Nineteen years later...
"We need new towels", Ron said as he scraped the last of the shower droplets off his body. "Anyway, I'm going to the shops, do you want anything?"
Harry sucked hard on his Silk Cut 100.
"No thanks, Darling", he said "No thanks.".
Outside, it was just possible to hear the wail of sirens through the Saturday morning bustle. It reminded Harry of owls he once knew.
"It's great living here, isn't it?" chirped Ron, with an enthusiam which seemed at odds with the peeling wallpaper and nicotine stained walls surrounding the pair.
"Yeah" said Harry, "It's magic.".