dementort: A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the ink
dementort:A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you wouldexpect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled overinside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed onthe letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special,not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken ina few hours’ time by Mrs Dursley’s scream as she opened the frontdoor to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the nextfew weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley … Hecouldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secretall over the country were holding up their glasses and saying inhushed voices: ‘To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!’ -- source link