The Reaction to the Dursleys
Vernon Dursley had just woken up after an uneasy sleep. He turned round to see if his wife, Petunia, was still asleep. Like he had guessed, she was still in a deep sleep. He silently tiptoed out of the bed to get changed into his suit for work.
Vernon went into the kitchen to put on the coffee for him, and went to the bread bin.
"Where is it?" he asked himself confused. "Where are my Pancakes?" he asked angrily.
"Oh sorry there is none left, I forgot to buy them when I was at the Supermarket last night." Said the newly woken Petunia.
"Okay… I'll just have toast instead…" Vernon said while trying to keep his temper low.
As a red-faced Vernon buttered his toast, Petunia looked out side the kitchen window. The milkman was walking away from the driveway and for some strange reason kept looking back at the front door while scratching his head. Petunia looked at Vernon, who was still roughly scraping butter on his toast muttering things like, how hard is it to get pancakes around here?
Petunia walked towards the front door to get the milk from her doorstep, and to her surprise, milk was not the only thing that was sitting by her door. A little bundle of cloth with a letter along side was lying straight on front of her. It was a beautiful baby boy!
"Vernon, come quick!" she said sharply.
"Oh don't tell me that stupid old man gave us out of date milk again, he is the milk man, not the CHEESE man!" Vernon joked as he came to the door. He stood shocked at the sight of a baby boy, about the same age as so called "dudey-kins-the-little-tyke".
He said nothing but pass it up. He snatched the letter and left Petunia with the baby.
The envelope had emerald green writing on it that said;
Mr and Mrs Dursley
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Petunia then said quickly, "Open it!"
Without another word, he obeyed. The letter inside the envelope also had emerald green writing, and it said;
Dear, the Dursleys
I am writing this letter to wish you good luck with caring for your 1 year old nephew, Harry Potter.
It is very hard to inform you that Lily and James Potter were tragically murdered by a powerful and dark wizard named Voldemort on the 31st of October 1980. I am sure you know about you nephew, Harry, and I hope you and your son Dudley get along with him well.
Yours Faithfully,
Albus Dumbledore
"Tell me it's a bloody nightmare!" said Petunia.
"Uh…I… I'll call in sick from work…" said Vernon, waiting for the explosion.