Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books and I did not write any of them, all credit belongs to J.K. Rowling, the author of the original series. I have only taken her characters a written a story of my own.

Chapter 1
The Dursley's Return

Number Four Privet Drive had never looked so neglected; rose bushes, ivy, and flower beds grew wildly and unkempt around the house with no one to look after them. Weeds struggled to strangle any flowers they could find in their vicinity. It looked quite as if no one had lived in it for months, which in fact, was quite true. The neighbors, however, did not know that and were quite confused as to how in the world the gossip-loving, spot-hating, tidy-wanting Mrs. Dursley, who had lived in that house, could ever have allowed her home to become such a mess. They could only assume that perhaps something had happened to prevent her love of cleaning and tidiness, or maybe, they hoped, the Dursleys were on vacation.

At any rate, this excitement had been quite some months ago, when the house first began to look untidy. Now, as almost a year had gone by, all excitement had vanished. In fact, the neighbors no longer even bothered with a glance in the direction of Number Four Privet Drive anymore for it no longer held any interest to them at all, not even to the gossipers or the young children who thought it fun to poke at the weeds.

Four cloaked figures suddenly appeared on the driveway in front of the house with a loud crack! immediately after sundown on the last day of August. The four figures looked left and right, as if to see if anyone had noticed their loud and sudden entrance. When no one came hurrying out of their home, two of them split off and hurried ahead of the rest. Soon, the pair reached the front doorstep and with another glance at the neighboring houses, took a deluminator out of one of their pockets. Within a few moments and a couple of clicks, all the streetlamps down the block had gone out.

Satisfied, the deluminator was stowed back into the pocket of the taller one, who wore an regular clothing. The two entered the house just as the other two came hurrying up the doorsteps. The smaller one took out what looked at first glance like a long stick, but upon a farther examination was a long and slender wand. A few words were muttered and two long, silvery ribbons shot out of the tip. The two ribbons twirled and danced before shooting around the house, leaving a trail of glitter wherever they went.

A loud gasp behind the two wizards caused them to turn around in surprise; the source of this loud noise was soon pinpointed as the pair of wizards noticed that it was the long-gone inhabitants of Number Four Privet Drive standing right behind them.

Vernon Dursley's face was a deep purplish color and his mustache bristled as his eyes followed the path of the two silvery ribbons dancing around the house. His son Dudley, who was much thinner than he had been when he left (this was due to the fact that his favorite foods were not known to the wizards he had lived with in the past year and instead, odder and other types of food had been offered to him, most of which his father insisted must be poisonous and told his son not to accept) gave off a terrified squeal at the sight of the ribbons beginning to rush towards him.

"Do not worry, they won't hurt you," smirked the shortest wizard standing outside of the house as he redirected the ribbons back to the rose bushes.

Vernon Dursley continued to eye the silvery ribbons suspiciously after that, mustache quivering all the while. His wife Petunia cowered behind him with her eyes squeezed shut as if it was a terribly offensive insult to have the silvery ribbons dancing around her house.

Still looking quite suspicious and purple, Vernon Dursley glared at the two wizards and snarled, "What are these ruddy- thingies- chasing around my house for!?"

"Do not worry sir, they are tidying up because of your long absence," squeaked the other wizard.

With a grimace, Vernon Dursley turned around until the silvery ribbons had shot back into the shortest wizard's wand. Then he turned around again when the lights suddenly flooded the streets again.

"Sir, good day! We must get going as there are many things to be attending to, but we will leave you here to enjoy the comfort of being home again! After all, home is always home sweet home. Go inside, we will not delay you any longer," trilled the the other wizard before the both of them turned on the spot and disappeared once more with the same loud crack! it had taken for them to arrive.

"Well, got all of the ruddy... The ruddy... People here on our driveway off of it, might as well go into the house," grumbled Vernon Dursley, unable to speak any word that was considered to be abnormal.

Now that the two wizards were gone, despite the fact they were nowhere close to intimidating, Petunia Dursley slipped out from behind of her husband and spoke with her usual tone, "Yes, I'll bet there are one hundred stains sitting there on the kitchen counter, waiting for me to see them and clean!"

Dudley Dursley nodded to say he agreed and his mother gave him one large hug, as if he did not get enough attention and people doting on him already. Although he had grown up a very pampered child, his year with the wizards seemed to have made him more mature and less spoiled, though that did nothing to stop his mother from coming close to reverting him back to his old spoiled ways.

The Dursleys strode into their home with their heads held high, feeling very comfortable as they entered their old home. They were even more cheerful by the fact that they thought any magical or wizard related events were over for them, at least for the day if not forever.

How wrong they turned out to be, as the most magical part of their day awaited them in the kitchen.