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Looking around the attic seeing its dirty but nothing that he couldn't fix, Harry lets a huge smile tug on his young face. There is no way Uncle Vernon will yell at him or lock him in the cupboard anymore. Or so he hopes. Harry shivers thinking of being stuck in the dark room.
"It's all mine!" Harry crows in a loud whisper not realizing in the darkest corner hidden a pair of eyes open.
A peeve look enters the orbs as a small male voice drawls out, "Oh shut it. I'm trying to sleep here."