'What sort of things did you hear, Popkin?' breathed Aunt Petunia, very white-faced and with tears in her eyes.
'Open it!' Harry urged her. 'Get it over with! It'll happen anyway.'
'You need to what?' said Harry nervously.
'Bearing south!' shouted Mad-Eye. Town ahead!'
The Advance Guard
'DUDLEY!' roared Uncle Vernon. 'I want to know exactly what happened to my son!'
They won't,' said Harry.
But Dudley seemed incapable of saying. He shuddered again and shook his large blond head, and despite the sense of numb dread that had settled on Harry since the arrival of the first owl, he felt a certain curiosity. Dementors caused a person to relive the worst moments of their life. What would spoiled, pampered, bullying Dudley have been forced to hear?
And now his temper was rising again. Wasn't anybody going to say 'well done' for fighting off two Dementors single-handed? Both Mr Weasley and Sirius were acting as though he'd misbehaved, and were saving their tellings-off until they could ascertain how much damage had been done.
'Where are we going? The Burrow?' Harry asked hopefully.
'Hard left, hard left, there's a Muggle looking up!' shouted Moody from behind him. Tonks swerved and Harry followed her, watching his trunk swinging wildly beneath her broom. 'We need more height . . . give it another quarter of a mile!'
'Got it,' he muttered, raising what looked like a silver cigarette lighter into the air and clicking it.
The Advance Guard
'I want the truth about what happened tonight!' barked Uncle Vernon. 'If it was Demenders who hurt Dudley, how come you've been expelled? You did you-know-what, you've admitted, it!'
'And they'll sentence you there?'
'Go on, son,' said Uncle Vernon, 'what did he do?'
'Remus says you're a good flier,' said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep voice.
'De - men - tors,' said Harry slowly and clearly. Two of them.'
'Come on,' said Moody, unlocking the back door with his wand.