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[INST] <Chapter 1> <s> Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix</s> [INST] | Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 1> <s> J K Rowling</s> [INST] | J K Rowling</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Dudley Demented</s> [INST] | Dudley Demented</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 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. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and lawns that were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing - 'for the use of hosepipes had been ban... | 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. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and lawns that were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing - 'for the use of hosepipes had been banned due to drought. Dep... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. 'Not in the house.'</s> [INST] | 'I don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. 'Not in the house.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Uncle Vernon grunted. 'Watching the news...' he said scathingly. 'I'd like to know what he's really up to. As if a normal boy cares what's on the news - 'Dudley hasn't got a clue what's going on; doubt he knows who the Prime Minister is! Anyway, it's not as if there'd be anything about his lo... | Uncle Vernon grunted. 'Watching the news...' he said scathingly. 'I'd like to know what he's really up to. As if a normal boy cares what's on the news - 'Dudley hasn't got a clue what's going on; doubt he knows who the Prime Minister is! Anyway, it's not as if there'd be anything about his lot on our news - '</s></... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Vernon, shh!' said Aunt Petunia. The window's open!'</s> [INST] | 'Vernon, shh!' said Aunt Petunia. The window's open!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Oh - yes - sorry, dear.'</s> [INST] | 'Oh - yes - sorry, dear.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> The Dursleys fell silent. Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit 'n' Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs Figg, a batty cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk, amble slowly past. She was frowning and muttering to herself. Harry was very pleased he was concealed behind the bush, as Mr... | The Dursleys fell silent. Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit 'n' Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs Figg, a batty cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk, amble slowly past. She was frowning and muttering to herself. Harry was very pleased he was concealed behind the bush, as Mrs Figg had recently tak... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'At the Polkisses',' said Aunt Petunia fondly. 'He's got so many little friends, he's so popular...'</s> [INST] | 'At the Polkisses',' said Aunt Petunia fondly. 'He's got so many little friends, he's so popular...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Harry suppressed a snort with difficulty. The Dursleys really were astonishingly stupid about their son, Dudley. They had swallowed all his dim-witted lies about having tea with a different member of his gang every night of the summer holidays. Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley had not been t... | Harry suppressed a snort with difficulty. The Dursleys really were astonishingly stupid about their son, Dudley. They had swallowed all his dim-witted lies about having tea with a different member of his gang every night of the summer holidays. Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley had not been to tea anywhere; he and ... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Give 'em a lifelong siesta, I would,' snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of the newsreaders sentence, but no matter: outside in the flowerbed, Harry's stomach seemed to unclench. If anything had happened, it would surely have been the first item on the news; death and destruction were more import... | 'Give 'em a lifelong siesta, I would,' snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of the newsreaders sentence, but no matter: outside in the flowerbed, Harry's stomach seemed to unclench. If anything had happened, it would surely have been the first item on the news; death and destruction were more important than stranded holid... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Harry opened his eyes. If they had reached water-skiing budgerigars, there would be nothing else worth hearing. He rolled cautiously on to his front and raised himself on to his knees and elbows, preparing to crawl out from under the window. He had moved about two inches when several things h... | Harry opened his eyes. If they had reached water-skiing budgerigars, there would be nothing else worth hearing. He rolled cautiously on to his front and raised himself on to his knees and elbows, preparing to crawl out from under the window. He had moved about two inches when several things happened in very quick s... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncle's sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wand; then, as the pain in the top of Harry's head gave a particularly nasty throb, Uncle Vernon yelped and relea... | 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncle's sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wand; then, as the pain in the top of Harry's head gave a particularly nasty throb, Uncle Vernon yelped and released Harry as though he ... