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Harry stood on the porch of Number 4 Private Drive. Lying at his feet was his trunk with which held all of his belongings. Being the last time he would ever step foot on the Dursley's property he expected them to be celebrating. So it was very peculiar to see Dudley watching TV, Uncle Vernon reading the paper, and Aunt Petunia baking. All were very ordinary, usual activities.
As he started to turn away, never to look back again Aunt Petunia called after him. His first though was 'Did I take something that does not belong to me?'
"Harry," she spoke as if she were calling dog. Her face looked awkward as if she did not know what to say. Her eyebrows rose up and down. Her face looked bewildered as if she were still thinking of what to say. Then she rose her hand and approvingly patted Harry three times on the shoulder. She then wiped her hand on her apron and backed into the house.
"Duddy, breakfast is ready." Harry was astonished. Was this her way of saying goodbye?
The door closed and Harry could hear Dudley complaining about his eggs being overcooked. He sighed and walked out to the curb, held out his wand, and waited for the Knight Bus to arrive.
