1 week later:
Harry was holed up at his aunt Ptenuia and uncle Vernons house. It had been a full weak since abandoning Hogwarts. However the problem or the virus, according too many sources, seemed to be improving slightly. There had been positive reports on both the radio and tv. However the next announcement on TV suggested otherwise.
"This is reporter Jimmy "John" Jerry reporting from downtown London. The infection, that officials have yet to name, is spreading again. There had been more reports of walking corpses, and increased attacks and riots on downtown London, police officials advise, staying indoors, and wait the military if need be. Alright our producer said that we need to get out of here!" Jimmy Jerry said as he was cut off.
After a while of starring at the now blank TV with no signal Vernon stood up and hollered, "What kind of name is Jimmy Jerry!"
Harry went to his room and heard a knock on the door. Harry watched as Vernon looked to see who it was. Vernon immediately called for Harry. "Yes uncle Vernon?" Harry asked. "Who is this?" Vernon said angrily. Harry looked and to his disgust and amazement he saw Dumbledore, who at the time had no pants on, and was peeing on the porch. "That's my previous headmaster!" Harry gulped. "Well invite him in, maybe he can help us!" Vernon croaked. Harry opened the door, and Dumbledore tumbled in." "Ahh Vernon me boy!" Dumbledore munched, slapped some ball cream his balls