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My name is Harry Potter, he thought, the way he'd been practicing since the third night, when he'd woken clawing at his own arm looking for a Dark Mark that wasn't there. I am sixteen years old. My mother was Lily Evans. My father was James Potter. I am Harry Potter, and I am sitting in a bedroom at number four, Privet Drive, and I am not him.