A figure was waiting outside the doors as Hermione strode up to the station, distractedly pondering how long this entire process might take.  A throat cleared, and she looked up with her hand outstretched to the door handle to see Dudley Dursley, decked out in his police uniform and looking like he was on duty.  A cackle bubbled up and out of her, realizing that Harry’s cousin was the one out there waiting—for her, it seemed.