The news was just drawing to an end, another thoroughly riveting report about the weather and the hosepipe ban, and absolutely no news about anything that sounded even slightly magical in nature. Harry didn’t bother standing up - if he could avoid Vernon attempting to strangle him through the window he would. He tensed instinctively against the loud crack he knew would startle him - eyes closed, breath held, and muscles taut. Except it never came. Huh. He hadn’t planned for this.