It's "Take Your Kids to Work Day" at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and little does Vernon Dursley know...
his day is going to be anything but ordinary.
Note: Future chapters will most likely be from Harry's perspective. Just the first two are from Vernon's.
Grunnings Magical Drill Company
The Boy was Gone
Number 4 Privet Drive
4:00 AM
Ah, September, Vernon Dursley thought as he rolled over in his sleep. Could there be a more pleasant time of the year? Petunia was happy. He was happy. And their little tyke of a son, Dudley, was starting up his new and improved diet. The grass was green and full; the neighbors keeping up with their daily lawn mowing. Not a cloud in the sky for weeks, nothing whatsoever was out of the ordinary. Yes, September truly was the start of something fresh, something admirable that took the grays out his hairs and made the blood in his veins flow freely once again.
And how could he forget the most important aspect of that beautiful month, the one thing that kept Vernon Dursley sane all these years? School. Yes, yes, Dudley was going to the best school in the country, Vernon's own school, after all, and there was nothing to stop him from growing into a fine young lad that he was. But what really made Vernon happy was one very simple fact: the boy was gone.
Yes. The son of his freakish wife's sister and their family... his ungrateful nephew who tormented Dudley by his mere presence every summer, the boy who–well, what was he worrying about it for? It had been two weeks since he had left to that bloody school of his, it would be a full year before he ever had to worry about that boy again!
"Drills... need more drills..." Vernon muttered in his sleep like an oversized baby.
He turned over and let out a bellowing snore. Yet little did he know was that somewhere near by, something was stirring. And as Vernon Dursley lumped his head into the pillow once more, dreaming only of drills, somewhere far off, a storm was forming.
9:00 AM
Vernon sipped at his coffee mug and looked over the news with his beady little eyes. Dudley was off to school already. Petunia, normally here, was out for a dentist appointment (she had left him sausages in the microwave). There really was nothing like a fine, cloudless morning to bring about his mood–or was that a cloud in the distance? No matter, no matter. After his pleasant dream last night, the one where he had finally gotten in that order from a rather tricky customer, Vernon couldn't comprehend how anything, at this point in time, could possibly go wrong.
He hummed silently to himself as he picked up his briefcase and headed for the door. Locking sights with himself in the mirror, he straightened out his suit and tie, turned, and looked forward to heading into the office on a brisk Monday morning. Monday was by far the best day of the week. Every man needed a job. Every man needed a stable week, and that started with Monday. All those lazy, useless people in the world could very well learn a lesson from that.
Just as Vernon was turning the knob, a distinct 'popping' sound splintered his ears. And from then on, he could only blubber incoherent jargon at the person who was standing in front of him on the doorstep, the gray of his hair standing on end, a single thought racing through his mind:
The boy was back!