Especially at the looks on Dumbledore and McGonagall's faces.
"Oh, I believe alright," Harry started, "I believe you (pointing at Dumbledore) and you (pointing at McGonagall) are both obviously senile and have escaped the insane asylum and have obviously dragged your poor minder (gestured at Snape) along with this insanity," Harry turned to look at Snape with a 'I feel sorry that you have to care for loony's' look on his face, "Would you like me to give you the directions back to the asylum, so you can put the patients back in their beds." It took all of Snape's self control not to crack a smile at the emerald eyed boy, or even worse…laugh. You do believe in magic, of course?" The last part was more a statement than a question. We are here from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Yes." "I am Professor Dumbledore, and these are Professors McGonagall and Snape. Potter?" Dumbledore asked, smiling, overlooking the fact that Harry was obviously malnourished (which in turn caused both Snape and McGonagall to cast the Snape Glare of Death™ upon him). The sound of shifting footsteps, the lock unlocking and the door was opened by a short black-haired boy who didn't look older than eight with emerald green eyes. "Boy! Get the door!" they heard from inside.
*** Dumbledore ignored Snape's grumbling and McGonagall's sighs as he rang the doorbell. Harry has been ignoring the letters (rather than Vernon having to destroy them). Scene Description: Instead of Hagrid getting Harry, it's Dubmledore, Snape, and McGonagall.
If I actually owned Harry Potter, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction? This story is extremely popular over on FF.net, so I thought I'd post it over here.
Please note, I own nothing but the general idea of this story.