Potter! There Are Hundreds Of

All Those Poor Elves I Haven’t Set Free Yet, Having To Stay Over During Christmas Because There Aren’t Enough Hats!

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.

Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, Of Number Four, Privet Drive, Were Proud To Say That They Were Perfectly Normal, Thank You Very Much. They Were The Last People You'd Expect To Be Involved In Anything Strange Or Mysterious, Because They Just Didn't Hold With Such Nonsense.

They Were The Reason That He Kept Faith With His Stars, That Reinforced Him In His Belief That The Universe Had More In Store For Him Than The Mug's Game Of Working For A Modest Salary Until He Retired Or Died.

Have To? Of Course You Have To! But Only Because Of You, Harry, Won't Rest Until Voldemort Is Finished! Think Now, For Once, If You Have Never Heard Of The Prophecy! What Would You Do?