¡°Yeh can¡¯ really remember who yeh are after a while. An¡¯ yeh can¡¯ really see the point o¡¯ livin¡¯ at all. I used ter hope I'd jus¡¯ die in me sleep. When they let me out, it was like bein¡¯ born again, ev'rythin¡¯ came floodin¡¯ back, it was the bes¡¯ feelin¡¯ in the world. Mind, the Dementors weren't keen on lettin¡¯ me go.¡±
Dudley came waddling down the hall, his blond hair plastered flat to his fat head, a bow tie just visible under his many chins. Aunt Marge thrust the suitcase into Harry's stomach, knocking the wind out of him, seized Dudley in a tight one-armed hug, and planted a large kiss on his cheek.
¡°Are you going to report me?¡± Harry asked her, grinning.
Malfoy suddenly caught sight of Ron. His pale face split in a malevolent grin.