"One: I push you off here and you die. You have to promise to die though. I really don't want to go prison"
"There's a prison for witches?"
"Yes. It's called marriage, but the one I'm talking about is a place where dark ghosts eat your soul."
"What's option 2?"
"I guess I can take you to Hogwarts. It's a school for witches and wizards. I work there. That's why it would be a problem if people knew I hit a minor in the road and almost killed them. It would be a bit problematic. If you choose this option you have to promise to pretend that I found you near a magical lake or something and not like this."
"A...a...school for wizards?"
"A...a..yes?"
"Wow. I want that one!"
"Okay Harry. Are you sure you'd not rather die? It would be easier for both of us."
"I don't want to die. I want to be a wizard."
"Fine."
"How do you know my name?"
"After I hit you I looked in your shoebox to see of you had any valuables. Inside your shoe it said Harry so I assumed that was your name. Everything in the box was terrible so I put it in one of your neighbour's bins. It's bin day tomorrow. I don't understand why you put your shoes in a box and not on your feet."
"I don't know many things"
"You're not very smart are you."
They flew away into the clouds and off to a place up north. They were flying for a long time. They stopped at a Gregg's for a sausage roll before continuing onwards into the evening.
It was night by the time they had arrived at the castle. Hogwarts. The sky was a dark purple and the clouds were grey. McDonaldall landed just outside the main door.