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"Of course," said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face. He, too, began rolling up his sleeves. "Shall we kill him together?"
"All right, Harry?" asked George.
At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Harry's parents had died in Voldemort's attack, but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow - nobody understood why Voldemort's powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to kill Harry.
It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harry's very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys' doorstep eleven years before.
Footsteps echoed from within the cabin.
"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.
"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" said Hermione sadly.
"No!" said Hermione. "If we steal him now, those Committee people will think Hagrid set him free! We've got to wait until they've seen he's tied outside!"
They ran as fast as they could, Buckbeak cantering along behind them. They could hear the werewolf howling behind them....
Harry didn't understand. He couldn't think anymore. He felt the last of his strength leave him, and his head hit the ground as he fainted.
"We've gone back in time," Hermione whispered, lifting the chain off Harry's neck in the darkness. "Three hours back..."
"O' -- o' course, Professor," said Hagrid, who sounded weak with happiness. "Come in, come in...."
"He works in the most boring department," said Ron. "The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."
Harry wasn't listening. He made a grab for the letters, but Dobby jumped out of reach.
Some sort of explosion took place in the pit of Harry's stomach.