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> He continued to grin in a horrible, manic way until all the curious neighbours had disappeared from their various windows, then the grin became a grimace of rage as he beckoned Harry back towards him. Harry moved a few steps closer, taking care to stop just short of the point at which Uncle V... | He continued to grin in a horrible, manic way until all the curious neighbours had disappeared from their various windows, then the grin became a grimace of rage as he beckoned Harry back towards him. Harry moved a few steps closer, taking care to stop just short of the point at which Uncle Vernon's outstretched ha... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I didn't make that noise,' said Harry firmly. Aunt Petunia's thin, horsy face now appeared beside Uncle Vernon's wide, purple one. She looked livid. 'Why were you lurking under our window?'</s> [INST] | 'I didn't make that noise,' said Harry firmly. Aunt Petunia's thin, horsy face now appeared beside Uncle Vernon's wide, purple one. She looked livid. 'Why were you lurking under our window?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our window, boy?'</s> [INST] | 'Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our window, boy?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Listening to the news,' said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. 'Listening to the news! Again?'</s> [INST] | 'Listening to the news,' said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. 'Listening to the news! Again?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Well, it changes every day, you see,' said Harry. 'Don't you be clever with me, boy! I want to know what you're really up to - and don't give me any more of this listening to the news tosh! You know perfectly well that your lot - '</s> [INST] | 'Well, it changes every day, you see,' said Harry. 'Don't you be clever with me, boy! I want to know what you're really up to - and don't give me any more of this listening to the news tosh! You know perfectly well that your lot - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Careful, Vernon!' breathed Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon lowered his voice so that Harry could barely hear him,' - that your lot don't get on our news!'</s> [INST] | 'Careful, Vernon!' breathed Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon lowered his voice so that Harry could barely hear him,' - that your lot don't get on our news!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> That's all you know,' said Harry. The Dursleys goggled at him for a few seconds, then Aunt Petunia said, 'You're a nasty little liar. What are all those -'she, too, lowered her voice so that Harry had to lip-read the next word,'- owls doing if they're not bringing you news?'</s> [INST] | That's all you know,' said Harry. The Dursleys goggled at him for a few seconds, then Aunt Petunia said, 'You're a nasty little liar. What are all those -'she, too, lowered her voice so that Harry had to lip-read the next word,'- owls doing if they're not bringing you news?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Aha!' said Uncle Vernon in a triumphant whisper. 'Get out of that one, boy! As if we didn't know you get all your news from those pestilential birds!'</s> [INST] | 'Aha!' said Uncle Vernon in a triumphant whisper. 'Get out of that one, boy! As if we didn't know you get all your news from those pestilential birds!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Harry hesitated for a moment. It cost him something to tell the truth this time, even though his aunt and uncle could not possibly know how bad he felt at admitting it. 'The owls... aren't bringing me news,' he said tonelessly. 'I don't believe it,' said Aunt Petunia at once. 'No more... | Harry hesitated for a moment. It cost him something to tell the truth this time, even though his aunt and uncle could not possibly know how bad he felt at admitting it. 'The owls... aren't bringing me news,' he said tonelessly. 'I don't believe it,' said Aunt Petunia at once. 'No more do I,' said Uncle Vern... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> to perfectly ordinary noises. Could he be sure it hadn't been the sound of something breaking inside a neighbour's house? Harry felt a dull, sinking sensation in his stomach and before he knew it the feeling of hopelessness that had plagued him all summer rolled over him once again. Tomor... | to perfectly ordinary noises. Could he be sure it hadn't been the sound of something breaking inside a neighbour's house? Harry felt a dull, sinking sensation in his stomach and before he knew it the feeling of hopelessness that had plagued him all summer rolled over him once again. Tomorrow morning he would be... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> his godfather. Sirius, at least, seemed to understand how Harry was feeling... Keep your nose clean and everything will be OK...Be careful and don't do anything rash... Well, thought Harry, as he crossed Magnolia Crescent, turned into Magnolia Road and headed towards the darkening play park, ... | his godfather. Sirius, at least, seemed to understand how Harry was feeling... Keep your nose clean and everything will be OK...Be careful and don't do anything rash... Well, thought Harry, as he crossed Magnolia Crescent, turned into Magnolia Road and headed towards the darkening play park, he had (by and large) d... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s>ury. If it hadn't been for him, nobody would even have known Voldemort was back! And. his reward was to be stuck in Little Whinging for four solid weeks, completely cut off from the magical world, reduced to squatting among dying begonias so hat he could hear about water-skiing budgerigars! How co... | ury. If it hadn't been for him, nobody would even have known Voldemort was back! And. his reward was to be stuck in Little Whinging for four solid weeks, completely cut off from the magical world, reduced to squatting among dying begonias so hat he could hear about water-skiing budgerigars! How could Dumbledore have fo... