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Of course, one can't always have what they want. I stared around at everyone, my eyes landing on Snape last. He motioned at the basement stares with an evil smile.

"Downstairs Potter, no time like the present to get started." I whimpered and took a last longing look at the front door.

"Go," this was Aunt Petunia, no doubt certain he might move the potions stuff outside, "go with him this instant!"

There was no choice. I went down the stairs slowly to face my doom. Was there any way this summer could get any worse?