"What are YOU doing here?" Petunia asked disgustedly, as she opened the door one Sunday afternoon, to find Harry standing on the doorstep.
"I've come to stay good-bye. I've got to come back here once more, and then I'm leaving. Forever."
"Well then. You can go-um, clean out your room." Petunia said gruffly.
Harry nodded and walked past her, hurrying up the steps.
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One hour later, Harry walked down the stairs, lugging a huge garbage bag behind him. The three Dursleys stood in a row, staring up at him.
"Well. Bye." Harry said uncertainly.
"Yeah. Bye." Vernon said, for once not yelling.
"Bye." Petunia walked to the door, and held it open for Harry. Harry walked through the open door, and then turned. "Thanks. For, you know, everything."
"Good luck." Aunt Petunia smiled slightly as she shut the door. Harry stood behind the door, dumb-founded. Then, he pulled out his wand.
Aiming it at the bag, he muttered, "Locomotor bag" As the bag lifted in the air, Harry muttered something else, and the bag drifted away, floating up into the sky. It was soon a speck.
Harry raised his wand again, and, aiming his wand at the sky, he said, "Accio Firebolt!"
"Have you located him?"
"Yes, Master." the woman conjured up a map, and pointed to a little dot, labeled 'HP'. "There he is, My Lord."
"Ah, he is at the Weasley home."
"Yes. What are your orders, Master?"
"Track him. I want him followed at all times!"
"Yes, My Lord. It will be done right away."
'Good."