Harry Dursley was perfectly normal, thank you very much.
He was as perfectly normal as his exceptionally normal brother, Dudley, and as perfectly normal as his outstandingly normal parents, Vernon and Petunia Dursley. One thing that was not normal about him was that he bore absolutely no resemblance to his family. But he didn't dwell on that.
No sir, Harry Dursley didn't dwell on such strange atrocities, he merely lived through them as normally as possible and strived to eliminate all existence of that which might be labeled as, heaven forbid, not normal.
For normalcy sake, Harry covered that atrocious scar with makeup and slicked back that horridly untidy hair with so much grease he could easily fill the tank to his father's car. He hated it when his hair was a mess. Dudley's hair was never messy. So neither should Harry's.
One morning in particular, when Harry was fetching the post, he found, among the many other letters addressed to him, a strange letter with a strange return address. It had also gotten his name wrong. It said 'Harry Potter' instead of 'Harry Dursley'.
"Father?" He questioned, staring at the note.
"Yes, Harry my fine boy, what is it?" Vernon purred, poring over the letters he had received.
"This letter is not normal." Harry held the envelope by the very corner with his thumb and pointer as if it were filthy.
Petunia looked up from her breakfast and Dudley's eyes were successfully pried away from the television set.
Vernon reached for the letter, his large belly squishing against his plate in the process. He snatched the letter and stared at the words, his eyes slowly growing wide. Petunia hurried to her feet so she could stare over his shoulder, then they collectively looked up at a confused Harry.
"What is it?" He grumbled, annoyed.
"Must be a mistake, my boy. It isn't even for you, see they got your name wrong." Vernon laughed uncomfortably. "Come, Petunia darling, let us take this back to the post master, straight away!"
Harry watched in confusion as his parents hurried and left.
He shrugged, bored with dwelling on such things. "Dudley, what did you get in the mail?"
Dudley glanced at his brother then shrugged, handing Harry his letters.
Harry leafed through them idly. "Ah, I see we both were accepted by Smeltings Academy."
"Why of course you were, darling!" Petunia suddenly appeared, startling Harry into tipping over his juice.
"No no no, don't fuss darling, I'll get it!" Petunia hurriedly cleaned up the mess. "Your father took the letter himself, so I decided to stay with you boys, pumpkin." Petunia chirped, kissing Harry's rosy cheek and smiling fondly at Dudley as she cleared the table.
Harry leaned back lazily in his chair, snatching a biscuit from his brother's plate as he watched the thin, horse-faced woman wash the dishes.
Harry was lazy. And while he wasn't as plump as his brother due to a far smaller bone structure, he was certainly healthily built. He preferred exercise to be an equal part of his life, in contrast to how utterly lazy he was. At school, he helped his brother bully smart kids into doing their homework, only really participating in Physical Education. At home, he and Dudley teamed up on bullying their mother into doing everything for them. And she did so with a blink and a smile.
Now, there was something that the Dursley's weren't telling their precious Harry. Something sinister lay hidden beneath their adoration for the boy, something strange was hiding beneath the many layers of Dursley-ness.
He wasn't really their son.
No, Harry Dursley was actually Harry Potter, son of Petunia's deceased sister and brother in-law. The Dursley's had taken the boy in when he was a mere baby, and decided to raise him as their own son. Over the years, they no longer had to pretend to love him. He was just as perfect as their darling Dudley.
The only thing that threatened their perfect, happy family was that blasted letter. Oh how Vernon despised that letter. Hell would freeze over before he let those bloody freaks ruin the family he had created for himself. Looking back, he realized their lives had been made better by Harry's addition to the family. Harry was a Dursley through and through and he'd be damned if he let that all slip away now.
Harry Potter was not Harry Potter at all, you see. Harry Potter, was thoroughly, completely and one-hundred percent… Harry Dursley.
AN: So what do you think? Yes? No? Maybe? I personally enjoyed writing this, let me know if you have any ideas as to Harry's personality and how he should react to the letter if he ever reads it.