Vernon Dursely stood in front of his wife, pillows strapped to his chest as he looked down at the thing that had been dropped on their doorstep. The thing was still asleep after they had brought it in, though he doubted it would stay that way for long. Petunia stood behind him, peeking over his shoulder as the thing began to open its eyes and look at them. Vernon held his pillow in front of him as a weapon and prepared for the freakishness to suddenly begin. The thing opened it's mouth and then...sneezed, and that was practically all it did. Vernon lowered his pillow and cautiously walked up to the thing.

"Vernon!" Petunia hissed at him, "What do you think you're doing?!"

Vernon turned to face his wife and raise a finger to his lips and walked over to the thing and poked it. The thing giggled as he poked it over and over again, but that was it, for all intents and purposes it looked like a normal baby. But Vernon knew better, the thing was the child of those freaks, there was no way it wouldn't be as freakish as its freak parents. Petunia suddenly gained the nerve to move out from behind Vernon and looked at the thing in worry.

"It looks normal, but it's probably faking it." Vernon said as the two looked at it. "I wouldn't trust it as far as I could throw it-and believe me I would love to throw it."

"So what do we do with it?"

Vernon sighed, they couldn't just leave it outside, someone would probably see it and that would damage the reputation they had worked so hard to maintain. Not to mention, the freaks would probably show up if they did, they'd probably blow them up or turn them into ingredients for their freakish potions. It looked like they had only one option left, and Vernon felt like cursing his luck and the freaks that had left this problem at his doorstep.

"We'll have to keep it." He said gruffly, and Petunia's eyes widened in shock and she began to speak in a shrill tone.

"Are you insane Vernon?!" She shouted, "Why should we let that freak anywhere near Dudley?!"

Vernon winced at her shrill tone, could she shout any louder? He was pretty sure the entire neighborhood could hear her shout,

"Don't worry I have a plan."

Said plan involved dumping the thing into the cupboard under the stairs, keeping it out of sight and out of mind for now. Years blurred together as the Dursley's kept this mantra in mind, 'out of sight and out of mind' as the thing grew up it was given the task of performing all of their chores. At first it had complained, but after an hour of being locked in the cupboard it did their chores without any more complaints. The thing would usually stare at them silently, its mouth in a firm line as if it was trying to burn holes into their skulls as they ate it's cooking. At first Vernon had been concerned that thing might've poisoned their food with its freakishness, but it seemed to be fine. Any acts of freakishness would have been punished, but it seemed that the only thing that was freakish about it was the scar on it's forehead.

Eventually they had to send the freak to school, they couldn't have it stink the house for too long. The freak went to the same school as Dudley and seemed to be as normal as he was at home over at school, which relieved Vernon, he couldn't have his reputation soiled by the freak. But one day the school had called the two for some meeting, and as they entered the principal's office they saw the freak sitting in a chair with his head down.

The principal cleared his throat, "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I've called you here to discuss about your nephew." Vernon glared at the freak before turning to face the principal as he and Petunia took their seats.

"What has he done now?" Vernon asked.

"He hasn't done anything wrong Mr. Dursley, in fact he's been perfect." The principal said. "I called you because I wanted to discuss about his home life."

Vernon's heart leapt into his throat, "What about his home life, we treat him perfectly well." He glanced over at the freak, "He hasn't told you any lies has he?"

"Actually I'm not too sure who's telling lies here Mr. Dursley." The principal said, "Harry has been constantly telling his teacher's and me that everything is fine at home but that's a lie, isn't it?"

"Mr. Dursley have you been abusing your nephew?"

"Wha-no I would never do that!" Vernon shouted

"Mr. Dursley have you been neglecting your nephew then?"

"Er, no." Vernon stuttered, "It's just with the economy the way it is, it's been hard to even buy things that aren't second hand."

The principal frowned, but then shrugged. "I won't disagree with you that the economy has been tough as of late," he said. "Just try to get better clothes for your nephew, we wouldn't want to drag down the school's reputation, now would we?"

And so, Vernon Dursley decided to give his freak his own room, new glasses, and his own clothes, if only to avoid the embarrassment he felt after that meeting. Time passed once again, and the freak celebrated Dudley's birthday at the zoo, or well they were forced to bring him along to celebrate. By now though, they had become less afraid of the freak, he hadn't shown any sign of the 'M' word and had more or less hovered near the edge of the Dursley's consciousness. As they drove back home from the relatively tame visit from the zoo where the only thing that happened was the freak tripping and breaking his glasses when he was with Dudley and Piers, the freak began to speak.

"Uncle Vernon," The freak said, "I wanted to ask, how many people do you think were at the zoo?"

What kind of a question was that? Vernon wasn't too sure why the freak would even ask that question, but decided to answer -

"I don't know about a thousand probably." Vernon said.

"And how many people live on the planet again?"

"About 7 billion people, why did you want to know?"

"Oh I was just thinking," The freak said, "Out of all of those people do you think any of them were extra ordinary?" Vernon gripped the steering wheel tightly as the next words came out of the freaks mouth.

"You know, like people with magic!"

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They dropped Piers off at his home before driving back home and locking the freak in the cupboard. If Vernon could turn back time had he known what the freak would do next, he would have stopped himself from answering the freak's question. As soon as dawn broke the next day, a sharp shrill caused him to jolt upright in his bed before falling to the ground. The freak was standing in front of their bed, a large grin was on his face as he dropped the whistle from his hand.

"Good morning Uncle!" The freak said cheerfully. "But you shouldn't be sleeping, after all we have a very busy day ahead of us!"

"You-how did you get out of there?!" Vernon shouted.

"Oh, I unlocked the door, it was really easy to pick the lock." The freak said nonchalantly as he continued, "Anyway I should wake up Dudley, I think he'd be excellent bait."

"Bait for what?!"

"For catching a wizard of course!"

And so began the Dursley's torment...