Vernon Dursley was having a lovely time at work. One fine morning spent with complete normality.

As he walked down a normal road leading to his house, drinking a normal cup of coffee, he saw an owl approach his garden then sit on it.
There it was, smartly just sitting there, with a neat stamped letter in his beak waiting to get rid of it.

Vernon huffed and waddled over to it impatiently, "What on Earth's name do you think you're doing on my lawn, exactly?" He asked it.

The owl simply squeaked and dropped the letter, sensing his angry tone, it flew away as fast as it could.
"Strange happenings, strange times," the great Dursley muttered as he walked into his house.

Petunia was there waiting watching a soap with two teacups in front of her.
"What were you doing in the garden? Your tea has gone cold!" She shuddered angrily.

Vernon breathed deeply and simply held up the letter with the Hogwarts crest on it.

His wife turned from her healthy usual to a sickly pale green, much like the Crayola nobody wants to use.
She was surprised, because it had just past Christmas and term had just started.
What if that common Harry boy had got himself into trouble.

She frowned and motioned for the letter, which was given to her then they both sat down and read.

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Good afternoon, Mrs and Mr Dursley,
I'm writing to ask you a favour, in a way. Your nephew, Harry Potter has entered the Triwizard Tournament, which is a tournament which consists of three risky and dangerous challenges.
Participants from three different schools of magic in Europe will be competing (under special circumstances Harry Potter was the fourth champions).
The winner will win a prize of one thousand galleons. A galleon is equal to five British pounds, by the way.
Will you be so kind as to come free of charge for a luxury stay to watch the tournament? Harry does have no other family and it would be very kind of you to do that.
Meet me tomorrow 11 o clock at King's Cross station beside the sign of Platform 9 and 10.
Thanks, Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

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"Free of charge?" Vernon looked a bit pleased.
"You're not serious, you'd go?" Asked Petunia with wide eyes.
"Well, I suppose it would be a holiday and the potter boy could get injured!" Smiled Vernon.
"They're abnormal, though!"
"Well, they're being very generous." Vernon argued.
"Let's start packing then," smiled Petunia, "and get Dudley!"

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The next morning, they were at King's Cross Station, waiting for Dumbledore.
"What does this man look like again?" Asked Vernon scratching his nose anxiously.
"He's tall and bearded, and wears funny sorts of clothes!" Petunia replied as she watched Dudley play video games.

They were sitting on a bench with the sign for the platforms beside them and getting quite impatient.

A dong sounded as 11 o' clock struck and they suddenly spotted a man whom they hadn't spotted before.
He was tall, had a grey beard and half moon glasses.
He was wearing patterned robes and as he approached them, he stuck out his hand.

"Lemon drop, anyone?" He offered politely the bag of luxury lemon drops.
Dudley hesitated and took one which was very tasty and sweet.
"You must be the Dursley Family!" He smiled and Vernon nodded.

"I'm very pleased that you came here, now we need to get on platform 9 and 3/4 so can you just walk through the wall, there!"
Dumbledore pointed happily at the wall. Which looked very hard.

"I'm sorry?" Petunia thought she had misheard.
Dumbledore walked up to the wall and put his hand through. It disappeared and looked perfectly safe. "There!" He said.

Vernon walked up and put his foot through, it went straight through.
He nodded at the rest. "He's right you know,"

The family all walked in and Dumbledore followed them, until they had appeared to be in what looked like a platform.
On a sign, in spindly maroon letters were written the words
'Platform 9 3/4'.

"My goodness!" Said Vernon in awe and looked around. There was a huge red train which was smoking like a chimney.
"Look," Petunia pointed out, for Dudley who was poking bricks with his Smeltings stick, "you don't see many of those nowadays."

There were a few other kids at the platform, waiting to get on and suddenly they all started boarding.

"Come on, let's get our seats!" Petunia hurriedly said.
"There are private cabins in the train and you'll all fit in one, don't worry, the train isn't full." Dumbledore reassured the family.

