Vernon growled as he shot out of bed, stomping down the hallway, preparing to shout. There was a crash and Vernon bounded towards the door wrenching it open. He stopped dead as he stared at a flying Ford Anglia, with three red heads sticking out, staring back.

"He's getting away!!" Vernon shouted, pouncing on Harry as he slid out the window. Grunting under the pressure of the car, Vernon felt his vice-like grip slip, and watched in slow motion as the car took off, his shout caught in his throat as he flew out the window, landing in the bushes.