A/N: Vernon wanted nothing more to do with the life that had denied him from birth, then came the dinner with his fiancée's sister and her boyfriend.

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Musical Chairs - Revolving Prompts [A Daily Speed-writing Competition]: AU in which the reason Vernon hates "abnormal things" so much is because he's a Squib

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"I still can't believe her!" Petunia shrieked as she sat in the passenger seat of Vernon's car, the streetlights showing them the way back to their little house in Little Whinging. "She just had to bring her freakish ways along with her. And then that Potter boy talking about brooms and lording his money over us."

Vernon just nodded, keeping his eyes straight on the road and his hands on the wheel. The quicker he got away from that disaster of a dinner, the better.

Petunia quieted and placed a hand on his elbow. "I'm sorry I suggested this dinner. I thought they could control themselves for at least a few hours."

"It's fine," Vernon muttered under his breath.

The ride was silent now, leaving Vernon to his thoughts as he drove the car. Petunia had mentioned her sister and her boyfriend in passing, but she never mentioned that they were of that type.

He had hoped to get away from that life years ago, the life that had denied him from birth, but now it came back in the form of James Potter. He spoke of everything Vernon had never been able to do: fly on brooms, visit Gringotts and most importantly, perform magic.

He never wanted to see those people again. If he did, it would be too soon.

"You're joking," Lily said, once her tears had dried. After Petunia and Vernon had stormed out, James had suggested they take a short walk until Lily calmed down.

"No, I'm not. There's a lesser-known magical family called Dursley. There were rumours that they had a son but everything was kept hush-hush, making everyone think he was a squib. I think we just met him," James said as he pulled his girlfriend into his side.

"Wow," Lily said. "Do you think I should tell Petunia?"

James chuckled. "Nah. Let her live her perfect life."