|“|| Harry was bleeding. Clutching his right hand in his left and swearing under his breath, he shouldered open his bedroom door. There was a crunch of breaking china: he had trodden on a cup of cold tea that had been sitting on the floor outside his bedroom door.
‘What the –?’
He looked around; the landing of number four, Privet Drive, was deserted. Possibly the cup of tea was Dudley’s idea of a clever booby trap.
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|Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows|
|The Dark Lord Ascending||In Memoriam||The Dursleys Departing||The Seven Potters||Fallen Warrior|