily？ Why had Ron and Hermione got together without inviting him along； too？ How much longer was he supposed to endure Sirius telling him to sit tight and be a good boy； or resist the temptation to write to the stupid Daily Prophet and point out that Voldemort had returned？ These furious thoughts whirled around in Harry's head； and his insides writhed with anger as a sultry； velvety night fell around him； the air full of the smell of warm； dry grass； and the only sound that of the low grumble of traffic on the road beyond the park railings。
He did not know how long he had sat on the swing before the sound of voices interrupted his musings and he looked up。 The street lamps from the surrounding roads were casting a misty glow strong enough to silhouette a group of people making their way across the park。 One of them was singing a loud； crude song。 The others were laughing。 A soft ticking noise came from several expensive racing bikes that they were wheeling along。
Harry knew who those people were。 The figure in front was unmistakeably his cousin； Dudley Dursley； wending his way home； acpanied by his faithful gang。
Dudley was as vast as ever； but a year's hard dieting and the discovery of a new talent had wrought quite a change in his physique。 As Uncle Vernon delightedly told anyone who would listen； Dudley had recently bee the Junior Heavyweight Inter…School Boxing Champion of the Southeast。 The noble sport'； as Uncle Vernon called it； had made Dudley even more formidable than he had seemed to Harry in their primary school days when he had served as Dudley's first punchball。 Harry was not remotely afraid of his cousin any more but he still didn't think that Dudley learning to punch harder and more accurately was cause for celebration。 Neighbourhood children all around were terrified of him … even more terrified than they were of 'that Potter boy' who； they had been warned； was a hardened hooligan and attended St Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys。
Harry watched the dark figures crossing the grass and wondered who they had been beating up tonight。 Look round； Harry found himself thinking as he watched them。 e on： look round： I'm sitting here all alone： e and have a go：
If Dudley's friends saw him sitting here； they would be sure to make a beeline for him； and what would Dudley do then？ He wouldn't want to lose face in front of the gang； but he'd be terrified of provoking Harry： it would be really fun to watch Dudley's dilemma； to taunt him； watch him； with him powerless to respond： and if any of the others tried hitting Harry； he was ready … he had his wand。 Let them try： he'd love to vent some of his frustration on the boys who had once made his life hell。
But they didn't turn around； they didn't see him； they were almost at the railings。 Harry mastered the impulse to call after them： seeking a fight was not a smart move： he must not use magic： he would be risking expulsion again。
The voices of Dudley's gang died away； they were out of sight； heading along Magnolia Road。
There you go； Sirius； Harry thought dully。 Nothing rash。 Kept my nose clean。 Exactly the opposite of what you'd have done。
He got to his feet and stretched。 Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to feel that whenever Dudley turned up was the right time to be home； and any time after that was much too late。 Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock Harry in the shed if he came home after Dudley ever again； so； stifling a yawn； and still scowling； Harry set off towards the park gate。
Magnolia Road； like Privet Drive； was full of large； square houses with perfectly manicured lawns； all owned by large； square owners who drove very clean cars similar to Uncle Vernon's。 Harry preferred Little Whinging by night； when the curtained windows made patches of jewel…bright colour in the darkness and he ran no danger of hearing disapproving mutters about his 'delinquent' appearance when he passed the householders。 He walked quickly； so that halfway along Magnolia Road Dudley's gang came into view again； they were saying their farewells at the entrance to Magnolia Crescent。 Harry stepped into the shadow of a large lilac tree and waited。
'： squealed like a pig； didn't he？' Malcolm was saying； to guffaws from the others。
'Nice right