No problem, SciFiSam. I copied & pasted this from a post on Yahoo’s Harry Potter for Grownups Site. (Hope this is okay, mods…)
Harry’s bewilderment deepened with every step he took. What on Earth
were they doing in a house that looked as though it belonged to the
darkest of wizards?
“Mrs Weasley, why–”
“Ron and Hermione will explain everything, dear. I’ve really got to
dash,” Mrs Weasley whispered distractedly. “There.” They had reached
the second landing. “You’re the door on the right. I’ll call you when
it’s over!” And she hurried off downstairs again.
Harry crossed the dingy landing, turned the bedroom doorknob, which
was shaped like a serpent’s head, and opened the door. He caught a
brief glimpse of a gloomy, high-ceilinged, twin-bedded room; then
there was a loud, twittering noise, followed by an even louder
shriek, and his vision was completely obscured by a large quantity of
very bushy hair.
Hermione had thrown herself onto him in a hug that nearly knocked him
flat, while Ron’s tiny owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed excitedly round and
round their heads.
“Harry! Ron, he’s here! Harry’s here! We didn’t hear you arrive. Oh,
how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I’ll
bet you have. I know our letters were useless, but we couldn’t tell
you anything! Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn’t! Oh, we’ve got so
much to tell you! And you’ve got to tell us! The Dementors…when we
heard…and that Ministry hearing…it’s just outrageous! I’ve looked
it all up. They can’t expel you! They just can’t! There’s provision
in the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of
magic in life-threatening situations–”
“Let him breathe, Hermione,” said Ron, grinning, closing the door
behind Harry. He seemed to have grown several more inches during
their month apart, making him taller and more gangly-looking than
ever, though the long nose, bright red hair and freckles were the
same.
I don’t suppose you could transcribe it, could you? (I understand if you don’t want to).
