Harry Potter slowly switched on a torch, flinching at the small 'click'. Inching his hand slowly to the right, he meticulously peeled a page of a book to the left, and gave a start at the small sound it made. Feeling nervous, he held his doona above his head with a hand and, sitting stock still upon the bed, began to read about the goblin government during the 14th century. This was the best part of his day.

Harry shook his head. "Man, I'm such a nerd."

Social status aside, it gave him a small thrill to know that there was a magical world out there...a magical world which he could study only in the dead of the night. It certainly didn't help that the Dursleys, following the events of the previous summer, installed several thousand highly sensitive motion sensors in his room, which were constantly activated at night-time between the hours of nine and six.

He glared at these and cringed when he re-re-re-remembered the disastrous phone incident which had occurred several days ago.

*screen turns fuzzy while xylophone notes play in the background*

"Hello, Vernon speaking. If you're from the Awesome High-Class Lawn Club, thankyou dearly for the lovely sample of fertilizer. If you're selling a washing machine, you can go throw it into a hole."

"DAD, IT'S A MUGGLE! WHAT DO I DO?"
"What the - who is this?"
"ERM - HARRY'S FRIEND, FROM HOGWIMPS! RHON, THE REDHEAD!"

Uncle Vernon had slammed down the phone and turned to Harry, who was innocently eating cornflakes.
"Rhon? I don't know a Rhon," he said.
"You're grounded for the next fifteen years."
"But I already am."

"For the next fifteen years after that, then. Have you been giving my phone number to strange people? How many times have I discussed that with you? If you want to talk with your creepy friends, use your mobile phone, boy!"
"I don't have one. I use a hippoflufflyduck."
"What? Is that a new type of iPod?"

*screen shimmers mysteriously*

Harry shook his head at the memory, and turned back to his assignment. That was when he first noticed a button on his wall labelled, "Sensor Control On/Off.

"Hey, that's handy!" he said merrily, turning the switch off.

There was suddenly a loud tapping noise outside his wall. He got out of bed and stared. Three hippoflufflyducks were trying their hardest to either 1) enter the room or 2) eat the window.

Harry quickly crabwalked over and opened the window. The three, very important looking hippofluffyducks swooped in, flew once round his room, dropped a small envelope on his bed, and then swooped off through the window again.

"Wow....swoopy," said Harry, opening the envelope.
It was a letter. Obviously. And a newspaper clipping with a photo. Harry looked at the clipping.

It was something about the Weasley family winning a competition and going to Egypt. Harry grinned and looked at the photo. It was his friend Rhon and his family grinning and waving wildly. Almost too wildly. The small rat on Rhon's shoulder which hasn't been mentioned since the first book but now becomes somewhat important was looking rather uncomfortable. Harry briefly wondered why the rat wasn't dead from the heat or old age.

He will promptly forget this point, but you, reader, will not.

Because it's kind of important.