After a moment of silence, only broken by the woman’s heavy breathing, loud thumping sounds came from inside the house. It became louder and louder until a bigger blob came from behind the woman; Harry guessed it was Vernon. He got carried into the house and got set down on the table, still in his wicker basket. He squinted to get a better look at the couple. They both looked pasty white as they both looked up and down a letter that was probably attached to Harry. Again, the woman said, "Vernon.." but it wasn’t in a scream; it was in a broken whisper. A choking noise came from her, "My sister... she... this is her son. Lily and her freak of a husband got themselves blown up. He has nowhere else to go..." she trailed off, obviously reminiscing.