Petunia picks him up

It was his Aunt Petunia, who met him at the King's Cross station. He couldn't tell if she had been drinking or had taken one of Dudley's , his cousin had after all started to Dealing with it. The Blood protection saved him from police and similar things. His cousin truly loved him for it, 'his very own words'.

She was animated and actually more friendly. She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it when she met him. "My, you have gotten much taller since the last time we meet. You look... studlier."

" Thanks I think." Harry started as he looked at her.

Petunia made her way to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then headed out the car.

Inside the car wasn't his Uncle Vernon, the walrus of a man would never let his wife drive his car.

Sitting down and buckling himself in, Harry glanced at his Aunt, not sure why she is so happy.