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Harry was actually glad Hagrid didn�t get him anything. Usually he would send something he cooked, which usually meant it required a sledgehammer to break apart.
        The last letter was from Hogwarts. It was a list of books he needed for the new school year. He didn�t bother to read them, because, as a birthday favor, she had gone out to buy the books he needed at Diagon Alley.
        After eating some Every Flavor Beans (spitting out several because of the revolting flavor) he went downstairs to see if Mrs. Figg had returned. She hadn�t. Harry wished he had his homework with him.
        Suddenly, he remembered that he had brought the pen Sirius gave him in his suitcase. He ran upstairs quickly to grab it, and decided to go to the Dursley�s house to get his stuff. He snuck outside, unlocked the front door, and crept to the trunk where his things were locked. Without bothering to open the trunk, he struggled to pick the entire crate up and lug it back to Mrs. Figg�s house.
        After working on it straight for two hours, Harry finally finished the star chart Professor Trewlaney assigned him. Hand aching from writing, Harry fell onto his bed, unable to stay awake.
        Suddenly, he felt himself being grabbed around the middle. He looked down to see what was gripping him, and saw a huge, scaly tail wrapping around him. He saw that it was a giant snake, with piercing red eyes. Harry�s scar began to burn painfully as he looked into the snake�s eyes. He heard laughing around him. The laughs were cold, and they made the pain in his forehead even more excruciating. Harry struggled to get loose, but he couldn�t budge. The snake was suffocating him. He then heard Mrs. Figg�s voice. �Harry, I�m sorry but it�s for the best,� she said.
        �NO!� yelled Harry, �It�s NOT for the best!� he rolled over and hit the floor. His chin had hit the floor hard, and had a bit of blood on it. His forehead was aching and he opened his eyes. He was in his bedroom, but he had fallen off the bed and he was now face down on the dusty floorboards. He rolled over and sat up. He rubbed his forehead. It didn�t hurt as much now, but it was still throbbing. He stood up and climbed back into his bed. But he could hardly sleep now; his forehead and chin were very painful. He wiped the blood off of his chin with the back of his hand, and shut his eyes tightly, hoping for sleep to come.