We've Nowhere Else to Go

A rocky jut of an island, off a craggy coast, afforded the last vestige of hope. The wind howled like the abyss claiming a much-deserving soul. Rain thrashed the windows with unrelenting vigor. Lighting cackled and thunder roared. "Uncle Vernon, will they find us here?" An over the top short of the wizarding world tracking Harry down. Meant as humor for being opposite.