Loksins, loksins… Harry slowly walked down the hill, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. Nothing much had happened since he’d destroyed the last Horcrux, the one in the Himalayas. But as he walked, he began to realise, just how long it had been since he left NR. 4 Privet Drive. Two years to the day. Two years. He had been so busy, he almost had not taken notice. He was nineteen. Wow, I’m gettin’ old! Ha, ha, haa… He didn’t understand why Fawkes had sent him here first, because...