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s>ified than they were of 'that Potter boy' who, they lad been warned, was a hardened hooligan and attended St Brutus's secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. Harry watched the dark figures crossing the grass and wondered who they had been beating up tonight. Look round, Harry found himself ... | ified than they were of 'that Potter boy' who, they lad been warned, was a hardened hooligan and attended St Brutus's secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys. Harry watched the dark figures crossing the grass and wondered who they had been beating up tonight. Look round, Harry found himself thinking as he watched... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s>s. Harry preferred Little Whinging by night, when the curtained windows made patches of jewel-bright colour in the darkness and he ran no danger of hearing disapproving mutters about his 'delinquent' appearance when he passed the householders. He walked quickly, so that halfway along Magnolia Road... | s. Harry preferred Little Whinging by night, when the curtained windows made patches of jewel-bright colour in the darkness and he ran no danger of hearing disapproving mutters about his 'delinquent' appearance when he passed the householders. He walked quickly, so that halfway along Magnolia Road Dudley's gang came in... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'See ya, Big D!'</s> [INST] | 'See ya, Big D!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Harry waited for the rest of the gang to move on before setting off again. When their voices had faded once more he headed around the corner into Magnolia Crescent and by walking very quickly he soon came within hailing distance of Dudley, who was strolling along at his ease, humming tunelessly. ... | Harry waited for the rest of the gang to move on before setting off again. When their voices had faded once more he headed around the corner into Magnolia Crescent and by walking very quickly he soon came within hailing distance of Dudley, who was strolling along at his ease, humming tunelessly. 'Hey, Big D!'</s></... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Dudley turned. 'Oh,' he grunted. 'It's you.'</s> [INST] | Dudley turned. 'Oh,' he grunted. 'It's you.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'How long have you been "Big D" then?' said Harry. 'Shut it,' snarled Dudley, turning away. 'Cool name,' said Harry, grinning and falling into step beside is cousin. 'But you'll always be "Ickle Diddykins" to me.'</s> [INST] | 'How long have you been "Big D" then?' said Harry. 'Shut it,' snarled Dudley, turning away. 'Cool name,' said Harry, grinning and falling into step beside is cousin. 'But you'll always be "Ickle Diddykins" to me.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I said, SHUT IT!' said Dudley, whose ham-like hands had curled into fists. 'Don't the boys know that's what your mum calls you?'</s> [INST] | 'I said, SHUT IT!' said Dudley, whose ham-like hands had curled into fists. 'Don't the boys know that's what your mum calls you?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Shut your face.'</s> [INST] | 'Shut your face.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'You don't tell her to shut her face. What about "Popkin" and "Dinky Diddydums", can I use them then?'</s> [INST] | 'You don't tell her to shut her face. What about "Popkin" and "Dinky Diddydums", can I use them then?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Dudley said nothing. The effort of keeping himself from hitting Harry seemed to demand all his self-control. 'So who've you been beating up tonight?' Harry asked, his grin fading. 'Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago - '</s> [INST] | Dudley said nothing. The effort of keeping himself from hitting Harry seemed to demand all his self-control. 'So who've you been beating up tonight?' Harry asked, his grin fading. 'Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'He was asking for it,' snarled Dudley. 'Oh yeah?'</s> [INST] | 'He was asking for it,' snarled Dudley. 'Oh yeah?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'He cheeked me.'</s> [INST] | 'He cheeked me.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that's been taught to walk on its hind legs? 'Cause that's not cheek, Dud, that's true.'</s> [INST] | 'Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that's been taught to walk on its hind legs? 'Cause that's not cheek, Dud, that's true.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> A muscle was twitching in Dudley's jaw. It gave Harry enormous satisfaction to know how furious he was making Dudley; he felt as though he was siphoning off his own frustration into his cousin, the only outlet he had. They turned right down the narrow alleyway where Harry had first seen Siriu... | A muscle was twitching in Dudley's jaw. It gave Harry enormous satisfaction to know how furious he was making Dudley; he felt as though he was siphoning off his own frustration into his cousin, the only outlet he had. They turned right down the narrow alleyway where Harry had first seen Sirius and which formed a sh... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> That - that thing you are hiding.'</s> [INST] | That - that thing you are hiding.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Harry grinned again. 'Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud? But I s'pose, if you were, you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time.'</s> [INST] | Harry grinned again. 'Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud? But I s'pose, if you were, you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Harry pulled out his wand. He saw Dudley look sideways at it. 'You're not allowed,' Dudley said at once. 'I know you're not. You'd get expelled from that freak school you go to.'