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might my savior be?"
Harry grinned modestly. "I'm Harry Potter, sir."
"Oh, boy. No need to call me 'sir.' Not had me audience with the Queen yet. And who might Harry
Potter be when he's at home?" Downey said grinning.
"I'm the Vernon and Petunia Dursley's nephew. I live over at Number 4 Privet Drive around the
corner," Harry said brightly.
Harry saw Downey's face cloud momentarily, then brighten again. "Well, then, Harry Potter of
Number 4 Privet Drive, can you lend a man a hand? I think I can make it worth your time."
Harry blushed a little. "I'd be happy to help you, sir. And just being able to help is enough for me."
"Very well," Downey said. "You take the front end and I'll guide you, and I'll take the back end.
You know, they wanted twenty quid to deliver this. Now I know why," he said with a smile.
Wedging the front door open, the two managed to wrestle the box spring into the house and up the
stairs to the master bedroom. As they were manhandling the top mattress up the stairs, they heard a
woman's voice.
"Pat, what on earth are you doing?"
"Up here, Evvie, darlin'," Downey called down as Harry was pulling the mattress onto the landing.
"Patrick Downey, are you trying to break your neck or give yourself an attack?" the exasperated
woman called out.
As Downey made it to the landing and Harry began to maneuver the mattress into the master
bedroom to join its mate, Downey called down the stairs again. "Not to worry, mum. I've got a
strong young fellow here doing most of the work." He peered around the mattress and winked at
Harry with a grin.
Harry chuckled at the conspiratorial look on the man's face.
With the bed in place, Downey led Harry down the stairs into the kitchen. Downey walked up to a
pleasantly plump, graying woman of medium height with a concerned smile.
"Pat, you should know better than to haul around heavy things like that at your age. You're not on
the docks any more," the woman said, crossing her arms with a mock frown on her face.
"Yes, mum," Downey said contritely.
Mrs. Downey then turned with a warm smile to Harry. "And who might this handsome young man
be?"
Harry blushed again. "Ah...Harry Potter, mam," he said shyly.
"He's the Dursley's nephew, from around the block," Downey said. "And Harry, this is my bride of
some 35 years, Evvie."
"Oh, hush," Evvie said, smiling in reproof. She turned back to Harry questioningly. "I haven't seen
you around the neighborhood, have I. I know I've seen that Dursley boy around with his pack of ...
friends," she said archly.
Harry frowned. "Well...I've been away at school since September," he said uncomfortably. His
mind was now churning. How could he talk about Hogwarts to Muggles, he thought furiously.
Especially to nice people like the Downeys. They might take his evasions as rudeness.
"What school is that, Harry," Downey said mildly.
Harry was beginning to panic. He had made no plans about how he would describe Hogwarts to
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