harry! how wonderful to see you. beds empty! no note! you could've died! you could've been seen! i don't blame you, of course, dear.
you best hope i don't put bars on your window, ronald weasley! care for a spot of tea, harry?
this morning. your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to surrey house and back last night.
that must be errol with the post. fetch him, will you, george? george takes the unconscious errol, absently lays him on a draining board, and takes the letters clutched in his claws.
we'll manage. right then. there's only one place to get all of this.
you first, harry dear. mrs. weasley offers harry a flowerpot. at the bottom is a layer of very soft dust. harry frowns in confusion.
percy. would you mind going first, so harry can see how it's done?
remember to speak clearly, dear!
oh, harry. thank goodness. we hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. come now. we're off to flourish and blotts.
there he is!
oh dear! the train'll be leaving any moment! all together now! hurrying, they race to platforms nine and ten. quickly, percy, fred and george stride briskly toward the stone barrier that divides the platforms -- and simply
go on, ginny. you know what to do. ginny, looking a bit nervous, rushes toward the barrier, closes her eyes, and sleds.
come, ginny. we'll get you a seat.
a diary that writes back to you! honestly, ginny! what were you thinking? haven't i always told you? never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain! harry and ron turn back. see dumbledore regarding them gravely.