The cat's hair looked blonde now probably from the lights. I was in an arcade once and my blue shirt looked purple under the laser light. Well it was a trick of the light and all I cared about now was to get this concert over with and sneak my nice white ... or maybe blonde cat home into my room and play with it. We sat down at the chairs for the concert. They were the kind of chairs that you had to pull down the lower side to sit down and you were forced to relax to be comfortable, but not for long. If what my boyfriend had said about the Weird sisters were true, then everybody should be up on their seats screaming the minute they came in. There was a loud bang and sparks of electric blue shimmering confetti flew up in to the air in rapid succession from the four different corners of the stage, reflecting light all over the place. Right in the middle of the stage as the confetti fell down they stopped as if there were invisible platforms. Then as if by magic, the confetti just flew up again and a synchronized drum roll and song rose in to the air and in the second row of the concert hall I could practically touch them before they melted in my finger. I noticed the figure beside me, "it" was wearing a cloak, before another loud bang came again and the music stopped simultaneously along with all the noise and flashing light of the effects. And come to think of it, the crowd had never even gotten around to screaming yet. It was really awkward... the silence I mean. Someone in front of my row coughed a few seconds before someone shouted "LUMOS". There was a bright flare of bluish white light from a... from a stick on stage. The stick was connected to someone's hand and the person was pulling it closer to his face. This is where the dursleys come in. I knew the boy on stage (I say boy because he looked a little older that I am but probably within my age range maybe 25 to 35 or there about). He had ragged black hair and his other free hand was in his hair scratching or scattering his hair. The flare's brightness reduced or maybe my pupils dilated and I got used to the light. The cat in my lap meowed and jumped up in to the air. And once again I noticed that its colour was now black and it couldn't be another trick of the light because there were no lights or lasers for that matter. The cat was still in the air and now I couldn't take it home again, but that was the least of my problems. The cat was morphing into a human being. I know how that sounds and that is why I am in a psychiatric hospital now at this very moment that I am writing this story. The cat or whatever was now on the stage. It had blonde hair slicked back down his back like a plastic sculpture. And it had become a boy around the same age as the other one on the stage. Like I was saying, the boy on the stage was the Dursely's nephew. They made it a point of duty to tell every other living human being about how evil and bad the boy was. I always saw him as a lonely boy. He was either strolling alone on the street or lying under the window in their parlour. He never had any friends visit him and always wore tattered clothes. It was an inside joke in my house to say "I'll clean my room when the Dursley boy's friends visit". Anyway the Dursleys had said that he was away at a brutish saint or something like that school for juvenile delinquents. Well here he was standing on the stage; the cat boy was looking very handsome. It's not something I would naturally notice in the situation but it was very prominent. Another boy with flaming red hair and a huge billowing cloak joined the handsome cat boy as he (cat boy) said "give it up didn't hear the name here, we have you surrounded. You have to come with us"