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The Dursleys pulled into number 4 Privet Drive feeling like total strangers. Although they had lived there for almost two decades, after being away for a year, they were of great interest to the neighbors. Within seconds of their arrival Mrs. Tuff, from door number two, had come out to ambush them.
"Oh my! It's been so long since I last saw you three! How are you?" She purred at Petunia.
"I'm doing well Mrs. Tuff, how is your daughter?" Petunia asked politely.
But Mrs. Tuff had no interest in talking about her daughter, "so where did you all go for so long?"
Petunia gave her a cold glare. The nerve of this woman, she thought, I haven't even stepped into my house and already this is turning into a questionnaire. "Vernon was setting up a drill company in a different country. We stayed a while to get everything set up," she answered curtly.
But Mrs. Tuff wouldn't stop there, she needed more gossip to tell the town, "Oh what country? America?" She questioned her voice peeking with anticipation.
Petunia's bony face paled at the question not sure how she should answer.
"Scotland," answered Dudley Dursley, he held no interest for this conversation and was eager to get into the house. He took the keys from his father's hand and opened the front door. It was obvious his parents weren't coming in anytime soon and he left them to back up the lie he had told about the new Grunnings in Scotland. It would be twenty minutes before the two elder Dursleys could escape Mrs. Tuff and enter their home. Vernon Dursley came into the house muttering something about nosy neighbors.
Petunia gasped when she peered into the house. Part of the reason she'd stayed out to talk with Mrs. Tuff was because she was scared of the mess the freaks had made in her house. But this was not far from what she'd expected. The house gleamed with its sparkling tiled floor, the furniture looked better then they did when they were new. She reluctantly admitted to herself that this was the cleanest her home has ever been. She figured the freaks must have come earlier to repair all the damages the Death Eaters had made. At least their good at something.
There was a note on the kitchen counter and when Petunia came in Dudley handed it to her, after reading it himself.
Petunia,
Hope you like the new repairs
Couldn't let you come home to the way it was before.
Hesita
Petunia stared at the note for a few seconds before crumpling it up and throwing it in the garbage. Dudley clenched his teeth at the gesture but said nothing. Quietly he retreated to his bedroom upstairs.
"See nothing! Nothing! That damn boy had us running and leaving our lives for NOTHING! Everything looks exactly as it did before! Imagine what could have happened! What we could have accomplished Petunia! A whole year! A whole year wasted for NOTHING!" Vernon spat angrily heading toward the fridge.
He pulled out a beer, not thinking about the fact that everything in the fridge would be spoiled after a year. Not caring that someone must have come to replace it. Vernon dropped his body on the couch and it sagged to the floor as he turned on the TV.
Dudley Dursley was lying on his bed bouncing a ball on the ceiling. He should have been happy, they were home. But he wasn't. He missed the Wizarding World and learning about magic, Quidditch and Harry. His own cousin, the scrawny little boy he used to pick on, a hero. He liked to hear about stories about the dangerous adventures Harry had at Hogwarts. He wanted to check in on them to see what was going on with the war and how Harry was. But it was too early and would only frighten his parents. For now he had to worry about himself and how he was going to get his life going. With a sigh he picked up the phone and dialed Piers number.
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