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One fine morning, Harry found himself opening the door to see a pair of people wearing suits and asking him if his parents were home. He honestly didn't know what to say in this situation, so he just said no.
"Oh, it's okay, sweetie. Do you know when they'll be coming home?" Well. He didn't see a point in lying, and he technically told the truth, unless these people thought of cemeteries as homes for the dead.
"Uh, they aren't coming home, because they're dead." These people didn't look too surprised. Harry wondered why not.
"Well, are your guardians home?"
"Yeah, but why are you asking?"
"We would like to talk to your guardians, please. Can you tell them that we're here?"
And that was how Harry found himself being driven away from the Dursleys by the very same people a few weeks later.