Runs for it.

Harry shook herself out of her trance, reluctantly moving her hands away from her brand-new tits and pussy. As much as she would like to spend some time enjoying herself, or maybe teasing her helpless cousin, she was now on the clock. She'd been threatened in her second year for using magic in front of a muggle (even if she hadn't actually done it), and nearly expelled for the same in her fifth year. Merlin alone knew what the Ministry would do to her this time.

With a few quick waves of her wand, she sent the essentials into her suitcase. She slipped on a set of her old robes - not a great fit with her new body but better than nothing - and then summoned her Invisibility Cloak with a wave of her wand, grabbing it out of the air and throwing it on. She continued moving quickly, bits of herself flashing into view as they poked out from under the cloak. She attached Hedwig's cage and her suitcase to her broom, then climbed onto it and carefully maneuvered out the window, doing her best to cover the whole with her cloak.

With a smirk, she leaned back in, pointing her wand at Dudley. "Best to muddy the waters as much as possible," she commented. "Obliviate!". She'd never tried that spell before, and she had no idea whether her spell had done nothing, left Dudley a blank slate, or something in between. Whatever the results, it was time for her to go.

Shifting on her broom, she rocketed away from Privet Drive.