Part 3

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Chapter 2

The Dursleys were a family who would be arrogantly proud to say they were perfectly normal thank you very much. The neighbors, though, would heavily disagree with that statement.

The wife of the household, a Mrs. Petunia Dursley, had the neck of a giraffe, beady eyes of a bird (that glinted meanly when holding juicy gossip), and a stick-thin body that was her idea of a housewife.

The husband and patriarch of the family, Mr. Vernon Dursley, was ostensibly proud of his little-to-none accomplishments. He was a five-year senior manager at the local drill company Grunnings. Mr. Dursely also had a very young and beautiful secretary who he always treated to lunch on weekdays. As for Mr. Dursley's appearance? He was so overweight that you couldn't see his neck at all. The neighbors couldn't believe he had a wife (however little charm she had) nor being a high enough position at Grunnings to always have the newest items on the market.

The son of this coupling was gossiped about by the housewives of the neighborhood as the biggest brat there could ever live. Dudley Dursley would beat up anyone who happened to have something that he wanted. Of course, even though the complaints piled up Mrs. Dursely couldn't find herself believing such rotten things about her "sweetums."

The star of the show of how not normal the Dursleys are was their nephew. The police never investigated the Dursley family despite the child being screamed at here and there as "boy," "freak," and "bastard" being the most common ones. The child's real name was Hadrian "Harry" James Potter. He was the most normal of the lot.

Potter was always quiet, polite, and called adults ma'am or sir. He loved doing chores even if they were forced on him first. Even though he was doing far too much at his young age the neighbors would give him a generous amount of money to hide away wherever he could in that bloated household he was stuck in. Harry soon became the most accepted person out of House Number Four, Privet Drive.

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