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"It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid.
You'll make your real friends,
The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight. The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time. He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all, wondering where the letter writer was now.
Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
"Vernon! Oh my goodness -- Vernon!"
Harry watched Snape for a while, but Snape didn't look at him again.
He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all.
At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying.
"... and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about be ing a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort"
"I bet I'm in Hufflepuff" said Harry gloomily.
"Er -- I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to -- to go to Hogwarts."
As Harry helped himself to a treacle tart, the talk turned to their families.
Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself -- no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up; at least he got to visit the rest of the house.