Harry answered the door, breathless, and in what appeared to Cedric, a jumper four sizes two big.
He blinked and smiled quizzically at his friend.
"Erm," said Harry, brilliant for the near fourteen-year-old, really, "Hi Cedric."
"Did you really forget we were coming today?"
"No- It's just-"
"BOY!"
Harry winced. And Cedric frowned at the tone he heard from what sounded like Harry's uncle. He knew, vaguely, from Hermione that Harry Potter lived with his muggle relatives, and that they weren't the best sort to him, and that they had something against magic. Hearing that, and seeing it were completely different.
Suppose it happens on both sides, then. Cedric knew that there was a historical reason why Wizards and Witches had gone into seclusion, and the Statue of Secrecy had been enacted. But it's been nearly six hundred years… Suppose it's a hate that can't easily go away on either side.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?!" called back Harry, sending Cedric and Steve an apologetic smile.
"WHOSE AT THE DOOR?"
"My friends from school-"
"WHAT? ALREADY? TAKE YOUR THINGS AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"YES, UNCLE VERNON!"
Harry gave Cedric another apologetic smile.
"Sorry-Erm, want to help me with my things?"
"Yeah. Steve, come on, I brought you here for a reason!"
Steve sighed.
"Let's get you the fuck out of here, Potter."