</s> [INST] | Harry pulled out his wand. He saw Dudley look sideways at it. 'You're not allowed,' Dudley said at once. 'I know you're not. You'd get expelled from that freak school you go to.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'How d'you know they haven't changed the rules, Big D?'</s> [INST] | 'How d'you know they haven't changed the rules, Big D?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> They haven't,' said Dudley, though he didn't sound completely convinced. Harry laughed softly. 'You haven't got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?' Dudley snarled. 'Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten year old. You know that boxin... | They haven't,' said Dudley, though he didn't sound completely convinced. Harry laughed softly. 'You haven't got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?' Dudley snarled. 'Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten year old. You know that boxing title you keep bangin... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'He was sixteen, for your information,' snarled Dudley, 'and he was out cold for twenty minutes after I'd finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out -</s> [INST] | 'He was sixteen, for your information,' snarled Dudley, 'and he was out cold for twenty minutes after I'd finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out -</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry's wand?'</s> [INST] | 'Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry's wand?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Not this brave at night, are you?' sneered Dudley. 'This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.'</s> [INST] | 'Not this brave at night, are you?' sneered Dudley. 'This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I mean when you're in bed!' Dudley snarled. He had stopped walking. Harry stopped too, staring at his cousin. From the little he could see of Dudley's large face, he was wearing a strangely triumphant look. 'What d'you mean, I'm not brave when I'm in bed?' said Harry, Completely nonp... | 'I mean when you're in bed!' Dudley snarled. He had stopped walking. Harry stopped too, staring at his cousin. From the little he could see of Dudley's large face, he was wearing a strangely triumphant look. 'What d'you mean, I'm not brave when I'm in bed?' said Harry, Completely nonplussed. 'What am I supp... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I heard you last night,' said Dudley breathlessly. Talking in your sleep. Moaning.'</s> [INST] | 'I heard you last night,' said Dudley breathlessly. Talking in your sleep. Moaning.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'What d'you mean?' Harry said again, but there was a cold, plunging sensation in his stomach. He had revisited the graveyard last night in his dreams. Dudley gave a harsh bark of laughter, then adopted a high-pitched whimpering voice. '"Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedric!" Who's Cedric -... | 'What d'you mean?' Harry said again, but there was a cold, plunging sensation in his stomach. He had revisited the graveyard last night in his dreams. Dudley gave a harsh bark of laughter, then adopted a high-pitched whimpering voice. '"Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedric!" Who's Cedric - your boyfriend?'</s></... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I - you're lying,' said Harry automatically. But his mouth had gone dry. He knew Dudley wasn't lying - how else would he know about Cedric? '"Dad! Help me, Dad! He's going to kill me, Dad! Boo hoo!'' '</s> [INST] | 'I - you're lying,' said Harry automatically. But his mouth had gone dry. He knew Dudley wasn't lying - how else would he know about Cedric? '"Dad! Help me, Dad! He's going to kill me, Dad! Boo hoo!'' '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Shut up,' said Harry quietly. 'Shut up, Dudley, I'm warning you!'</s> [INST] | 'Shut up,' said Harry quietly. 'Shut up, Dudley, I'm warning you!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s>'"Come and help me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He's killed Cedric! Dad, help me! He's going to - " Don't you point that thing at me!'</s> [INST] | ' "Come and help me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He's killed Cedric! Dad, help me! He's going to - " Don't you point that thing at me!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Dudley backed into the alley wall. Harry was pointing the wand directly at Dudley's heart. Harry could feel fourteen years' hatred of Dudley pounding in his veins - what wouldn't he give to strike now, to jinx Dudley so thoroughly he'd have to crawl home like an insect, struck dumb, sprouting fee... | Dudley backed into the alley wall. Harry was pointing the wand directly at Dudley's heart. Harry could feel fourteen years' hatred of Dudley pounding in his veins - what wouldn't he give to strike now, to jinx Dudley so thoroughly he'd have to crawl home like an insect, struck dumb, sprouting feelers... 'Don't ever... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Point that thing somewhere else!'</s> [INST] | 'Point that thing somewhere else!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I said, do you understand me?'</s> [INST] | 'I said, do you understand me?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Point it somewhere else!'</s> [INST] | 'Point it somewhere else!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?'</s> [INST] | 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'GET THAT THING AWAY FROM - '</s> [INST] | 'GET THAT THING AWAY FROM - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Dudley gave an odd. shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in icy water. Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch black and lightless - the stars, the moon, the misty streetlamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant rumble of ca... | Dudley gave an odd. shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in icy water. Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch black and lightless - the stars, the moon, the misty streetlamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant rumble of cars and the whisper of t... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I'm not doing anything! Shut up and don't move!'</s> [INST] | 'I'm not doing anything! Shut up and don't move!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I c-can't see! I've g-gone blind! I - '</s> [INST] | 'I c-can't see! I've g-gone blind! I - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'I said shut up!'</s> [INST] | 'I said shut up!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> Harry stood stock still, turning his sightless eyes left and right. The cold was so intense he was shivering all over; goose bumps had erupted up his arms and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up - he opened his eyes to their fullest extent, staring blankly around, unseeing. It ... | Harry stood stock still, turning his sightless eyes left and right. The cold was so intense he was shivering all over; goose bumps had erupted up his arms and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up - he opened his eyes to their fullest extent, staring blankly around, unseeing. It was impossible... they ... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Will you shut up?' Harry hissed, 'I'm trying to lis- '</s> [INST] | 'Will you shut up?' Harry hissed, 'I'm trying to lis- '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> But he fell silent. He had heard just the thing he had been dreading. There was something in the alleyway apart from themselves, something that was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths. Harry felt a horrible jolt of dread as he stood trembling in the freezing air. 'C-cut it out! Stop do... | But he fell silent. He had heard just the thing he had been dreading. There was something in the alleyway apart from themselves, something that was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths. Harry felt a horrible jolt of dread as he stood trembling in the freezing air. 'C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I'll h-hit you,... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Dudley, shut - '</s> [INST] | 'Dudley, shut - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> WHAM. A fist made contact with the side of Harry's head, lifting him off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of his eyes. For the second time in an hour Harry felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment, he had landed hard on the ground and his wand had flown out of ... | WHAM. A fist made contact with the side of Harry's head, lifting him off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of his eyes. For the second time in an hour Harry felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment, he had landed hard on the ground and his wand had flown out of his hand. 'You moro... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> There was a horrible squealing yell and Dudley's footsteps topped. At the same moment, Harry felt a creeping chill behind him that could mean only one thing. There was more than one. 'DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Wand!' Harry muttered frantically, his h... | There was a horrible squealing yell and Dudley's footsteps topped. At the same moment, Harry felt a creeping chill behind him that could mean only one thing. There was more than one. 'DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Wand!' Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the gr... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him n his search - and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand - the wand tip had ignited. Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet and turned around. His stomach turned over. A towering, hooded fi... | He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him n his search - and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand - the wand tip had ignited. Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet and turned around. His stomach turned over. A towering, hooded figure was gliding smooth... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> A silvery wisp of vapour shot from the tip of the wand and the Dementor slowed, but the spell hadn't worked properly; tripping over his own feet, Harry retreated further as the Dementor bore down upon him, panic fogging his brain - concentrate -</s> [INST] | A silvery wisp of vapour shot from the tip of the wand and the Dementor slowed, but the spell hadn't worked properly; tripping over his own feet, Harry retreated further as the Dementor bore down upon him, panic fogging his brain - concentrate -</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> A pair of grey, slimy, scabbed hands slid from inside the Dementor's robes, reaching for him. A rushing noise filled Harry's ears. 'Expecto patronum!'</s> [INST] | A pair of grey, slimy, scabbed hands slid from inside the Dementor's robes, reaching for him. A rushing noise filled Harry's ears. 'Expecto patronum!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> His voice sounded dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, feebler than the last, drifted from the wand - he couldn't do it any more, he couldn't work the spell. There was laughter inside his own head, shrill, high-pitched laughter... he could smell the Dementor's putrid, death-cold bre... | His voice sounded dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, feebler than the last, drifted from the wand - he couldn't do it any more, he couldn't work the spell. There was laughter inside his own head, shrill, high-pitched laughter... he could smell the Dementor's putrid, death-cold breath filling his own lun... