Uncle Vernon was pulling on his car coat. "I'm not taking you, " he snarled as he turned to see Harry watching him. "Like I wanted to come, " said Harry coldly. "I want to ask you something."
Oh boy, Harry's starting to sound like a teenager. ;)
"It's damn good of Vernon and Petunia to keep you. Wouldn't have done it myself. You'd have gone straight to an orphanage if you'd been dumped on my doorstep."
Harry was bursting to say he'd rather live in an orphanage than with the Dursleys...
Imagine how different the books would be if Harry went to an orphanage. It would be interesting and make his life even more similar to Tom's.
Her great red face started to expand, her tiny eyes bulged, and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech -- next second, several buttons had just burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls -- she was inflating like a monstrous balloon, her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband, each or her fingers blowing up like a salami --
Harry! Control your temper, please. :(
And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwig's age under his arm.
:(
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