Return to Privet Drive
The Dursleys' impeccably clean company car shuddered to an ungainly stop in the driveway of 4 Privet Drive.
Uncle Vernon was in a foul mood. Through his occasional mutters, grunts and sharp comments, Harry had deduced that sales at Grunnings were down and that his uncle was not pleased to be taking time out of his day to pick his nephew up from Kings Cross.
As a result, it had been a long and decidedly awkward journey back to the Dursleys' home.
"With any luck those⦠Woosleys will be able to take you for most of the summer." Said Uncle Vernon, more to reassure himself than anything else.
"Weasleys." Harry corrected, getting out of the car and dragging his heavy school trunk out of the boot with difficulty.
The response was the sound of the front door slamming shut after his uncles retreating figure.
