None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
“Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf,” said the creature.
He had never received a birthday card in his life.
Two hundred miles away, the boy called Harry Potter woke with a start.
Hagrid raised his bushy eyebrows at the disbelieving expressions on their faces.
'Well, well, well . . . Patronus Potter,' said Lucius Malfoy coolly.
Harry turned towards the plain black door. After months and months of dreaming about it, he was here at last.
Harry looked at his watch and hurriedly put the old copy of Advanced Potion-Making back into his bag.
The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.
The Death Eaters had been huddled around Voldemort, who seemed to have fallen to the ground.