Vernon Dursleysat at his work desk, happily looking over the new drill orders he would fill once he'd met with the clients who were sitting outside. Nothing was going to disturb or upset him, as he was having an unnaturally good day. Petunia had made him bacon sandwiches for lunch which he was currently enjoying with a large smile plastered under his now crumb filled mustache.

His wife had also made scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast. He had eaten those with vigor while little Dudley looked on from his high chair. He was being only a bit fussy that morning, and had only thrown a fit once.

Both parents were surprised by the sudden change in behavior but didn't challenge it. When Petunia pointed it out to him while she fixed his tie, Vernon only laughed. "Don't knock a good thing, love," he said in his gruff voice. He then pecked her on the cheek and patted Dudley on the head. "I'll see you tonight, dear," He called and walked out to the car.

As he drove to work he barely hit any traffic and the radio was running a story on youths and how parents cause their many problems. Dudley will never be like those kids, he thought with a gloating smile.

And now, finishing his lunch, he reflected on how nice and uneventful the day had been. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and threw the trash into the nearby wastepaper basket. As he returned to his work his phone rang. The sudden buzzing caused Mr. Dudley to jump, seeing as it was the first sound after a long period of wonderful silence. He usually received a number of important phone calls during the span of a common work day so it didn't give him any suspicious.

However, he didn't except to hear his wife shrieking from the other end of the receiver. He drew back the telephone to stare at it in confusion. Finally he contained his composure and spoke into in a calm and authoritative grumble. "Petunia, sweet, what is it darling?"

She was breathing heavily and he could almost see her gripping the counter with her long bony arms. "Vernon! Vernon! Something's happened! Something horrible!"

He squinted his already rather small eyes in anger. He was expecting the worst. A new neighbor not cutting their grass to an appropriate height…or a neighbor being a hippy, rebellious folk. Oh this would not do…not at all. He would not allow Dudley to be raised in a house within ten miles of those long haired, peace loving beatniks. However, before he could get one word in his wife continued. "Vernon! They're coming! Get home immediately. They might be already on their way…it's…" before she could continued the phone connection died.

"Petunia! Petunia!" He called even though he knew full well she couldn't hear him anymore. Standing up with such force the desk shuddered he grabbed his briefcase and quickly began shoving the contracts into the small opening. He gripped it tight and ran for the door. After waving away his secretary by yelling "FAMILY EMEMERGENCY, EMILIA! GET OFF MY BACK!" he ran for his car and shoved it into drive.

On the short drive home his mind was reeling. Robbers or hit men? Petunia knew he kept a gun in the closet. He slapped his forehead mentally, realizing he never taught her to fire it. He drove full throttle down the high way, desperate to get home. He ignored the irritated honks and yells that came from other cars. Can't they see there's an emergency? He thought aggravated.

Finally, he reached the house and parked on the street, anxiously trying to look for any damage. The house looked rather untouched. Confusion touched his facial features as he trundled up to the doorway. He heard Dudley crying from the doorstep but that didn't say anything. His son cried at nearly everything.

He fuddled with his key ring, trying three wrong ones before fingering the correct key. He stabbed it into the key hole and stormed into the entrance hall. He heard hushed talking in the kitchen. Upon realizing nothing in the hallway was upset or overturned he went to check the cupboard under the stairway. Nothing but dust and spiders. He shook his head when he'd locked the door once again. No one could or would hide in there. Surrendering the idea of grabbing the gun, he placed his briefcase on the stair way and hung his hat and jacket in place.

He tried to peek through the key hole but found the opening too small to see through. Finally mustering up his courage and dignity, Mr. Dursley strode through the glass door that led into the kitchen. Standing in the small room were three figures, save a frazzled Ms. Dursley and a bawling Dudley.

A man stood leaning against the counter. He was tall, a good six inches above Mr. Dursley himself, with black untidy hair that fell over his eyes and ruffled around his ears. Thin glasses rounded themselves around his hazel eyes, which turned over to stare at Vernon. He wore casual jeans and a long sleeved shirt but didn't look the least bit comfortable standing there in the Dursley's kitchen.

The man's stood beside him, however she was standing straight and holding a child who couldn't be much older than Dudley except he wasn't screaming. The woman was pretty, with thick shoulder length red hair and almond shaped green eyes, which her son had received as well. They were now, however, wide with pleading as she stared at Petunia. They'd been arguing, you could tell from the atmosphere in the room.

Vernon Dursley didn't need introductions to know who were currently standing in his kitchen. James, Lily and their son Harry Potter.