Harry Potter and the Deathly Choices
Julian Bustos (based on the writings of J.K Rowling)
It was time for Harry to depart from the Dursley’s for the last time. The order was coming to move him to the burrow tonight. He would be safer there. And the Dursley’s would be safer away from Little Whinging. Aunt Petunia, whose face had been buried in her handkerchief, looked around at the sound. She did not seem to have expected to find herself alone with Harry. Hastily stowing her wet handkerchief into her pocket, she said, “Well-goodbye,” and marched toward the door without looking at him.
“Goodbye,” said Harry.
She stopped and looked back. For a moment Harry had the strangest feeling that she wanted to say something to him. She gave him an odd, tremulous look and seemed to teeter on the edge of speech, but then, with a little jerk of her head, she bustled out of the room after her husband and son.

