Petunia
Petunia Dursley had always prided herself on being extremely clean. Tidy. Orderly. Neat.
Clean.
She was having these pleasant thoughts as she walked to the hall closet, looking forward to another invigorating session of deep- scrubbing the downstairs toilet.
Petunia opened the closet door and saw the second-most unusual sight she had seen in her life: her kitchen. Not that her kitchen was unusual, but she knew that her kitchen couldn't possibly be in the closet… or could it? It looked very realistic.
Except for one thing.
There was a speck of dust on the counter top. This wouldn't bother most people, but to Petunia dust-specks were a highly-banned idea. Specks of dust just didn't survive in Petunia Dursley's kitchen.
Petunia yearned to reach out and wipe it off with her anti-bacterial soap and her 'squeaky- shine' scrub cloth. But she couldn't. She stood transfixed at the sight, sure it was a nightmare-ish day dream.
Another speck of dust appeared. And then another, and another. Soon the entire counter was covered in dust.
Then the floor started. Her polished floor, the floor you could see your reflection in, was being trampled on by invisible people with muddy shoes. In a minute, what was left of the tile was a mucky pile of dirt.
Petunia's restricted throat allowed her to whimper quietly.
The fridge opened and food started flowing out: rotten food, food that Petunia would never be seen dead within a mile of. It piled up on the already ruined floor, and overflowed her neat rubbish-bin, creating a smell that almost destroyed her nose.
Then a person walked in, a person who was the very description of filth. The person had long, un-styled, greasy, grimy, hair. He had ripped, sweaty clothes, and carried an odor that would repel even the most experienced sewer-workers.
Petunia squealed in alarm.
Now there was not only one filthy man, but two. Then, six then a dozen, then one hundred filthy, greasy, dirty, disgusting, grubby, slimy, foul, revolting monsters in Petunia Dursley's kitchen.
She let out a horrified scream, managed two desperate steps of escape, and fainted.
Pathetic as it was, Petunia was scared of dirt.