Hogwarts

Harry rolls carefully onto his back so not to disturb his sister too much and tried to remember the dream he had been having consisting of a flying motorcycle. "Up! get up!" Their aunt yells through the door of their cupboard beneath the stairs.* "I want the girl to look after the bacon and the boy to prepare coffee. Don't mess anything up. I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday." Aunt Petunia hisses harshly through the door.