Julie: It was summer and Harry sat in his room in number 4 Privet Drive. He was playing with his wand. Not magic, no, he didn't want to get expelled again. He was just twindeling it between his fingers, deep in thougth. Dudley had gone out with his gang again, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were in the kitchen drinking their afternoon tea. Harry was thinking about Voldemort, for his scar had woke him up again this morning. He was trying to remember what he had dreamed, it had been so terrible!