Vernon Dursley wasn't an idiot.
The boy was a useless specimen; he was a freak, an abomination, but that could be controlled. Time would prove key to stomping out the unnaturalness he had been born with. And for a while, it worked.
Until the mail came on his eleventh birthday (yes, he remembered, no, he did not give a damn) and that godforsaken letter with its ridiculous wax seal and hideous penmanship erased ten years of work. The boy discovered his roots anyway.
But Vernon still held on to hope. Destroying the letter crushed the boy's spirits; he was sullen, but now that his ticket to escape was gone, he was forced to return to his life of normalcy. Vernon relaxed.
And then he was proven wrong.
Vernon gazed around in despair — his expensive, well-kept house was flooded with those ruddy letters. And yet more poured out of the fireplace, the air vents, and — where the hell were they coming from?
So he did what a brave man would do when he had to protect his family — and yes, unfortunately, the boy was included — he fled.
The boy was silent the entire journey, but Vernon could feel the waves of resentment and smugness rolling off of him, and his blood boiled. Well, he'd show him.
It was storming the night he came — that man, if he could even call him that. This was some freakish work of nature, this enormous man, who was twice Vernon's girth and towered over him. Up till then, Vernon had been at peace, assured that none of those bloody letters could find them here.
And damn if he didn't scare the hell out of Vernon, his voice booming over the raging storm, his black eyes blazing with fury. Vernon flinched as there was a flash of light and Dudley started squealing.
His attention was immediately diverted to his son, who was now sporting a pink, curly pig's tail.
Petunia was trembling beside him, so he instinctively moved to protect her, and attempted to glare at the man.
It did not work.
The boy was then whisked away by this awful man and Vernon's last thought was:
Good riddance.
He had never liked the boy anyway.
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Capture the Flag - Thunderstorm
