Looking around, Harry shook his head, "What I want, I can't get here. But that's okay. I found a new life and a new family. One that accepts me for who and what I am. I think that's more than most people have. Talk to Bill, Dudley. I did not come here to evict you. I'll give you ... three-hundred pounds a month, a hundred for each of you, as long as you can prove that every week, one of you tried to get a job. Every Friday, Gringotts will send an owl, and you will give evidence of your attempts. I don't care if it's an office job, sweeper or cashier at the local supermarket. You can live here, rent-free, until you get your feet back under yourself." He looked at his aunt and uncle. "If you don't want to have anything to do with the wizarding world, you are, of course, free to pack up and go, and I will make sure that you will never, ever hear from me and mine again."