It was a cloudless summer day, which was very rare indeed in London. Mr. Dursley got into his business coat and bowler hat and went out into the driveway. He smiled at the blue skies and the warmth of the air surrounding him. "Ahhhhhhh......" he sighed as he got into his car. When he started to drive, he looked back on the sign that showed the address of his house. And there, on the wooden board that read, "4 Privet Drive", was that damn cat.
That fucked up stalker cat had been sitting there for 3 days now, and all Vernon could do was drive past, and shake his head at the eerie chill that went up his spine when he saw it. Petunia, his wife, had warned him about their biological family. He had to keep himself from gagging everytime he thought of them. Petunia had said many things about them....scary things. According to her they were "freaks", "circus clowns" and a "whole species altogether". But what Mr. Dursley didn't know was that he would have to live with one for 11 years.
Vernon drove until he got into the city. His jaw dropped when he saw thousands of people crowding the streets with queer attire. Cloaks, big pointed hats, and......umbrellas??? Mr. Dursley was disgusted, and as he leaned out the window to shout, "FAGS!!!" he realized that they were all whispering excitedly to one another.
"The only one to ever survive the Killing Curse!" "They're calling him the boy who lived!" "No, I doubt he'll ever return to power. We may be magical, but we're not immortal." "I wonder where he'll go, seeing as he's now an orphan!"
Mr. Dursley was very confused, and decided to drive home and call his wife at work. Little did he know that the next day his world would turn upside down and he'd get a shitty nephew that he would have to care for.
