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See you soon-Ron

"Calm down!" Harry said as the small owl flew low over his head, twittering madly with what Harry could only assume was pride at having delivered the letter to the right person. "Come here, I need you to take my answer back!"

The owl fluttered down on top of Hedwig's cage. Hedwig looked coldly up at it, as though daring it to try and come any closer.

Harry seized his eagle feather quill once more, grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, and wrote:

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Ron, it's all okay, the Muggles say I can come. See you five o'clock tomorrow. Can't wait.

Harry

He folded this note up very small, and with immense difficulty, tied it to the tiny owl's leg as it hopped on the spot with excitement. The moment the note was secure, the owl was off again; it zoomed out of the window and out of sight.

Harry turned to Hedwig.

"Feeling up to a long journey?" he asked her.

Hedwig hooted in a dignified sort of a way.

"Can you take this to Sirius for me?" he said, picking up his letter. "Hang on... I just want to finish it."

He unfolded the parchment and hastily added a postscript.

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If you want to contact me, I'll be at my friend Ron Weasley's for the rest of the summer. His dad's got us tickets for the Quidditch World Cup!

The letter finished, he tied it to Hedwig's leg; she kept unusually still, as though determined to show him how a real post owl should behave.

"I'll be at Ron's when you get back, all right?" Harry told her.



Uncle Vernon screwed up his enormous face as though trying to remember something very unpleasant. | BACK TO THE BURROW

Brow furrowed, Frank inclined his good ear still closer to the door, listening very hard. There was a pause, and then the man called Wormtail spoke again. | Another pause, more protracted, and then- | And then Frank heard movement behind him in the dark passageway. He turned to look, and found himself paralyzed with fright. | Wormtail beckoned Frank into the room. Though still deeply shaken, Frank took a firmer grip on his walking stick and limped over the threshold. | The servant gave a whimper. | Even inside his head the words sounded stupid. | Dear Sirius, | THE INVITATION | Uncle Vernon laid aside his paper with a deep sniff of disapproval and looked down at his own grapefruit quarter. | Uncle Vernon finished reading, put his hand back into his breast pocket, and drew out something else. |

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