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Meanwhile another teenage boy was lying on the grass staring at the clouds. He was taking a quick break from the monotonous task of weeding the garden. This boy in fact was The Harry Potter.

I wish they could see the famous Harry Potter now! Harry thought bitterly as his Aunt Petunia hollered for him to resume his yard work. As he did he wondered at random. What if their was a real reason Voldromort was after him?

Even though he had completed six full years at Hogwarts Professor Dumbledore (Now deceased) hadn't ever quite explained anything directly until he (Harry) had figured it out for himself. Dumbledore was a funny man, wise beyond Harry's wildest dreams but still a funny man. Now he was dead.

Just then Harry was sure he had seen a large feline creature walk just beyond the trees. No, it was a lynx. There were no lynx in Surrey! Harry immediately shook off the idea. And he was sure there was a glint of light that bounced off the animal's nose as if there was a piece of metal or something. This wasn't the first time Harry "saw" it. Quit being stupid! He thought furiously to himself. Then he resumed weeding the garden.

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