![]() ![]() His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt baggy and faded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers. He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of tim. The only person left outdoors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flower bed outside number four. Deprived of their usual car-washing and lawn-mowing pursuits, the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retreated into the shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and lans that were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing the use of hosepipes had been banned due to drought. The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive. ![]()
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