Harry Dursley Potter (a HP fanfic)

Chapter 1: The Dursleys

The Dursley have been known around the neighbourhood as a friendly happy family. The husband and father, Mr. Vernon Dursley, a chubby man with a job as a drill salesman. Your first impression of him might be a stern fat man, complaining and frowning so much that his brows would stick together in the middle. But according to the family that know the Dursleys, called him the Jolly fat man. Because he dresses as Santa Claus every Christmas and visits the kids around the block with his family! The wife and mother, Petunia, was the opposite of her husband, thin and bony, and looked somehow like a horse. But she was the ideal housewife, 24 hours caring for her family. 'She is either seen kissing her husband goodbye for work, bringing groceries home, or out in the garden fixing the pots and plants while chatting with the ladies next door about the news.' their neighbour, Mrs. Figg commented. Her son, Dudley Dursley was the younger version of Vernon, he had a round body shape, a double chin. He never lost weight despite running and playing with his friends often in the playground nearby, or as his friends would describe it "rolling" around the playground, since if you observe Dudley from a far distance, you can only make out silhouette of a ball. But the most peculiar thing, was there was another child in the family, who just suddenly appeared one day. The neighbours often saw him helping Petunia in the garden, welcoming Vernon home from work, or playing with Dudley. The Dursleys treated the boy as their own, but whenever the neighbour's kids ask where he came from, Vernon's face would become serious as Petunia led the boys back in the house. The boy was definitely odd compared to the family, he was a small skinny boy, with baggy clothes and huge round glasses. Unlike the jumpy Dudley, the boy was quiet, he never talked, only smiled. Which made him quite a mystery to the others.

'Harry!' Petunia's shrilly voice called from the bottom of the stairs, 'You're late for breakfast!' 'I'll get him.' Dudley volunteered, he waddled up the stairs, his second chin and his stomach bouncing up and down each step. 'Harry!' he called into the second bedroom, to find an empty bed. 'He's not here!' Dudley panicked. 'Here I am.' Harry's head popped out of the cupboard under the stairs. 'Harry, I told you please don't stay in there, you'll get allergies!' Petunia said worried. 'But I like it here, it's like my reading corner!' Harry said. Suddenly, Dudley put his big arm around Harry's neck, causing Harry to jump in surprise, he said, 'C'mon let's have breakfast!'

Harry went in the dining room to find a large banner with the words "Happy Birthday Harry!", and a smiling Mr. Dursley with a big present. 'Happy Birthday my boy.' Vernon cried. Harry gasped, his mouth dangling. Petunia sat him in front of a big stack of pancakes. 'Eat up Harry, we need to fatten you up!' she joked. Dudley sat beside him as they dug into the delicious breakfast. 'Here you go Harry.' Vernon handed him the big box covered in scarlet wrappings and gold ribbons. 'Thanks!' Harry cried, he opened the wrappings and found a large stack of colourful books. 'The Roald Dahl series? Thank you so much!' Harry was extremely pleased, while Dudley look at the books with disbelief. 'Books?! But I got 37 gifts on my birthday! Where are the others for Harry?' Vernon looked shocked, Harry laughed it off, Dudley can be a bit spoiled sometimes. They sang Happy Birthday as Petunia took out a beautifully iced cake.

In the afternoon, Harry read quietly in the cupboard under the stair, he hugged his blanket tightly, it was the only thing his parents left him after the car crash, which killed them. He was placed on the footsteps of his aunt and uncle's as a baby, who raised him like their own, with Dudley, his cousin and best friend. Harry was grateful for his aunt and uncle, although he do wish to get to know his parents, as something felt missing in him.

The sound of letters slipping through the mail slot was heard. 'Harry, would you be a dear and get the mail for me?' Petunia asked from the kitchen. 'Sure.' Harry called back, he grabbed the letters, the water bill, Dudley's school report, and a strange letter, with the word H, printed on the stamp. "Mr. H. Potter," it read on the envelope, "The second bedroom on the second floor, 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." he turned the envelope, to the figure on the stamp. Walking into the lounge, he handed Vernon his letters. 'What you got there, Harry?' Dudley asked curiously. 'Aunt Petunia.' Harry said. Petunia looked up from her dishes, a plate in her hand, she smiled as a response. Harry spoke, 'Where is Hogwarts?'

Aunt Petunia's plate dropped, it crashed to the ground into a million pieces. 'What's wrong dear?' Vernon rushed to his wife who looked like she was about to faint, her smile was gone and her face as white as a piece of paper. Harry jumped away when the plate smashed, barely avoiding it, also shocked. Dudley walked over to checked on Harry and his mum. Petunia muttered something, 'Th...the letter...Hog...Hogwarts...Lilly...' then she passed out.

I'm also very sorry to say my updates will not be quick, I have lots of quizzes and exams are coming up! I'll try my best, thank you again for reading this! ;D