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> An enormous silver stag erupted from the tip of Harry's wand; it's antlers caught the Dementor in the place where the heart should have been; it was thrown backwards, weightless as darkness, and as the stag charged, the Dementor swooped away, bat-like and defeated. 'THIS WAY!' Harry shouted a... | An enormous silver stag erupted from the tip of Harry's wand; it's antlers caught the Dementor in the place where the heart should have been; it was thrown backwards, weightless as darkness, and as the stag charged, the Dementor swooped away, bat-like and defeated. 'THIS WAY!' Harry shouted at the stag. Wheeling ar... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> He had run barely a dozen steps when he reached them: Dudley was curled up on the ground, his arms clamped over his face. A second Dementor was crouching low over him, gripping his wrists in its slimy hands, prising them slowly, almost lovingly apart, lowering its hooded head towards Dudley's fac... | He had run barely a dozen steps when he reached them: Dudley was curled up on the ground, his arms clamped over his face. A second Dementor was crouching low over him, gripping his wrists in its slimy hands, prising them slowly, almost lovingly apart, lowering its hooded head towards Dudley's face as though about to ki... |
[INST] <Chapter 2> <s> 'Don't put it away, idiot boy!' she shrieked. 'What if there are more of them around? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!'</s> [INST] | 'Don't put it away, idiot boy!' she shrieked. 'What if there are more of them around? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> A Peck of Owls</s> [INST] | A Peck of Owls</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'What?' said Harry blankly. 'He left!' said Mrs Figg, wringing her hands. 'Left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom! I told him I'd flay him alive if he went, and now look! Dementors! It's just lucky I put Mr Tibbles on the case! But we haven't got time... | 'What?' said Harry blankly. 'He left!' said Mrs Figg, wringing her hands. 'Left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom! I told him I'd flay him alive if he went, and now look! Dementors! It's just lucky I put Mr Tibbles on the case! But we haven't got time to stand around! Hurry... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'But -'The revelation that his batty old cat-obsessed neighbour knew what Dementors were was almost as big a shock to Harry as meeting two of them down the alleyway. 'You're - you're a witch?'</s> [INST] | 'But -'The revelation that his batty old cat-obsessed neighbour knew what Dementors were was almost as big a shock to Harry as meeting two of them down the alleyway. 'You're - you're a witch?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I'm a Squib, as Mundungus knows full well, so how on earth was I supposed to help you fight off Dementors? He left you completely without cover when I'd warned him - '</s> [INST] | 'I'm a Squib, as Mundungus knows full well, so how on earth was I supposed to help you fight off Dementors? He left you completely without cover when I'd warned him - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> This Mundungus has been following me? Hang on - it was him! He Disapparated from the front of my house!'</s> [INST] | This Mundungus has been following me? Hang on - it was him! He Disapparated from the front of my house!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Yes, yes, yes, but luckily I'd stationed Mr Tibbles under a car just in case, and Mr Tibbles came and warned me, but by the time I got to your house you'd gone - and now - oh, what's Dumbledore going to say? You!' she shrieked at Dudley, still supine on the alley floor. 'Get your fat bottom off ... | 'Yes, yes, yes, but luckily I'd stationed Mr Tibbles under a car just in case, and Mr Tibbles came and warned me, but by the time I got to your house you'd gone - and now - oh, what's Dumbledore going to say? You!' she shrieked at Dudley, still supine on the alley floor. 'Get your fat bottom off the ground, quick!'</s>... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'You know Dumbledore?' said Harry, staring at her. 'Of course I know Dumbledore, who doesn't know Dumbledore? But come on - I'll be no help if they come back, I've never so much as Transfigured a teabag.'</s> [INST] | 'You know Dumbledore?' said Harry, staring at her. 'Of course I know Dumbledore, who doesn't know Dumbledore? But come on - I'll be no help if they come back, I've never so much as Transfigured a teabag.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> She stooped down, seized one of Dudley's massive arms in her wizened hands and tugged. 'Get up, you useless lump, get up!'</s> [INST] | She stooped down, seized one of Dudley's massive arms in her wizened hands and tugged. 'Get up, you useless lump, get up!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> But Dudley either could not or would not move. He remained on the ground, trembling and ashen-faced, his mouth shut very tight. 'I'll do it.' Harry took hold of Dudley's arm and heaved. With an enormous effort he managed to hoist him to his feet. Dudley seemed to be on the point of fainting. ... | But Dudley either could not or would not move. He remained on the ground, trembling and ashen-faced, his mouth shut very tight. 'I'll do it.' Harry took hold of Dudley's arm and heaved. With an enormous effort he managed to hoist him to his feet. Dudley seemed to be on the point of fainting. His small eyes were rol... