The night was cool, fresh air pelted Dudley Dursley in the face as he ran to the car, stationed only a few metres from his front door. His parents, keen also to get into the car, followed his lead. Shortly behind the family of three, were Dedalus Diggle and Hestia Jones; walking swiftly clutching their wands tightly.

"Car keys! I've left the ruddy car keys in the house! I'll have to run in and-" Vernon Dursley cursed loudly, causing a nearby tabby cat to look at him suspiciously

"No matter," Dedalus, the smallest of the party spoke, he pointed his wand at the car door, "Alohomora" and with a click, the car was unlocked. Vernon had a vein in his forehead which often pulsed when he was angry, it was currently in overload. Mr Dursley, of Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, was very unhappy. Understandably he had gotten angry that he was forced to leave his permanent residence because of a war in a world he didnt belong too. Infact, looking at it from his perspective, you could understand why he was frustrated. However no one could have supressed a grin when he threw a tantrum at the fact his car had been unlocked by a wizard so easily

"What do you people think you're doing! Marching into my home telling me I need protection, unlocking my car without my authority, and forcing me into hiding because of your Lord Voldewart or whatever his name is. Well i've had enough!" He glanced at his son Dudley, and remembered what he had said when Harry, Vernon's nephew, had told them they had to go into hiding, "If we must go under your protection, i demand the upmost hospitality, we'll be needing hot, running water, three meals a day, and a good television signal - preferably with cable." he finished, his face now fading from a plum-purple to a cherry-red. Dedalus Diggle, who had been watching Vernon intently throughout his speech, opened his mouth a few times to speak, but couldn't quite gather the words. Eventually, he tilted his head to one side,

"Whats that you said? A Tellyvizshun? Im sure there'll be one where we're going, no need to worry Mr Dursley, we have everything under controll, now, into your car if you please."
The Dursleys climbed into the car, looking very afraid. True, Vernon had his moments, but the witch and wizard with whom they were accompanied, had the better of him. For they, however much he disliked to admit it, had a power he could only dream of. Once safely in the car ("What the ruddy hell have you done to my car you abomination!" Vernon shouted when he saw the product of an indetectable extension charm cast by Hestia during his first outburst.") They set off, down Privet drive, looking past at all of the surburban houses, Vernon sighed, knowing he might never see this cul-de-sac again.

"M-m-Mr Diggle?" stammered Dudley, who had been unfortunate enough to be sat inbetween Dedalus and Hestia.

"Yes m'boy?"Dedalus replied, quite oblivious to the fear in his voice,

"w-w-where are we g-going? w-w-where are w-we hiding?"

"we are heading, to Ruckleigh Farm, I assume you know the way Mr Dursley?" he asked cocking his head in Vernon's direction, he gave a stiff nod and continued driving.

"a-are we st-st-staying there?"

"No, Hestia and myself will take you, using side-along apparation to a safe enviroment where we can stay for a while." the exlpanation seemed enough, as Dudley sunk back into his seat. His mind wondered to Harry, where he was now, what he was doing. Who was this Mad Eye Moody person coming to collect him? Dudley hoped he wasn't really Moody. From the sounds of things, Harry, his cousin, whom he had heartily disliked until a few years ago, when he'd saved Dudleys life, was to undergo a hard task, to save his world from some Lord. He'd hate to think he had to endure it with someone Moody and unhelpful. He looked over Dedalus - he was at least a foot taller than him anyway - out of the window, and caught the last glimse of number 56, Privet Drive, before turning a corner, and leaving for good.

*
"So, Petunia is it?" said Hestia, Petunia gave a curt nod and turned away.

"er, nice bag, is that a real CoCo Chanel?" Hestia enquired, as Petunia loosened her grip on the bags handle.

"yes, it is. V-Vernon got it me for our anniversary." Petunia replied with the dignity of one who did not want to talk but felt too rude to say so.

"CoCo was a good friend of mine, yes," she answered to the shocked look from Petunia, "wasn't a bad witch, but her dreams lay elsewhere the world of magic."
Petunia's frost towards Hestia melted, if only slightly. How many others were Witches and Wizards? Petunia became engulfed in her thoughts. She knew, that from this moment, she would leave her world, and enter that of magic. She knew it was wrong, but the thought excited her. She had tried to enter this world before, but was told curtley by a man named Albus Dumbledore, that she did not posess magical gifts. This hurt Petunia, and was the reason for her hatred towards magic, and her sister Lily. If she had known when she was just 11, that one day she would be in this mess, she would never have asked at all.

NB: Im not sure how long it's going to take to write this one, and i havnt decided how long i want it to be yet either:) Ive written the first chapter with the three veiw points, but I intend to follow Dudley for the remainder. I'll try and finish it before Christmas, reviews welcome - good or bad!