England had seen some of it’s hottest weather on record at the end of June and beginning of July. In Little Whinging, where the gardens were usually pristine, now they looked yellowed and dry. Cars were dusty from the hosepipe ban, and houses had all the windows flung open to catch any chance of a breeze. Shops had sold out of fans, everyone was desperate for a bit of cold air. Harry Potter had found a bit of coolness on the dry earth beneath the living room window, he had been home a week from Hogwart’s Witchcraft and Wizardry. After Lord Voldemort’s resurrection and Cedric Diggory’s death, Harry had been waiting to hear the news every night.

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