“I had a dream about a motorbike,” Harry said, suddenly remembering, “It was moving.”
Uncle Vernon stopped the car suddenly and was almost suffocated by an airbag. He turned around the face Harry. “MOTORBIKES DON’T MOVE!”
Dudley sniggered while Piers started to cry.
“Um…yes they do.” Harry said, raising a delicate eyebrow and Uncle Vernon.