Chapter 18
Nothing notable happened on the way home to Privet Drive, with the exception of Uncle Vernon suggesting that since he had so many new things, Harry should move into the other upstairs bedroom. Petunia agreed and made Dudley promise to clear it out as soon as they got home.
So a few days later, we find Harry laying on the new bed in his room, his books on the shelf, his clothes hung up in the closet and a school trunk next to his owl's perch. He was reading his book, "Harry Potter: The Boy-Who-Lived". It was awfully written and filled with lies and speculations. The author went from theorizing that he was the next Dark Lord (hence why Lord Who-Needs-A-Better-Name came after him) or the savior of the wizarding world, sometimes in the same paragraph! Ah, no wonder, his famous story had fallen victim to Ms. Skeeter's ministrations. He'd fix that soon!
This was the night he was going to tell Vernon, and less so, Dudley, about Hogwarts. He wanted to make sure of his facts, hence the extracurricular study. "Dinner" Harry's aunt called. 'Oh well,' thought Harry 'It's now or never'.