But how on earth was he going to persuade Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to sign the form?

Aunt Petunia, who was bony and horse-faced, whipped around and peered intently out of the kitchen window.

Harry knew Aunt Petunia would simply love to be the one to call the hot line number.

"Very true," said Aunt Petunia, who was still squinting into next door's runner beans.

In next to no time, Aunt Petunia was shrieking up the stairs for Harry to come down and get ready to welcome their guest.

Aunt Petunia snapped as he reached the hall.

Aunt Petunia cooked a fancy dinner and Uncle Vernon uncorked several bottles of wine.

Aunt Petunia was sipping coffee with her little finger sticking out.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were looking extremely tense.

Harry's Aunt Petunia, his mother's sister, makes that bond complete by taking Harry into her home.