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Petunia: Where you belong.
Petunia: This is what you'll going to be wearing, when I finish dyeing it.
Harry: That's Dudley's old uniform.
Harry: It'll fit me like bits of old elephant skin.
Petunia: It'll fit you well enough.
Petunia: Go get the post. Go!
Vernon: Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.
Dudley: Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!
Harry: Hey, give it back! It's mine!
Vernon: Yours? Who'd be writing to you?
Vernon: No more mail through this letterbox.
Petunia: Have a lovely day at the office, dear.
Vernon: Shoo! Go on.
Vernon: Fine day, Sunday.
Vernon: In my opinion, best day of the week.
Vernon: Why is that, Dudley?
Harry: Because there's no post on Sundays?
Vernon: Right you are, Harry!
Vernon: No post on Sunday.
Vernon: No blasted letters today! No, sir.
Vernon: Not one single bloody letter. Not one!
Vernon: No, sir, not one blasted, miserable...
Dudley: Stop it!
Dudley: Mummy, what's happening?
Vernon: Give me that!
Vernon: Give me that letter!
Harry: Get off!
Harry: They're my letters!
Harry: Let go of me!
Vernon: That's it!
Vernon: We're going away!
Vernon: Far away, where they can't find us!
Dudley: Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?
Harry: Make a wish, Harry.
Vernon: Who's there?
Hagrid: Sorry about that.
Vernon: I demand that you leave at once, Sir!
Vernon: You are breaking and entering!
Hagrid: Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.
Hagrid: Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry.
Hagrid: But you're a bit more along than I would have expected.
Hagrid: Particularly 'round the middle.
Dudley: I'm not Harry.
Harry: I am.
Hagrid: Well, of course you are.
Hagrid: Got something for you.
Hagrid: Afraid I might have sat on it at somepoint, but I imagine it'll taste fine just the same.
Hagrid: Baked it myself, words and all.
Harry: Thank you.
Hagrid: It's not every day that your young man turns 11, now is it?
Harry: Excuse me, who are you?
Hagrid: Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.
Hagrid: Of course, you know all about Hogwarts.
Harry: Sorry, no.
Hagrid: No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?
Harry: Learnt what?
Hagrid: You're a wizard, Harry.
Harry: I'm a what?
Hagrid: A wizard.
Hagrid: And a thumping good one, I'd wager, once you're trained up little.
Harry: No, you've made a mistake.
Harry: I mean...l can't be a wizard.
Harry: I mean, I'm just Harry.
Harry: Just Harry.
Hagrid: Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen?
Hagrid: Anything you couldn't explain, when you were angry or scared?
Harry: Dear Mr. Potter,
Harry: "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."""
Vernon: He will not be going there!
Vernon: We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.
Harry: You knew?
Harry: You knew all along and you never told me?
Petunia: Of course we knew.
Petunia: How could you not be?
Petunia: My perfect sister being who she was.
Petunia: My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter.
Petunia: We have a witch in the family.
Petunia: "Isn't it wonderful?"""
Petunia: I was the only one to see her for what she was.
Petunia: A freak!
Petunia: Then she met that Potter, and then she had you...
Petunia: and I knew you would be the same.
Petunia: Just as strange, just as abnormal.
Petunia: And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up!
Petunia: And we got landed with you.
Harry: Blown up?
Harry: You told me my parents died in a car crash.
Hagrid: A car crash?
Hagrid: A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?
Petunia: We had to say something.
Hagrid: It's an outrage!
Hagrid: It's a scandal!
Vernon: He'll not be going.
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?
Harry: Muggle?
Hagrid: Non-magic folk.
Hagrid: This boy's had his name down ever since he were born.
Hagrid: He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world and...
Hagrid: he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.
Vernon: I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks.

Petunia: Where you belong.

Petunia: This is what you'll going to be wearing, when I finish dyeing it.

Harry: That's Dudley's old uniform.

Harry: It'll fit me like bits of old elephant skin.

Petunia: It'll fit you well enough.

Petunia: Go get the post. Go!

Vernon: Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

Dudley: Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!

Harry: Hey, give it back! It's mine!

Vernon: Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

Vernon: No more mail through this letterbox.

Petunia: Have a lovely day at the office, dear.

Vernon: Shoo! Go on.

Vernon: Fine day, Sunday.

Vernon: In my opinion, best day of the week.

Vernon: Why is that, Dudley?

Harry: Because there's no post on Sundays?

Vernon: Right you are, Harry!

Vernon: No post on Sunday.

Vernon: No blasted letters today! No, sir.

Vernon: Not one single bloody letter. Not one!

Vernon: No, sir, not one blasted, miserable...

Dudley: Stop it!

Dudley: Mummy, what's happening?

Vernon: Give me that!

Vernon: Give me that letter!

Harry: Get off!

Harry: They're my letters!

Harry: Let go of me!

Vernon: That's it!

Vernon: We're going away!

Vernon: Far away, where they can't find us!

Dudley: Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?

Harry: Make a wish, Harry.

Vernon: Who's there?

Hagrid: Sorry about that.

Vernon: I demand that you leave at once, Sir!

Vernon: You are breaking and entering!

Hagrid: Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.

Hagrid: Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry.

Hagrid: But you're a bit more along than I would have expected.

Hagrid: Particularly 'round the middle.

Dudley: I'm not Harry.

Harry: I am.

Hagrid: Well, of course you are.

Hagrid: Got something for you.

Hagrid: Afraid I might have sat on it at somepoint, but I imagine it'll taste fine just the same.

Hagrid: Baked it myself, words and all.

Harry: Thank you.

Hagrid: It's not every day that your young man turns 11, now is it?

Harry: Excuse me, who are you?

Hagrid: Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.

Hagrid: Of course, you know all about Hogwarts.

Harry: Sorry, no.

Hagrid: No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?

Harry: Learnt what?

Hagrid: You're a wizard, Harry.

Harry: I'm a what?

Hagrid: A wizard.

Hagrid: And a thumping good one, I'd wager, once you're trained up little.

Harry: No, you've made a mistake.

Harry: I mean...l can't be a wizard.

Harry: I mean, I'm just Harry.

Harry: Just Harry.

Hagrid: Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen?

Hagrid: Anything you couldn't explain, when you were angry or scared?

Harry: Dear Mr. Potter,

Harry: "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."""

Vernon: He will not be going there!

Vernon: We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.

Harry: You knew?

Harry: You knew all along and you never told me?

Petunia: Of course we knew.

Petunia: How could you not be?

Petunia: My perfect sister being who she was.

Petunia: My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter.

Petunia: We have a witch in the family.

Petunia: "Isn't it wonderful?"""

Petunia: I was the only one to see her for what she was.

Petunia: A freak!

Petunia: Then she met that Potter, and then she had you...

Petunia: and I knew you would be the same.

Petunia: Just as strange, just as abnormal.

Petunia: And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up!

Petunia: And we got landed with you.

Harry: Blown up?

Harry: You told me my parents died in a car crash.

Hagrid: A car crash?

Hagrid: A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?

Petunia: We had to say something.

Hagrid: It's an outrage!

Hagrid: It's a scandal!

Vernon: He'll not be going.

Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?

Harry: Muggle?

Hagrid: Non-magic folk.

Hagrid: This boy's had his name down ever since he were born.

Hagrid: He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world and...

Hagrid: he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.

Vernon: I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks.