[ EU ] Write me a scene from Harry Potter where the Vernons are actually the loving family they portray to the rest of the world , and Harry actually does go to a school for the criminally insane

Hooting echoed through number 12 Privet Drive, as the door to the smallest bedroom shook. Every few minutes it would cease and the dull thud of something hitting iron bars could be heard. 
 
 `` Vernon,'' Petunia Dursley implored, `` perhaps we could let him out for just a little?'' She leaned over and turned on the bedside light. 
 
 `` We ca n't darling, you know what happened last year, the snake at that zoo, poor Piers is still too frightened to even talk to Dudley.'' The large man sighed deeply. `` I'll go and see what he wants now.'' Climbing out of bed and pulling on his dressing gown, Vernon made his way across the landing and began unlocking the door to Harry's room. 
 
 Darkness lay thickly in the room. Even the omnipresent glow from the streetlamps outside did n't seem to penetrate the darkness. 
 
 `` They're coming to take me away.'' Harry's voice came from the corner of the room. `` Twoot-woo,'' he added in a melancholy voice. `` My owl is lonely Vernon, she needs to be free.'' 
 
 Vernon carefully took a seat on the bed. `` Hermione? Hermione is your owl Harry?'' SMACK! Harry casually backhanded his uncle, contempt alive behind his eyes. 
 
 `` Her name is Hedwig you filthy Muggle.'' Harry looked over to the window. `` You should just let me go, there are people at Hogwarts who like me.'' 
 
 Vernon suppressed a deep sigh. `` Harry, we spoke about this with Doctor Snape, do you remember?'' He lifted his arm as if to put it across the small boy's shoulders, but pulled back as he remembered Harry's reaction to being touched. `` We agreed that Hogwarts is n't real, it's somewhere you created, somewhere only in your mind.'' 
 
 `` I can get there,'' Harry continued unperturbed, `` you just need to let me out.'' 
 
 `` I'm so sorry Harry, but we ca n't, you remember poor Mrs Fig? What happened to her and her cats?'' 
 
 Harry's eyes narrowed. `` She hated me.'' 
 
 `` No Harry, she really did n't.'' Vernon spoke softly, trying to find some glimmer of understanding in his nephew's eyes. `` Harry, we said last month, when we went for our meeting at the Dumbledore institute that if you were n't willing to make progress, we'd have to consider letting the doctors prescribe Azkabananine to help you. Do you remember?'' Harry pulled away as if stung. 
 
 `` I saved the stone, last year, I saved it, they'll let me back.'' 
 
 From his pyjama pocket he pulled a dusty pebble he'd insisted on collecting from their last visit to the institute. Tears pricked at the corners of the small boy's eyes. 
 
 `` They have to.''
