Mr. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, was proud to say that he was a patriotic British citizen. He, like many others of their heritage, loved their mother country. Vernon had a concealed carry license, and always kept a small handgun on him.

He pretty much had the life he wanted, except for the fact that there were two unwanted kids lumped into his family. There was Dudley, who he hated, and Petunia's nephew, Harry Plotter or something. Bah, just another freeloader, Vernon thought.

One day, as the "family" (Read: Vernon) was eating dinner, he caught Harry trying to steal from his cookie jar. He was overwhelmed with rage. How dare that leech try and steal one of his cookies?

Harry could barely whimper out an excuse. "It's almost my birthday, and I thought-"

Vernon registered his hand striking out and slapping Harry to the ground. "You thought? You don't think, boy, you do as you are TOLD! And I told you to NOT TOUCH MY COOKIE JAR."

There was a visible spark of green from Harry to Vernon as Harry jumped back. Vernon felt his mind expand as his hatred erupted from his body.

He found three new words in his head, those being Crucio, Imperio, and Avada Kedavra.

His eyes radiating green, Vernon turned to Dudley and raised his arm.

"CRUCIO!" Vernon shouted, feeling his rage surge toward his undesirable son.

Dudley began convulsing on the floor. Vernon felt himself coming off of his rage-fuelled high, taking several breaths to calm himself.

"Honey," Petunia cut in, blatantly ignoring everything that had just happened, "A letter just came through the mail slot."

Vernon gazed towards the door, seeing that a letter had came. He went to move down the hallway, but Harry quickly ran in front of him. Harry had picked up the letter, reading the front.

"What's Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Give me that!" Vernon shouted, bashing Harry into the wall. Vernon caught the letter out of the air and aimed his arm at Harry. "Avada Kedavra."

A green light blasted into Harry Potter, killing him instantly. Vernon, absentmindedly, opened the letter and read the first few lines.

It said:

Dear Mr. Dursley.

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list...

Vernon stopped reading. "Bah, magic doesn't exist," he thought to himself, "but I might as well see what this is all about."

And all throughout this, Vernon didn't notice the new, lightning bolt shaped, scar on his forehead.