harry! harry! harry bounds down the stairs and into the front hall, where his aunt petunia and cousin dudley stand stiffly. petunia flicks a bit of fluff from dudley's sweater, glowers crossly at harry, and jerks her head toward the door.
well, go on. open it. harry reaches for the knob when -- blam! -- it bursts open, revealing a large, waddling woman and a large waddling bulldog . uncle vernon lurches forward out of the teeming rain, an enormous suitcase in hand, and drops it on harry.
marge! welcome! how was the train?
ah. how.  unfortunate.
nothing. that is.  he didn't work. he was -- unemployed.
oh my goodness! marge!