Petunia yelled down the basement opening. Honestly, Dudley or Vernon should have taken the trash out last night, but neither of them were going to do it. Not with Harry as their scapegoat. Said boy woke with a sore bum. But his mind was a blank and numb escape. So he got dressed and put on his glasses before groggily going up the stairs to get the trash. He then hoisted it carefully and left out the backdoor, reaching the big trashcan for it to be dumped outside properly. The morning sun had just risen and the warmth blessed the poor child's face before he went back inside and awaited for more orders from his aunt.