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#003 :: The bitter future
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"Hmm change of pov's, it's in Third person pov form now" Sirius announced.
THIRD PERSON POV
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
"Uh now who the hell are they" Rabastan murmured dumbfounded at their thoughts.
The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.
"Me?" James asked pointing towards himself. "Are they any other potters too?" He asked looking at sirius with a confused face.
Mrs.Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years;in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.
"Uh guys what?" James whispered with a dumbfounded face. Even euphemia and fleamont glanced at each other with a confused look. While on the other hand lily seemed to have got a wind of the situation and if it was true, she shook her head.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs.Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed,because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls.
"Such a spoiled kid" Molly gasped, along with other mothers.
"Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight.
"Minnie is that you?" James and sirius asked together to which McGonagall shrugged.
Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror.
As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people!
"Oh they are mud-muggles" Rabastan cleared his throat after getting that glare from Regulus.
It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their son, Harry" Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it
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The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)
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