"Harry!" I shouted over the infernal racket that was coming from the other students.
"Elizabeta!" He said joyfully. I was now stood right in front of him.
"Who are they? Muggles?" I asked. I may not like my father but we both share the same distaste for muggles. Not muggle-borns, just muggles. "Oh, yeah. Just the Dursleys. The relatives I live with remember?" He said. Sapphires met emeralds and we both smiled. I turned to the Dursleys. "So, muggle, I do very much hope that you have been taking care of my dear friend Harry here. Treating him like you would your own fat lump son. Well, have you?" I asked. Harry had told me just how bad these muggles really are. "Why should a freak deserve to be treated the same as our Dudley? And what are you going to do us if we haven't eh? Get your Daddy on us?" The one that looked like a walrus chucked. I laughed darkly.
"Well, if you want the darkest wizard that ever roamed the earth to come and kill you, then yes. I will get Lord Voldemort 'on you' as you say. Savvy?" I stood right close to his face and spoke softly but menacingly enough so that he whimpered and nodded slightly. "Good." I said. I got away from the bad breathed thing and smiled. My sudden change of mood put a smile on Harry's face and scared Mr. Blobby even more. I grabbed his hand and said, "Come on Harry let's go. We have to meet Ron and Hermione. Bye bye Vernon." I said. He looked terrified that I knew his name. I dragged Harry and our trolleys through the barrier.