Aunt Petunia clasped her hands together and paced the room.

" Oh my God ...there is things in my house. My lovely clean house WITH A DESTROYED ORIENTAL CARPET."

" Petunia darling , its alright calm down."

" SHUT UP VERNON."

Mr Weasley stepped forward. " Ah Mrs Dursley , if we could just sit down and discuss this."

" No , No " cried Petunia. " Dont go near my sofa. Its in perfect condition. I want it to stay that way."

" What do you want " cried Uncle Vernon.

" We need you to sign a permission form for Harry as you are his only living relatives , we had no other way."

" A form " cried Pentunia."You attacked my son over a silly form."

" No one attacked your Son " said Mr Weasley sounding irratated. " He has drank himself to sleep."

Uncle Vernon arrived in with a pen and paper. " Here " he cried. " Here is permission to do what ever you like with him."

" Thank you Mr and Mrs Dursley. Harry , Ron, Hermione lets be off."

Harry sighed with relief as he stepped over Dudleys drunken body. Petunia caught hold of him.

" Dont think that just because we've signed you off , it means you get away scott free. I am still you're aunt unfortunatly and I will make you pay Potter."

Harry pushed away her hand and laughed. " You wont see me again after this Aunt Petunia , so dont get too excited."

Hermione stood at the door and called. " Harry come on lets go."

He nodded and pulled the door out after him.

He smiled at Hermione. " So what do you think of my Aunt Hermione?"

Hermione smiled faintly. " Well...they are...Oh Harry how did you ever survive there for eleven years. I think a day there would have convinced me to run away."

" God Harry " said Ron. " I know my Mum can be a bit crazy sometimes but Id have to say , Id prefer her anyday to them."

" Ron " said Harry. " Your Mum is the best."

Ron smiled. " I know " he said in a timid voice.