Getting on the Hogwarts express was lovely as smelled of caramel, getting rid of Dudley's suspicious look and making him a bit hungry.

They found a cabin and sat down, with enough space to store the bags and lie down.
"Y'know, I would fancy having a trip on this train, it's almost first class." Vernon reasoned.
"Oh, this is nothing, much more luxuries at Hogwarts await you!" Dumbledore chuckled, "Harry will get a big surprise!"

They sat in cabin, reading and playing games, and looking at the view when suddenly the door opened.

A kind bustling lady said, "anything from the trolley?"
They were all tired and Dumbledore seemed to have nodded off, so Petunia ordered quite a few things.
Dudley got some sweets, and then they realised they didn't have any magical money.
"That'll be £21.50 in your money," she asked, "I'm a half blood!" She added.

Vernon handed over the money and they got started on the food.
There were some normal looking sandwiches in bright purple packaging which they are first.
Then Dudley discovered Bertie Bott's every flavour beans and gobbled down a few.
Petunia turned her nose up at the beans and had a pumpkin pie.
"Vernon, do have one of these!" She said delightfully afterwards.

"Is there any normal food at all?!" He asked squinting at the chocolate frogs.
He opened one and then got the shock of his life when it jumped.
Petunia squealed and Dumbledore woke up and caught it.

Handing it back to Vernon, he laughed, "It's real chocolate, with a simple enchantment! Let's see what card you've got," He ushered at the box.

Giving the chocolate to Petunia, who gave it Dudley to eat, he looked at the card, and said,"Merlin?"
"Ah," smiled Dumbledore, "A great wizard indeed!"
Vernon read the card and raised his brows.

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A few hours, sleeps and talks later, they arrived at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore got off first and led the Dursleys over to a carriage.
A horseless carriage, they noticed.
"How on earth is it meant to drive?" Asked Dudley, rudely.
"If you get on it then you will find out." Dumbledore replied completely ignoring the rudeness.

Sitting comfortably, they rode out of the station and into the woods until they reached the gates of Hogwarts.
It seemed like a nice warm place for all the other student but the Dursley Family couldn't see a thing save from ruins.
Dumbledore waved his wand there was a bang, suddenly, the castle was visible but only to the three members of the Dursley family.

"Welcome, welcome!" Dumbledore shouted to everyone and then suddenly flew off up in the sky.

Vernon, Petunia and Dudley followed the others into the castle, "Where do we go?" Dudley whispered.
"I don't know!" Vernon said panicking.

McGonagall was walking down the corridor to greet the Dursleys, she remembered them, the horrible people they were.
As she saw them, she smiled, waved and said "Hello, Mr and Mrs Dursley?"

"Yes. That is us." Vernon stated stoutly.
"Follow me to the great hall where dinner is ready!" McGonagall ordered.

"Wonder what type of food they'll be eating!" Exclaimed Petunia as she accidentally thought out loud.

"Oh, very much like your own with magical items as well. You don't need to eat the magic things if you don't want to, of course!" McGonagall stiffly remarked.

They walked past other students looking at them, large suits of armour, leftover Christmas decorations and ghosts. The ghosts were the worst, because Vernon turned a whiter shade than the ghost which went through him.

It was certainly a different experience, and didn't seem like a school at all with the lavish furnishings.

Then, as they turned into the great hall, where the students were settling and playing on their seats, a face stood out.

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Harry Potter was shocked as he saw the Dursleys enter the hall with McGonagall and take a place beside her at the table. (Extra seats had to be put in, of course)
"Why are they here?" He ask-whispered to Hermione.
"Triwizard tournament. Family of the champions come to watch, but of course if you'd read European Magic Schools and Their Relations, you would've known that." She said sternly.

"Alright. Alright, we're not as good as you are. Did Krum recommend that?" Ron spitefully spat, pressuring the word Krum.

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McGonagall smiled and told the Dursleys about the tournament.
As best as she could because they really were ignorant.
They probably didn't even believe in using your imagination.
Never mind Cinderella, she thought, they probably read newspapers for fairy tales.