THE BOY WHO LIVED
The Dursley, who resided at 4 Privet Drive, were pleased to declare that they were absolutely normal. They were the last individuals you'd anticipate being involved in anything odd or intriguing,simply because they couldn't support such rubbish.
Mr. Dursley was the director of Grunnings, a company that produced drills. Although he didn't have much neck, he was a huge, burly man with a massive mustache. Mrs. Dursley had blonde hair, was trim, and roughly twice as much neck as normal, which was quite helpful as she spent so much time peering over garden fences and observing people. Dudley was a young son of the Dursleys, and at their home. There was no finer boy around, in my opinion.
The Dursleys had everything they desired, but they also held a secret, which they feared would be found out. They didn't believe they could handle it if the Potters were discovered. Mrs.Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, though the two hadn't spoken in a while; Mrs. Dursley actually feigned not to have a sibling because her sister and her selfish husband were as un Dursley as it could be.potential to be.
The Dursleys trembled as they imagined what the neighborhood would say if the Potters showed up on their doorstep. The Potters' tiny boy was also known to the Dursleys, but they had never even met him. This teen was yet another compelling argument to keep the Potters at bay; they didn't want to dudley interacting in that way with a child.
Nothing about the overcast sky outside when Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dismal, gray Tuesday where our narrative begins suggested that odd and unexplained things would soon start happening all throughout the nation. While Mrs. Dursley dragged a wailing Dudley into his high chair, Mr. Dursley hummed as he chose his most uninteresting tie for work.
They were all unaware of a huge, tawny owl flying by the window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, kissed Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and attempted to kiss Dudley goodbye but was unsuccessful due to Dudley's current temper tantrum and cereal-throwing at the walls. Mr. Dursley laughed as he left the house, calling her a "little tyke." He entered his vehicle and pulled away from number four.
He initially became aware of something odd when he saw a cat reading a map on the street corner. Mr. Dursley momentarily failed to comprehend what he had just saw before jerking his head around to take another look. On the corner of Privet Drive, a tabby cat was there, but no map was to be found. What would he have been considering? It had to be a lighting illusion. Mr. Dursley looked at the cat while blinking. It returned my gaze.
Mr. Dursley saw the cat in his rearview mirror as he traveled up the road and turned the bend. Now it was glancing at the sign that stated Privet Drive rather than reading it because cats couldn't read signs or maps. Mr. Dursley gave himself a gentle shake and decided to forget about the cat. He had only one idea as he approached town: a sizable order of drills he hoped to receive that day.
To be continued..,
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