What happens when a mysterious woman with purple hair appears in the year 1978 and reads out a series of books called Harry Potter to the young students?
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Dolent - Full of sorrow
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"Chapter thirteen, Nicholas Flamel."
Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the invisibility cloak stayed folded at the bottom of his trunk. Harry wished he could forget what he'd seen in the mirror as easily, but he couldn't. He started having nightmares. Over and over again he dreamed about his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice cackled with laughter.
Lily buried herself into James's side, she couldn't even describe how bad she felt for her son.
"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," said Ron, when Harry told him about these dreams.
Hermione, who came back the day before term started, took a different view of things. She was torn between horror at the idea of Harry being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row ("If Filch had caught you!"), and disappointment that he hadn't at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was.
Only Aretha seemed to be on his side. That was perhaps, because her parents were dead as well. She got more confusing with every conversation, Harry was certain that she had mentioned a father. But she also shared Hermione's disappointment.
They had almost given up hope of ever finding Flamel in a library book, even though Harry was still sure he'd read the name somewhere. Once term had started, they were back to skimming through books for ten minutes during their breaks. Harry had even less time than the other three, because Quidditch practice had started again.
Wood was working the team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn't dampen his spirits. The Weasleys complained that Wood was becoming a fanatic, but Harry was on Wood's side. If they won their next match, against Hufflepuff, they would overtake Slytherin in the house championship for the first time in seven years.
"That's my son!" James proudly said, glad that the boy had the same passion for Quidditch as him.
Quite apart from wanting to win, Harry found that he had fewer nightmares when he was tired out after training.
That dampened James's mood. He would trade places with Harry in a second if it was possible.
Then, during one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Wood gave the team a bit of bad news. He'd just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms.
"Will you stop messing around!" he yelled. "That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time,
"WHAT? No!" James cried.
and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!"
George Weasley really did fall off his broom at these words.
