Hyacinth Potter Reading the Books

|♧The Girl Who Lived♧|

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THE GIRL WHO LIVED

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were very 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.

"Why do these mortals even matter? I thought we were reading about Percy's soulmate?" A voice from the crowd calls out a question."Young one, that will be seen soon." Thanatos replies softly, surprisingly without anger at being interrupted.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors.

In their descriptions, many people, including Aphrodite and her children, pull faces of disgust.

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. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley sister, but they hadn't met in several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley, she didn't have a sister, and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it possibly to be

"Thats dumb, hating people because they aren't like you and your own sister at that. How distasteful." Will mutters. Besides him, Nico nods in agreement, having to suffer with other campers fearing and/or disliking him all because he is the son of Hades.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew they had a small daughter, too, but they had never seen her. This girl was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing a child like that.

"And just what would be wrong with her?" Percy asks sarcastically with annoyance and anger in his tone. Sally looked at her son with an understanding smile, wondering how she got blessed with a son like Percy.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on a dull, grey Tuesday our story starts. There was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

"The most boring tie? Are you serious?" A child of Aphrodite muses with a dead tone. Many of the mothers in the room pull faces at the woman having to wrestle her son, screaming into his high chair. Hera looks upon the half-bloods in distaste, especially her husbands, living proof of his infidelity, wondering if any of these had acted in similar ways.

None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.

At the mention of her prized animals, Athena's lips contorted into a small grin.

At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase and pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and he tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house.

"Is this mortal serious? That behavior is appalling!" Hera admonished, many others in the room had agreed with her views.

He got into the car and backed out of number fours drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed something peculiar, a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realise what he had seen - then 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.