e. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance

was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt

of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the

first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was

how he had gotten it.

"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And

don't ask questions."

Don't ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life

with the Dursleys.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over

the bacon.

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