Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters of H.P! Please excuse any misspellings or bad grammar that I might have thank you.
(A/N: Hey everyone I hope you like this not so magical comedic mystery of a bunch of neighbors in Suburbia trying to figure out their new neighbor on the street/block whatever you want to call it if it's based on anything please tell me, so I may give where credit is due.)
Chapter 1: Late Night Walk
It all started late one night in a relatively quiet and secluded neighborhood just a few miles away from the hustle and bustle in London, lived a young and handsome man with jet-black hair and emerald green eyes along with a toned body to match. Stepping out of his typical two-floored house that matched everyone else's on the block dressed in nothing but his dark blue pajamas.
He began to walk across the lawn and stopped in his tracks to see the eerie sight of his next-door neighbors house. The house was large and seemed as if it were built during the Victorian Era. It had a crumbling foundation with significant termite damage and a very poorly tended lawn.
As the young man began to step onto his neighbors' lawn crunching the grass and leaves, out of nowhere thunder and lightning began to torment the peaceful night sky along with a strong gust of wind lifting the dirt and leaves off the ground slapping the mans face. Protecting himself from nature he stepped back onto his lawn when all of a sudden the storm just stopped. Feeling flustered at what had happened he walked back into the safety of his home, with a sign hanging saying The Potters.
Early in the morning as the street began to spring into life a poodle running from the corner house to the neighbor that lives in front of the young mans house began to sniff out a perfect spot a foot away from the flagpole and left a present. Then a teenage boy from next door walked out onto his porch and started to play "Seven Nation Army" on full blast, while the owners of the house with the flag pole came out. The husband was very handsome he had platinum blond hair cold grey eyes and a chiseled body wearing a camouflage vest and matching boxers. His wife was tall with pretty bushy honey hair chocolate eyes with a drop dead gorgeous body with Einstein's brain wearing pink boy shorts and a tank top to match. Passing her husband the British flag, he continued to walk over to the flagpole while the teenager was trying to worn him.
"Mr. Malfoy watch out Twinkie…" before he could finish his sentence the man already stepped on the present the dog left for him.
The blond man began to scream at the dog's owner from afar. "Albus I swear if your rat faced dog takes one more dump on my lawn, I'll staple its ass shut!" he began to walk toward Albus' house while his wife was holding him down he started. "Hermione let me go!"
"No Draco not until you calm down!" she lost her footing and fell to the ground with Draco dragging her across the lawn.
Meanwhile at the Potter residence the young man with ebony hair was laughing at all the commotion across the street when his wife came up from behind and began to speak.
"Harry, what's so funny?"
"Well Ginny, Twinkie decided to crap on Malfoy's lawn." Still laughing at what is happening outside. Now that the dog began an attempt to bite Draco's butt all while Hermione was trying pull the dog away.
A/N: A well everyone that's the end of the chapter hope you enjoyed read my other stories if you like. I'll have the extinguisher to put out any flames that might be coming at me.