Author's note: Sorry about this chapter being a bit short. I think I was having writers block.
Chapter 2
Odd Happenings
Mr. Dursley was now on his way to work. He was contemplating on whether or not to call the hospital for Petunia. He had never in his life heard Petunia talk about magic, the lochness monster, or anything fictitious. That was partially the reason why he loved Petunia so much. She was so normal and nothing seemed out of place with her. Everything was alright when it came to Petunia. Althoug he couldn't but realize something was going on. Yesterday he saw a bunch of people in medieval cloaks. He couldn't help but stop and say to one of them that they needed to get with the times. They just stared at him and he went on his way thinking about how bizarre these people were. He also saw the oddest cat in Little Wingings. (Little Wingings is where the Dursleys lived) He couldn't help but think that he saw a cat reading a newspaper. It was as if the cat knew and understood what was going on around it. There were also owls everywhere. Vernon couldn't help but think about all the poop there was going to be. He hated animals with a passion. He only pretended that he loved his sister Marge's nasty pit bulls.
Today as he was driving to work again the same things were going on around him. Odd people congregating, and owls were still everywhere around him. But the weird cat was gone. He couldn't help but think that it was somewhere around the corner watching him. Vernon was extremely relieved when he finally got to work. He could then just go on with his day normally. He struck up a conversation with one of his colleagues. He needed to know if it was for sure that the big CEO of the company was visiting today. He needed to seem impressive to the CEO. He was trying to get a promotion and he was going to need it if he had to support another kid. Vernon was glad to hear that the CEO wasn't coming. He wasn't exactly prepared to face the big CEO.
Then his colleague asked him about the peculiar people around town. Vernon was not having a good day. I can't even escape the strangeness even at work! Vernon thought. After his colleague asked him about it, Vernon stomped off to his cubicle. He didn't even say sorry or explain why he stomped off like that. He was so mad and ticked off that he wasn't in a very nice mood. There only has to be one explanation to all this. It's that Harry kid! He thought.
Finally Vernon was done at work. He could get on home. But still there were odd people around town. He was also right about the cat. It came around the corner of his house. I'm going to kill that cat, thought Vernon. He was indeed going to murder the cat but then Vernon noticed that his wife's car wasn't at home. Now where is that women?! I thought we were going to finish talking about this and send the kid to an orphanage. She didn't seem to care much about her sister so why would she care about her sister's kid, thought Vernon even more. He stomped into the house completely forgetting about the cat. He was surprised to see the batty old Mrs. Fig. She had that god forsaken Harry Potter in her arms.
Vernon couldn't help but notice how Mrs. Fig looked at Harry. What is up with this boy and why is he causing so many damn problems?! Why in the world is batty old cat lady Mrs. Fig at his house and where is his wife?
"Oh hello Mr. Dursley," said Mrs. Fig.
"Where's my wife and why are you here?!," exclaimed Vernon who was trying not to yell.
"She went to the post office and asked me to watch the kids," said Mrs. Fig, "But she's been gone for a while. I would say she left about thirty minutes after you left. But that's an estimation as to when she left. She hasn't come back since."
Oh dear lord what has happened to my wife? How can this day get any worse?, thought Vernon.
"Alright you can leave Mrs. Fig," Said Vernon dismissively. He knew that Mrs. Fig knew that he meant for her to get out of his house at that very minute. She handed Harry to Vernon and she hobbled on out of the house. Vernon set Harry on the couch not caring about whether or not he fell off. He was kind of hoping for Harry to fall and get brain damage. From that moment on Vernon hated the child.
Vernon made up his mind and decided that the kid was going to leave. He took out the phone book from under the coffee table. He was looking for a number for an orphanage but then he remembered that orphanages are a thing of the past. Nowadays kids went to foster homes. Finally he found a number for child services. He picked up the phone, dialed the number, and he called.
"Hello," said an anonymous person on the other line.
Author's note: Sorry that this chapter wasn't very long. I think I was having writers block with this chapter.