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> It was not easy to hold a wand steady and haul Dudley along at the same time. Harry gave his cousin an impatient dig in the ribs, but Dudley seemed to have lost all desire for independent movement. He was slumped on Harry's shoulder, his large feet dragging along the ground. 'Why didn't you t... | It was not easy to hold a wand steady and haul Dudley along at the same time. Harry gave his cousin an impatient dig in the ribs, but Dudley seemed to have lost all desire for independent movement. He was slumped on Harry's shoulder, his large feet dragging along the ground. 'Why didn't you tell me you're a Squib, ... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Dumbledore's orders. I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. I'm sorry I gave you such a miserable time, Harry, but the Dursleys would never have let you come if they'd thought you enjoyed it. It wasn't easy, you know... but oh my word,' she said tragically, wringin... | 'Dumbledore's orders. I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. I'm sorry I gave you such a miserable time, Harry, but the Dursleys would never have let you come if they'd thought you enjoyed it. It wasn't easy, you know... but oh my word,' she said tragically, wringing her hands once more, ... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I've got an owl, you can borrow her.' Harry groaned, wondering whether his spine was going to snap under Dudley's weight. 'Harry, you don't understand! Dumbledore will need to act as quickly as possible, the Ministry have their own ways of detecting underage magic, they'll know already, you ... | 'I've got an owl, you can borrow her.' Harry groaned, wondering whether his spine was going to snap under Dudley's weight. 'Harry, you don't understand! Dumbledore will need to act as quickly as possible, the Ministry have their own ways of detecting underage magic, they'll know already, you mark my words.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'But I was getting rid of Dementors, I had to use magic - they're going to be more worried about what Dementors were doing floating around Wisteria Walk, surely?'</s> [INST] | 'But I was getting rid of Dementors, I had to use magic - they're going to be more worried about what Dementors were doing floating around Wisteria Walk, surely?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Oh, my dear, I wish it were so, but I'm afraid - MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!'</s> [INST] | 'Oh, my dear, I wish it were so, but I'm afraid - MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> There was a loud crack and a strong smell of drink mingled with stale tobacco filled the air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered overcoat materialised right in front of them. He had short, bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair and bloodshot, baggy eyes that gave him the doleful look of a basse... | There was a loud crack and a strong smell of drink mingled with stale tobacco filled the air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered overcoat materialised right in front of them. He had short, bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair and bloodshot, baggy eyes that gave him the doleful look of a basset hound. He was also cl... |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I'll give you undercover!' cried Mrs Figg. 'Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak thief!'</s> [INST] | 'I'll give you undercover!' cried Mrs Figg. 'Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak thief!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Dementors?' repeated Mundungus, aghast. 'Dementors, 'ere?'</s> [INST] | 'Dementors?' repeated Mundungus, aghast. 'Dementors, 'ere?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Yes, here, you worthless pile of bat droppings, here!' shrieked Mrs Figg. 'Dementors attacking the boy on your watch!'</s> [INST] | 'Yes, here, you worthless pile of bat droppings, here!' shrieked Mrs Figg. 'Dementors attacking the boy on your watch!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Blimey,' said Mundungus weakly, looking from Mrs Figg to Harry, and back again. 'Blimey, I - '</s> [INST] | 'Blimey,' said Mundungus weakly, looking from Mrs Figg to Harry, and back again. 'Blimey, I - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'And you off buying stolen cauldrons! Didn't I tell you not to go? Didn't I?'</s> [INST] | 'And you off buying stolen cauldrons! Didn't I tell you not to go? Didn't I?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'I - well, I -' Mundungus looked deeply uncomfortable. 'It - it was a very good business opportunity see - '</s> [INST] | 'I - well, I -' Mundungus looked deeply uncomfortable. 'It - it was a very good business opportunity see - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> Mrs Figg raised the arm from which her string bag dangled and whacked Mundungus around the lace and neck with it; judging by the clanking noise it made it was full of cat food. 'Ouch - gerroff - gerroff, you mad old bat! Someone's gotta tell Dumbledore!'</s> [INST] | Mrs Figg raised the arm from which her string bag dangled and whacked Mundungus around the lace and neck with it; judging by the clanking noise it made it was full of cat food. 'Ouch - gerroff - gerroff, you mad old bat! Someone's gotta tell Dumbledore!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 3> <s> 'Yes - they - have!' yelled Mrs Figg, swinging the bag of cat food at every bit of Mundungus she could reach. 'And - it - had - better - be - you - and - you - can - tell - him - why - you - weren't - there - to - help!'</s> [INST] | 'Yes - they - have!' yelled Mrs Figg, swinging the bag of cat food at every bit of Mundungus she could reach. 'And - it - had - better - be - you - and - you - can - tell - him - why - you - weren't - there - to - help!'</s></s> |
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