Third person POV
The Dursleys were a big family, not because there were many, but because Vernon Dursley and Dudley Dursley were the biggest persons you could think of, especially around the middle. Harry Potter had been living with this family since his parents died. The Dursleys disliked Harry as much as Harry disliked them.
Right now, it was the summer holidays and the Dursleys wanted to go to Spain. They only allowed Harry to come with them so that Harry "didn't burn down the house". Harry was quite happy to finally leave that house, especially his old "room" (the cupboard under the stairs).
"Come on boy, we are in a tight schedule" barked Vernon Dursley towards Harry.
"Going, going" muttered Harry as he pulled the last, heavy suitcase in the back of the car.
What Harry didn't know was that his uncle and aunt had planned on leaving him at Spain to get rid of him.
TIME SKIP TO THE AIRPORT
Vernon pulled Harry away from the line to get into the plane and threatened "If you embarrass me or anyone at all while we are in the plane or anywhere, then you won't have dinner until the end of the summer holidays"
Harry nodded dumbly and walked back to the line
TIME SKIP, AIRPORT IN SPAIN
"Hello there, do you know the number to call a taxi?" Vernon Dursley had asked a person pasing by.
The Spaniard just looked at him and said "¿Puedes repetir eso? (*Can you repeat that?)"
Vernon looked shocked and slowly turned away to his family.
"Well, what did he say?" asked Petunia Dursley (which wasn't big, like her husband and son, which were).
"Just a ton of gibberish" replied Vernon.
Vernon tried asking different people for the phone number of a taxi, but not one single person understood English!
Right when he was about to give up, a handsome brown haired and green eyed young man walked up to him and said "¡Hola! Are you the person which is asking in English, for the phone number of a taxi?" he asked in a strong Spanish accent.
"Yes! Yes, I am" Vernon answered.
"Just so you know for the next time, most people here don't know English, and the ones who do… don't talk fluent English, or simply it's really bad" the Spanish young man said "Oh! By the way, I'm Antonio Fernández Carriedo" He said extending a hand.
Vernon shook Antonio's hand reluctantly and said, "I'm Vernon Dursley"
"Nice to meet you Vernon, know, this is the taxi phone number" he said showing Vernon his phone. When Vernon had finished, he muttered a barely audible "thank you" and walked away.
Harry wondered if he would see Antonio ever again.
