the loud booming voice of Uncle Vernon.
"The new neighbors next door are here and want to meet you, for some crazy reason," Uncle Vernon said, "So get your butt down here now and act presentable for a change, freak!"
Harry lay there for a moment to wait for his racing heart to catch up with the rest of his body.
"Potter!" Vernon yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
Harry groaned loudly whilst rubbing his eyes, sliding out of bed, he slipped on his fluffy pink slippers that his aunt had handed down to him. The Dursley's home had been refurbished while Harry had been at Hogwarts that year, and now sported bright white clean carpet, and they were no longer allowed to go barefoot or wear socks - let alone shoes - in the house, so the pink slippers were, unfortunately, compulsory.
With a cringe Harry ran one hand through his hopelessly messy hair, crossed the bare floorboards of his room and began his descent downstairs. What Harry saw at the bottom of the stairs made him gasp, and he tripped, falling head over feet down the stairs to land in a heap at the bottom.
Embarrassed, Harry stood back up brushing himself off and straightening his glasses, he said...
Hunta