Harry took no notice, too busy gazing intently about the street below, hoping desperately to pick up on any sign of an approaching accompaniment of witches and wizards coming to take him away. He observed passively as the Dursley’s climbed into their car (Dudley offering him a slight wave) and until they drove away and were no longer visible. Then, he resumed his watch. However, as a wise man once said, a watched pot never boils, and eventually Harry threw in the towel, opting instead to lie prone on his bed and cuddle his pillow to his chest with his eyes closed. They’d arrive when they arrived.