Ron

It's not much, but it's home.

Harry

I think it's brilliant.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! [notices Harry; kindly] Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear. [to her sons; miffed] Beds empty?! No note?! Car gone?! You could have died! You could have been seen! Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear.

Ron

They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window.

Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast. [A short time later, she makes breakfast as Ginny comes down the stairs and enters the kitchen] Here we are, Harry. Now tuck in. That's it. There we go.

Ginny

Mummy, have you seen my jumper?

Yes, dear, it was on the cat.

Harry

Hello. [Ginny shyly runs off; confused] What did I do?

Ron

Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. Bit annoying, really.

Morning, Weasleys!

Morning, Dad.

What a night. Nine raids. Nine!

Harry

Raids?

Ron

Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating.

Well, now, and who are you?

Harry

Oh, sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter.

Good Lord, are you really? Well, Ron has told us all about you, of course. When did he get here?

This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.

Did you really? How'd it go? I mean, that was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you. Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?

Harry

Oh, um...

Well, that'll be Errol with the post. [Errol bumps into the window due to his poorly eyesight] Oh, fetch it, will you, Percy, please?

Errol...

Ron

He's always doing that.

Oh, look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us Harry's as well.

Dumbledore must know you're here, Harry. Doesn't miss a trick, that man.

This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spell books alone are very expensive.

We'll manage. There's only one place we're going to get all of this: Diagon Alley.