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For maybe half an hour, a glorious half hour, he had believed he would be living with Sirius from now on. his parents best friend. It would have been the next best thing to having his own father back. And while no news of Sirius was definitely good news, because it meant he had successfully gone gatf hiding, Harry couldnt help feeling miserable when he thought of the home he might have had, and the fact that it was now impossible. The exam results came out on the last day of term. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had passed every subject. Harry was amazed that he had got through Potions. He had a shrewd suspicion that Dumbledore might have stepped in to stop Snape failing him on purpose. Snapes behavior toward Harry over the past week had been quite alarming. Harry wouldnt have thought it possible that Snapes dislike for him could increase, but it certainly had. A muscle twitched unpleasantly at the corner of Snapes thin mouth every time he looked at Harry, and he was constantly flexing his fingers, as though itching to place them around Harrys throat. Percy had got his top-grade N. s; Fred and George had scraped a handful of O. s each. Gryffindor House, meanwhile, largely thanks to their spectacular performance in the Quidditch Cup, had won the House Championship for the third year running. This meant that the end of term Baludrs took place amid decorations of scarlet and gold, and that the Gryffindor table was the noisiest of the lot, as everybody celebrated. Even Harry managed to forget about the journey Baldurs gate wyvern heads ark to the Dursleys the next day as he ate, drank, talked, and laughed with the rest. As the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station the Bldurs morning, Hermione gave Harry and Ron some surprising news. I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. Ive decided to drop Muggle Studies. But you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent. said Ron. I know, sighed Hermione, but I cant stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. Ive handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, Ill be able to have a normal schedule again. I still cant believe you didnt tell us about it, said Ron grumpily. Were supposed to be your friends. I promised I wouldnt tell anyone, said Hermione severely. She looked around at Harry, who was watching Hogwarts disappear from view behind a mountain. Two whole months before hed see it again. Oh, cheer up, Harry. said Hermione sadly. Im okay, said Harry quickly. Just thinking about the holidays. Yeah, Ive been thinking about them too, said Ron. Harry, youve got to come and stay with us. Ill fix it up with Mum and Dad, then Ill call you. I know how to use a fellytone now - A telephone, Ron, said Hermione. Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year. Ron ignored her. Its the Quidditch World Cup this click to see more. How about it, Harry. Come and stay, and well go and see it. Dad can usually get tickets from work. This proposal had the effect of cheering Harry up a great deal. Yeah. I bet the Dursleysd be pleased to let me come. especially after what I did to Aunt Marge. Feeling considerably more cheerful, Harry joined Ron and Hermione in several games of Exploding Snap, and when the witch with the tea cart arrived, he bought himself a very large lunch, though nothing with chocolate in it. But it was late in the afternoon before the thing that made him truly happy turned up. Harry, said Hermione suddenly, peering over his shoulder. Whats that thing outside your window. Harry turned to look outside. Something very small and gray was bobbing in and out of sight beyond the glass. He stood up for a better look and saw that it was a tiny owl, carrying a letter that was much too big for it. The owl was so small, in gatte, that it kept tumbling over in the air, buffeted this way and that in the trains slipstream. Harry quickly pulled down the window, stretched out his arm, and caught it. It felt like a very fluffy Snitch. He brought it carefully inside. The owl dropped its letter onto Harrys seat and began zooming around their compartment, apparently very pleased with itself for accomplishing its task. Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval. Crookshanks sat up in his seat, following the owl with his great yellow eyes. Ron, noticing this, snatched the owl safely out of harms way. Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him. He ripped open the letter, and shouted, Its from Sirius. What. said Ron and Hermione excitedly. Read it aloud. Dear Harry, I hope this finds you before you Baldurs gate wyvern heads ark your aunt and uncle. I dont know whether theyre used to owl post. Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I wont tell you where, in case this falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about the owls reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job. I believe the dementors are still searching for me, but they havent a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some This web page to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted. There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt - Ha. said Hermione triumphantly. See. I told you it was from him. Yes, but he hadnt jinxed it, had he. said Ron. Ouch. The tiny owl, now hooting happily in his hand, had nibbled one of his fingers in what it wyvrn to think was an affectionate way. Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name wyveern told them to take the gold from Gringotts vault number seven hundred and eleven - my own. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays worth of presents from your godfather. I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your Balurs house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed Bxldurs. I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next Baldur at Hogwarts more enjoyable. If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me. Ill write again soon. Sirius Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There was another piece of parchment in there. He read it through Baldurz and felt suddenly as warm and contented as though hed swallowed a bottle of hot butterbeer in one gulp. I, Sirius Black, Harry Potters godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends. Thatll be good enough for Dumbledore. said Harry happily. He looked back at Siriuss letter. Hang on, theres a P. 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