Privet Drive was often called the standard of normality. The residents often kept to themselves, or so it seemed. Most residents had a sort of 'bloodlust' for gossip on their neighbors. As soon as a rumor popped up the residents would cling to it and never let go. This constant gossiping often drove people out of the area. Of course there was always an exception. Number Four, the household of Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley was exempt from the gossip. No matter how hard the neighbors tried, they could never find any dirt on these people. But it seemed the wife of the household, Petunia had a pension for the gossip, she could sniff out any rumors about others. The residents would often tell the others how she was the sole purpose for the people constantly leaving Privet Drive. Petunia had a striking resemblance to a horse. And had the neck of a Giraffe. She could crane over the neighbors fences to see inside and out of the houses. The neighbors would often complain about this. While also doing the same themselves. Petunia's husband, Vernon, was as big as he was tall. He worked at an office that sold drills, and made a good living doing so. About a year ago, the Dursley's were 'blessed' when Petunia gave birth to an exceedingly large baby, who she named Dudley. The neighbors watched as Dudley transformed from a loud newborn, to a spoiled one year old. Even the constant crying and screaming of Dudley wasn't enough for the peoples of Privet Drive to gossip about the Dursley family. That was until another one year old child seemed to 'pop' up out of nowhere into the Dursley's lives. From what they could gather, the child's name was Harry Potter. Thus began the downfall of the Dursley's well kept award for the 'most un-gossip-able' people of Privet Drive.
Vernon Dursley was having a good day at work, he fired three people for no reason. He just loved the way peoples faces fell when he delivered the news. Hell, someone even cried! So it was safe to say, Vernon was bursting with joy. That was until he was heading back to his place of work when he heard a group of people talking.
"Is it true then? Did He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named finally die?"
"Yes he attacked the Potters last night, sadly, he killed Lily and James, but the unspeakable happened!"
"What?" The unknown man was bursting with anticipation.
"You-Know-Who tried to kill the Potters boy, Harry I think. But he couldn't! No one knows why, but he was vanquished!"
Vernon's blood ran cold at this. He didn't know who this 'You-Know-Who' character was, but it couldn't be good. But Vernon did know one thing. That the world of magic existed. They were all freaks to him, but he knew that it was real. What really worried him was the mention of the Potters. The Potters were his sister-in-laws family. Although Petunia didn't keep contact with them, it always worried him that they might contaminate his Dudley with all that freakishness.
Vernon decided to put it off until he could contact Petunia.
Later that night, Vernon and Petunia were getting some much needed rest after putting a restless Dudley to sleep. Before he could ascend to the world of peaceful slumber. Vernon remembered what he had heard earlier that day.
"Petunia dear?"
"Hmm" Was all that she could say, due to the fact that she was half asleep.
"Have you heard from your sister lately?"
That woke her up. She shot up so fast, Vernon thought that she would fall off the bed.
"Why" She responded with her eyes burning through Vernons head.
"No reason" Vernon squeaked. Petunia was the only person in the world who could get the 'great' Vernon Dursley to cower like this.
Not at all placated with the answer she continued to stare at her husband until she got tired and too fell to the comforting arms of sleep.
Little did they know that right outside of their house, three people just dropped of a baby on there doorstep.
A baby by the name of Harry Potter.