Chapter 2 Scarlett’s feelings came in colors even brighter than usual. The urgent red of burning coals. The eager green of new grass buds. The frenzied yellow of a flapping bird’s feathers. He’d finally written back. She read the letter again. Then again. And again. Her eyes took in each sh...
HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSPHER'S STONE — CHAPTER ONE — The Boy Who Lived Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, b...