Yet another unusual thing about Harry was how little he looked forward to his birthdays。 He had never received a birthday card in his life。 The Dursleys had pletely ignored his last two birthdays； and he had no reason to suppose they would remember this one。
Harry walked across the dark room； past Hedwig's large； empty cage； to the open window。 He leaned on the sill； the cool night air pleasant on his face after a long time under the blankets。 Hedwig had been absent for two nights now。 Harry wasn't worried about her： she'd been gone this long before。 But he hoped she'd be back soon she was the only living creature in this house who didn't flinch at the sight of him。
Harry； though still rather small and skinny for his age； had grown a few inches over the last year。 His jet…black hair； however； was just as it always had been stubbornly untidy； whatever he did to it。 The eyes behind his glasses were bright green； and on his forehead； clearly visible through his hair； was a thin scar； shaped like a bolt of lightning。
Of all the unusual things about Harry； this scar was the most extraordinary of all。 It was not； as the Dursleys had pretended for ten years； a souvenir of the car crash that had killed Harry's parents； because Lily and James Potter had not died in a car crash。 They had been murdered； murdered by the most feared Dark wizard for a hundred years； Lord Voldemort。 Harry had escaped from the same attack with nothing more than a scar on his forehead； where Voldemort's curse； instead of killing him； had rebounded upon its originator。 Barely alive； Voldemort had fled。。。。
But Harry had e face…to…face with him at Hogwarts。 Remembering their last meeting as he stood at the dark window； Harry had to admit he was lucky even to have reached his thirteenth birthday。
He scanned the starry sky for a sign of Hedwig； perhaps soaring
back to him with a dead mouse dangling from her beak； expecting praise。 Gazing absently over the rooftops； it was a few seconds before Harry realized what he was seeing。
Silhouetted against the golden moon； and growing larger every moment； was a large； strangely lopsided creature； and it was flapping in Harry's direction。 He stood quite still； watching it sink lower and lower。 For a split second he hesitated； his hand on the window latch； wondering whether to slam it shut。 But then the bizarre creature soared over one of the street lamps of Privet Drive； and Harry； realizing what it was； leapt aside。
Through the window soared three owls； two of them holding up the third； which appeared to be unconscious。 They landed with a soft flump on Harry's bed； and the middle owl； which was large and gray； keeled right over and lay motionless。 There was a large package tied to its legs。
Harry recognized the unconscious owl at once his name was Errol； and he belonged to the Weasley family。 Harry dashed to the bed； untied the cords around Errol's legs； took off the parcel； and then carried Errol to Hedwig's cage。 Errol opened one bleary eye； gave a feeble hoot of thanks； and began to gulp some water。
Harry turned back to the remaining owls。 One of them； the large snowy female； was his own Hedwig。 She； too； was carrying a parcel and looked extremely pleased with herself。 She gave Harry an affectionate nip with her beak as he removed her burden； then flew across the room to join Errol。
Harry didn't recognize the third owl； a handsome tawny one； but he knew at once where it had e from； because in addition to a third package； it was carrying a letter bearing the Hogwarts crest。 When Harry relieved this owl of its burden； it ruffled its feathers importantly； stretched its wings； and took off through the window into the night。
Harry sat down on his bed and grabbed Errol's package； ripped off the brown paper； and discovered a present wrapped in gold； and his first ever birthday card。 Fingers trembling slightly； he opened the envelope。 Two pieces of paper fell out a letter and a newspaper clipping。
The clipping had clearly e out of the wizarding newspaper； the Daily Prophet； because the people in the black…and…white picture were moving。 Harry picked up the clipping； smoothed it out； and read：
MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE
Arthur Weasley； Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic； has won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw。
A delighted Mr。 Weasley told the Daily Prophet； 〃We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt； where our eldest son； Bill； works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank。〃
The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt； returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts； which five of the Weasley children currently attend。
Harry scanned the moving photograph； and a grin spread across his face as he saw all nine of the Weasleys waving furiously at him； standing in front of a large pyramid。 Plump little Mrs。 Weasley； tail； balding Mr。 Weasley； six sons； and one daughter； all （though the black…and…white picture didn't show it） with flaming…red hair。 Right in the middle of the picture was Ron； tall and gangling； with his pet rat； Scabbers； on his shoulder and his arm around his little sister； Ginny。
Harry couldn't think of anyone who deserved to win a large pile of gold more than the Weasleys； who were very nice and extremely poor。 He picked up Ron's letter and unfolded it。
Dear Harry；
Happy birthday！
Look； I' really sorry about that telephone call。 I hope the Muggles didn't give you a hard time。 I asked Dad； and he reckons I shouldn't have shouted。
It's amazing here in Egypt。 Bill's taken us around all the tombs and you wouldn't believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them。 Mum wouldn't let Ginny e in the last one。 There were all these mutant skeletons in there； of Muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff。
I couldn't believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw。 Seven hundred galleons！ Most of it's gone on this trip； but they're going to buy me a new wand for next year。
Harry remembered only too well the occasion when Ron's old wand had snapped。 It had happened when the car the two of them had been flying to Hogwarts had crashed into a tree on the school grounds。
We'll be back about a week before term starts and we'll be going up to London to get my wand and our new books。 Any chance of meeting you there？
Don't let the Muggles get you down！
Try and e to London；
Ron
P。S。 Percy's Head Boy。 He got the letter last week。
Harry glanced back at the photograph。 Percy； who was in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts； was looking particularly smug。 He had pinned his Head Boy badge to the fez perched jauntily on top of his neat hair； his horn…rimmed glasses flashing in the Egyptian sun。
Harry now turned to his present and unwrapped it。 Inside was what looked like a miniature glass spinning top。 There was another note from Ron beneath it。
Harry this is a Pocket Sneakoscope。 If there's someone untrustworthy around； it's supposed to light up and spin。 Bill says it's rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn't reliable； because it kept ligh