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This is the point of view of a nosy next door neighbour, discussing harry's summer visits to the dursleys through her own eyes and eavesdropping skills :) this chapter focuses on Goblet of Fire up to the Half Blood Prince.

Interview with the neighbour's part 2.

The next summer was a strange one as well, I saw that there were all sorts of strange and exotic looking birds coming and going from the one window in the house, most likely the potter boy's room. I doubt Petunia knew about it, if she did she turned a blind eye, because I know that she hated animals, I remember when she took Dudley to the park once when he was small and she would not let him go anywhere near our neighbours dog, and she told me then how much she disliked them.

There were many arguments that followed the return of the two boys from school, and for once, they didn't seem to be about Harry. From what I could gather, Petunia was attempting to get Dudley to follow a diet. I would say he was beyond due for one, he was always a huge kid growing up, the trouble was, he was growing wider faster than he was growing up tall, and width overtook.

The potter boy left in an extremely unusual way once again. There I was sat in my living room reading my book, when I heard a loud voice talking. It seemed like they were almost (but not quite) in the room with me, so naturally I stopped reading to listen to them.

They said something about there not being enough room, and to go back quickly and tell the others not to come. Which I thought was very strange as their house had plenty of room, and again there was no extra car, bike or anything in the drive to suggest that they had visitors.

Another voice seemed to join the others, and, up until now I had thought that they might have just left the T.V on really loudly, but the sudden explosion that came through to my house was enough to rattle my teacup and cause the lights to flicker. Then I knew that this had to be for real. There was a brief period where I couldn't hear anything, and then, all of a sudden I hear Petunia screaming, a man who wasn't Mr Dursley yelling, along with Mr Dursley himself. This was followed by the sound of lots of crashing china.

After the noise had calmed down a bit, I went around to their house to check that everything was alright, only to be greeted by a very grey and dusty looking Mr Dursley. He insisted that everything was fine, and when I asked about the explosions I was just told that the potter boy had been causing more trouble and decided to put some sort of explosives in the fireplace, causing the mess and there was a red haired man who seemed to be helping them clean up. He told me that he had taken Harry away, and not to see him again until next summer.

Dudley came home next summer, and the Dursleys spent every minute of their time making sure that everyone knew that Dudley had been given some sort of boxing champion. I wasn't too impressed truth be told, they worshipped the ground that their son walked on, when he spent most of his time destroying the children's play park and throwing stones at people. He threw a stone at my car once, so I went and complained to his parents, who completely denied him doing anything of the sort, saying that he was having tea at a friend's house. I didn't believe a single word of it, having seen Dudley and his friend's destructiveness with my own eyes.

The summer of 1995 was a hot one, although there was a particularly strange event that occurred that summer. I was trying desperately to do something with the plants in the front garden without using the hose or watering can, due to the hosepipe ban that had been implemented, when there came an almighty BANG! which resounded down the street. I stood up and curiously peered over the hedge, when I saw Mr Dursley struggling to get his hands on the potter boy, who was stood with a defiant expression outside the Dursleys open window.

Mr Dursley said it was a car backfiring, but I could tell from the look on his face, that it wasn't. From what I could tell, the potter boy had set off some kind of rocket noise from underneath the window, as some kind of annoying prank to annoy the Dursleys.

Around about half an hour later, I was just going outside to collect my gardening things which I had accidentally left outside, when it suddenly went dark. I thought perhaps that I had not noticed the time, but it shouldn't have gotten so dark so quickly, and what struck me as odd was that there were no stars out, and it had suddenly turned freezing cold so I hurried about the garden to collect my things.

I then saw old Mrs Figg walking back down the street, escorting Harry and Dudley, the latter being half dragged down the road by Harry. I heard her shouting about how someone had left them to deal with a load of cauldrons, broomsticks and something called dementors. I always thought that old Mrs Figg was a bit demented with all of those cats she had and the slippers she wore everywhere but I thought it was a bit strange to hear her admitting it out loud to the Potter and Dursley boys.

Maybe she was demented, maybe she was a witch practising magic and eating toads and stuff. That thought creeped me out, but not as much as the thought that the potter boy seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. Maybe some of their black magic had gone wrong when they tried to use Dudley as their guinea-pig. It would explain why he was in that sort of state. Harry probably thought that by taking out one of the biggest bully's in the street that kids would be nicer to him, he never really mixed well with the other children. Probably for the best if they are going to end up like Dudley: half unconscious.

