The screams came from the back garden of 4 Privit Drive.
Mrs Number 7 peered out to see what was going on.
Mrs number 7 was used to hearing screaming coming from Number 4, but usually it
was Vernon yelling at the Boy or the Freak.. Mrs. Number 7 never did anything
about it, it wasn't her business.
She peered between the slats o the blinds in the dining room as could see the
whole back garden. The Boy was there, looking as if he had been tied up and
turned into a statue, and there was a large lump that flew out of the house and
landed with a thump next to the decorative birdbath, followed by a smaller
object. It took a moment for Mrs Number 7 to realize that the smaller object was
Vernon Dursley's head and the larger his body.
There was a grunting sound and a large hog was running around the back, crashing
into the fence and the shed, as flashes of light tore gouts of flesh out of the
now heavily bleeding and staggering creature.
Mrs Number 7 gasped and stepped back from the window at the next sight she saw.
A frightening looking woman with wild hair and black robes as waving a stick
and throwing flashes of light about.
Petunia Dursley was dancing madly around the yard, but she was doing it very
awkwardly, as if her three legs had been reversed and her head was huge, and
rather horse-ish looking, and she was on fire and trying to put herself out
The teapot whistled and Mrs Number 7 made herself some tea, and went to the
front of the house, away from the back window, looking over the neighbors back
garden.
She picked up the phone and dialed.
"Emily, you'll never guess what I just saw.."