"Yes; you told me about your freak sister when we were dating," said Vernon Dursley, his brows knitting so close together it almost appeared to be a unibrow.
"We're his only living family, Vernon," pleaded Petunia, who looked rather defeated. "I don't like their weirdness either, but we can't just leave him out there."
"We can take him to an orphanage—it'll cost a bit of gas money, but not that much."
"You don't understand. He was left here by that Dumbledore wizard, the headmaster of Lily's school. I'm sure that if we take him away, they'll show up."
"Indeed they did," said Vernon, who was slowly turning red in the face. "Who do they think they are? He's not our responsibility, no, no, Petunia—we just had Dudley. We have enough on our plates already."
Petunia sighed, closing her eyes. She didn't think Vernon was getting the point. If they refused, those freakish wizards would show up in their odd clothing, wave their wands around and threaten them into submission no matter what.
"I'm a businessman, Petunia!" exclaimed Vernon Dursley, looking rather upset. "I don't go around taking in runts. Do you know how much it'll cost?"
And then an excellent idea seemed to come to her.
"Dear, but he's a wizard."
Vernon looked like he could not believe his ears. "What?" he yelled. "That's a terrible reason!"
"But he's a wizard," she said, almost to herself, her eyes bright. "Vernon, he could make us rich!"
He opened his mouth before closing it, his eyes unfocused as if looking at the possibilities.
She was right.
"Indeed, I'm a businessman," he repeated, the red flush on his cheeks slowly dissipating. "And I'll treat this as an investment."