I watched the two boys get to the front door, and heard Petunia scream at the sight of her precious son, not that I blame her, I dread to think what my reaction would have been like if I saw my Jessica return home in that state. He at least had the decency to bring him home to his parents, whatever he had done to the boy.

I heard more shouting that night, and I don't blame them. Dudley had obviously told them what had happened to him. Mr Dursley started shouting about having owls in the house, and about how he wanted to know what Harry had done to Dudley and how he wasn't going to tolerate any more. Then shouting at him to get out, well that was a bit extreme, but then I hadn't actually heard what he had done to Dudley, and was probably scared that the same thing would happen to them. I don't know what I would have done in that situation.

The words that I most clearly recall from that night was; "remember my last, Petunia." Well I had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but it wasn't any voice I recognised, and it seemed to have some sort of effect because they were then shouting for the Potter boy to do as he's told and go to his room.

I hadn't seen the Potter boy around for a while, but a few days after the incident, I saw the Dursleys (minus Harry) all dressed up nicely, and boasting loudly that they had won an All-England Best Kept Suburban Lawn Competition, which I thought was highly unlikely looking at their lawn and I had never even heard of it before.

While they were gone there was a strange commotion in their house. I saw several people land in the back garden carrying what looked like broomsticks. I thought that I had been out in the sun too long! There had to be at least 9 of them, and the most prominent among them was the woman with fluorescent pink hair.

I saw them pick the lock on the back door with those strange looking sticks that I had often seen the potter boy carrying. Probably some sort of special pen-knife or talisman I had guessed, another reason not to intervene.

I was in half mind to call the police about the break in, but then they didn't look like burglars, although they were being far too loud and I even heard one of them break something in there. I heard the crashing noise.

The next thing I saw was them heading back out of the house, with an extra broom suspended by nothing. Although it was very dark so I could have been mistaken, they could not have been burglars because they didn't have anywhere to hide any stuff that they had taken. And I saw them take off into the air. I must have dozed off or been dreaming or something.

All I know is that the next day, the Dursleys were angry because the competition had not existed in the first place, as I well suspected, and the potter boy had disappeared during the night. I thought that he must have sent them the letter himself as a joke to get them out of the house, while he made a run for it, and made them look completely stupid at the same time. I wouldn't have taken him back next time, especially if he's going to be turning them into toads or something.

Over the year was a lot different to other years. Something seemed to have knocked a bit of sense into Dudley, and he was so much nicer for it. He seemed to be trying to make up for all the years of bullying people. The other day he even helped me inside with all my heavy groceries! Where before he would have either sat there and laughed at me struggling, or he would have stolen it and thrown it across the road like I remember him doing once!

We didn't see the Potter boy until summer once again, and as he got out of the car Mr Dursley was ranting about how he wasn't going to tolerate any more of his type threatening him or his family again. The boy just solemnly took his tirade and didn't fight back like he normally would; he seemed kind of, lost. It's strange how both boys have changed so dramatically so suddenly.

Lots of bad stuff had been going on during that time, the Brockdale Bridge in London, had apparently snapped in half randomly, and killed lots of people. As far as she could tell from the news, no one knew why it had happened. There were a couple of nasty murders as well, a woman had been murdered in her home, which was locked from the inside. The experts had said that there was no known cause, she was healthy in all aspects apart from the fact she was dead. There was great concerns that a new disease had cropped up, and how they were ever going to fight it if it spread.

There was also that random hurricane that swept through a village somewhere. There was something really strange going on in the country at that time, and things never seemed to be looking up at all. I remember taking a trip to London once, and it was just so foggy and depressing for the middle of summer I just had to come back home.

The other strange thing that occurred in the Dursley household, was the appearance of a strange looking man. I first noticed it when the streetlight outside my house turned itself off, and I glanced out and got a glimpse of the elderly gentleman, with peculiar clothing, and the longest white beard I have ever seen in my life. I got another glimpse of him as the light from the Dursley front door opened, illuminating the man.

After a while, the lights came back on, and I heard talking. i got up to see what the commotion was and to tell them to keep the noise down, when I saw the gentleman escorting the potter boy away. I was completely baffled as to why it was just that man, and not a whole escort. I mean, I've heard what's gone on in that house over the years, and I wouldn't trust the boy not to do something nasty. The old man must have known him very well and would have known that he would not do anything to him.

A/N: so what do you think?

the next and final section to come is the Deathly Hallows and a little bit beyond :)