Vernor Dursley was a fat and boring child. He didn't have any friend: the only one who kept him company was an old teddy bear, which some times before belonged to her sister.

When he was six, Vernon hung about the district with a chocolate snack in his hands, surrounding his loyal companion with the other arm; totally ignored by the other children, except for some mockeries, everyday Vernon ended up his snack sat on a bench not far from home.

One day, just like everyone else, while he was crunching satisfied his dessert, even if it sounded like incredible and unreal, the child saw a boy a few years older than him staring at him giggling... trying to ignore the lump which grew on his stomach's mouth every time someone made some annoying wisecrack about his weight or mocked him, he turned toward his teddy bear… horrified, he noticed that he missed his head.

Frightened, he started running toward home and, arrived near to the garden, he caught a glimpse of his father busied in front of the fence.

"Daddy!- he called him – Daddy! They removed my bear's head, daddy! There was a boy who laughed and then... and then... Teddy's head wasn't more there, like a magic!" he muttered, tears were flooding his face.

Mister Dursley looked up and down at him, blank, seconds were passing and his face started becoming weirdly red, so that it intimidated his son: "Magic doesn't exist!" he yelled, furious.

From that day on Vernon Dursley swore that he would do everything to erase that terrible experience from his mind and from his life. Magic didn't exist.

I hope you liked it! Actually I don't like it at all but... well... it came out just like that, in a moment of inertia.