The rope-Portkey took Harry, Sirius, and the three Grangers to a dodgy place. By Harry’s right shoulder was a boarded-up building with peeling yellow paint. Ten or twelve feet to Harry’s left was a rusting chain-link fence that ran parallel to the yellow wall of the building. Harry’s feet stood on cracked concrete that was covered with broken glass in several colours, and paper rubbish. In short, where Harry was now at was not a place where he would want to be after dark; though Dudley might fit in perfectly.