'Wake up' she said Loudly,pulling back the curtains at the window. 'Hermione--you are not surpose to be in here--' said Ron, shielding his eyes against the light.
'Merry christmas to you, too.' said Hermione, throwing him his present. 'I've been up to for nearly an hour, adding more lace wings to the potion. it's ready.'
Harry sat up, suddenly wide awake.
'Are you sure?'
'Positive,' said Hermione, shifting scabbers the rat so that she could sit down on end of Ron's four-poster. 'If we're going to do it, I say it sould be tonight.'
at that moment, Hedwing swooped into the room, varring a very small package in her beak.
'Hello,' said Harry happily as she landed on his bed. 'Are you speaking me again?'
--- p.208
Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Priver Driver. Mr Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry's room.
'Third time this week!' he roared across the table. 'If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go! '
Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
'She's bored,' he said. 'She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night...'
'Do I look stupid?' snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy moustache. 'I know what'll happen if that owl's let out.'
He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia.
Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleys' son, Dudley.
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'It's a bit small,' said Ro quickly. 'Not like that room you had with the Muggles. And I'm right underneath the ghoul in the attic; he's always banging on the pipes and groaning...'
But Harry, grinning widely, said, 'This is the best house I've ever been in.' Ron's ears went pink
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Harry lay awake for hours that night. Through a gap in the hangings round his four-poster he watched snow starting to drift past th tower window, and wondered.
Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin? He didn't know anything about his father's faminly, after all. The Dursleys had always forbidden questions about his wizarding elatives.
Quietly, Harry tried to say sonething in Parseltongue. The words wouldn't come. It seemed he had to be face to face with a snake to do it. 'But I'm in Gryffindor,' Harry Thought. 'The Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me in here if I had Slytherin blood...'
'Ah,' said a nasty little voice in his brain, 'But the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin, don't you remember?' ...............
--- p.147