"Shhhh! They'll hear you!", whispered Uncle Vernon at Harry. Some friends in Aunt Petunia's gossip circle had come over and Harry and Hedwig had, once again, been confined to the closet. "When are going back to that school of yours?", inquired Dudley. He was always sad to see Harry go because that meant that it would be another year before he would get to bully Harry. The ball of fat that consisted of two small squeezed in eyes, and a mouth that was too large, made up the extra large form of Dudley Dursley. "Who is coming to pick you up this time?" asked Dudley fearfully. The only times that he had ever encountered wizards had been unfortunate for him. The first time he had left the scene with a pig's tail and the second time he ended up with a four-foot long tongue.

"I will be picked up tonight at midnight by the Weaslys. There is no need for you to wait up for me." Harry replied to all their questions. He couldn't stand life when the Dursleys actually pretended to take interest in his "abnormalities", as they called them.

Just then he heard screams from downstairs! Uncle Vernon ran downstairs only to bellow back up at Harry.

"You had better come down here right now! If you don't fix this then I will never allow you back in this house again!" Harry strolled down the stairs, not in much of a hurry to help with whatever had gone wrong. Then he saw what had gone wrong. He started grinning and couldn't stop. The sight of the mysterious objet that loomed though the bus-sized opening in the front wall of the Dursley's house could only mean one thing. It was time to start another year at Hogwarts!