A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and
tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect
astonishing things to happen. Harry and Athena Potter lay inside their blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside
Harry and they slept on, not knowing they was special, not knowing they was
famous, not knowing they would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs.
Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk
bottles, nor that they would spend the next few weeks being prodded and
pinched by their cousin Dudley... They couldn't know that at this very
moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up
their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry and Athena Potter – the children
who lived!
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