Dumbledore brought Diana to a muggle street in Surrey. Dumbledore was able to transfigure her clothes from her Wonder Woman costume to a knee-length red dress and matching shoes and purse. Her tiara, lasso and bracelets were being kept in the purse for the time being. They began to walk the rest of the distance to their destination.
"Who will I be staying with, Professor? More wizards?" asked Diana, slowing her walk to the elderly man's leisurely pace.
"The house in which you will be staying is owned by a muggle family. Difficult as it may seem to understand, it is currently the safest place for us to hide you at the moment."
"Excuse me, sir, but you keep using the word 'muggle'. What does it mean, exactly?" She turned sideways to look at him as he answered.
"Oh, forgive me, Diana, in my old age I seem to forget the need to explain myself. Muggles are people that cannot do magic."
Diana was slightly confused, "You mean it can't be learned by anyone?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Witches and wizards are born, not made."
"But I'm not a witch, but I was able to use a wand yesterday when I was fighting those men."
Dumbledore didn't let on how surprised he really was by this news, "Interesting."
Before Diana could question him further, she noticed the street sign, Privet Drive. "Where are we going?"
"We're almost there."
"Did you tell them we're coming?" Dumbledore just stared ahead guiltily, "Professor…"
"Well, here we are!" He said cheerfully. Diana looked at the house, number four. It looked exactly like the rest of the houses on the street. These people must have absolutely no imagination. Dumbledore walked up to the door and knocked. After a moment, a bony, horse faced woman answered the door. "Ah, Mrs. Dursley, pleasure to see you this fine morning,"
The woman, Mrs. Dursley, stared in shock at the man, from his deep purple robes to his silver, waist-length beard, "Who are you?"
"Oh, yes, we have never met in person, my apologies; I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of your nephew's school,"
Petunia almost had a panic attack. She frantically waved the two inside, while looking to see if any neighbors saw, "What do you mean by coming here in broad daylight?"
Diana was herself shocked by this reaction, but the good professor was completely unfazed, "Forgive the intrusion, Petunia, but I have a favor to ask of you."
"A favor," Petunia laughed, "What gives you the right to come in here asking favors after everything that your lot has put my family through!"
"With all due respect, dear lady, I have absolutely no idea what 'my lot' has done to your family that you have not brought on yourselves by being uncooperative, given the circumstances."
Petunia was now fuming, "We would have been perfectly happy all of these years if you hadn't dropped that freak on our doorstep!"
"What do you mean?" asked Diana.
Petunia must not have registered her appearance at first, because she looked at Diana as if she had just popped out of thin air, "My nephew, we didn't want anything to do with my freak sister and her worthless husband in the first place…"
"But why?" Diana interrupted, "Sisters should not be enemies. There are few bonds stronger than sisterhood,"
"My sister and her husband were freaks! And then they had my freak nephew and then he was dumped on our doorstep when they got themselves killed!"
Diana didn't understand why someone could hate a member of their own family so much. She was going to respond in anger, but she caught herself. If the professor wanted her to stay here, it wouldn't do to offend the owners of the house, so she settled for an angry glare.
"Mrs. Dursley, I introduce Ms. Diana Prince. We have need of a safe place for her to stay for the time being…"
"I will not have my family burdened any more by your freak world! Besides, my Dudders is at a very impressionable age, we can't have a woman like her prancing around the house! Look at her; she's wearing all red like a street walker!" Petunia was glaring furiously at the headmaster.
Diana was about to say something in her own defense, but she was silent after one glance in the Professor's direction. On the outside, he was calm as ever; but she could see that the twinkle was gone from his eyes and his overall demeanor had become somewhat cold. She actually felt a shiver run up her spine. She had only known him a few hours, but she could already tell that this was not a usual occurrence for him.
"Diana, could you excuse Mrs. Dursley and me as we step into the kitchen for a moment for a bit of a chat," He gestured to the other woman to lead him to the kitchen. Petunia dare not disobey, so she angrily stepped through the door to the kitchen, which was at the end of the hall.
Diana waited for about ten minutes, or fifteen, she lost count. She tried to hear what they were saying, yet, strangely, there were no sounds coming from the kitchen even though it must be a very heated conversation that they were having. For lack of anything better to do, she began observing the many pictures hanging on the walls; she noticed that there were three people featured in all of the pictures: Mrs. Dursley, Her Husband, and a rather large boy. Professor Dumbledore hadn't told her anything about this family, but she had to guess that that boy was their son. He seemed happy in all of the pictures, and from the way the woman spoke of her nephew, she couldn't imagine him being happy in a portrait with this family. It made her heart ache to know that the boy was in a house with a blood relative, but he wasn't loved.
Petunia and Dumbledore finally came out of the kitchen, Petunia looking very sullen, "You may stay here until Professor Dumbledore can make other arrangements," she said stiffly.
Diana wondered what Professor Dumbledore could have said to get the woman to change her mind, but another glance at the headmaster and she decided I don't wanna know. So she decided to respond to the horse-faced woman in cool politeness, "Thank you very much for your generosity, Mrs. Dursley," after which both women glared at each other in intense dislike.
Dumbledore spoke again to Diana, and she was glad to note that the twinkle was back, "Well, my dear, I'm afraid that this is farewell for now. Oh, by the way, I had someone stop by your apartment in America and gather some of your belongings," he waved his wand, Petunia flinched, and two suitcases and a duffle bag appeared on the floor of the foyer.
"Thank you for all you've done, Professor," said Diana.
"Not at all, now good day to you both."
There was definite tension in the house after Dumbledore left. Diana was just about to ask where the room was in which she would be staying, when Petunia called at the top of her lungs, "Boy, get down here now!"
Diana heard a door slam open upstairs, so she looked to the top of the stairs. She saw a boy of about fourteen or fifteen appear at the top. He was skinny for his age with messy black hair and round glasses. When he came down the stairs and she could see him better, she saw that he was covered in some superficial cuts and scrapes. She also saw that he had a very interesting scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. What that stood out most, however, were his eyes. They were brilliant, emerald green, but they also seemed so sad and haunted. Most of it could have been from living here with these 'relatives' of his, but she also got the suspicion that something traumatic happened to him recently. When he was fully in the room, his gaze shifted to Diana and the suitcases before he turned to his aunt.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," he said icily.
"We have a guest. Carry her luggage to the spare bedroom and then get to your chores before Vernon gets home," the boy just walked over to the suitcases and tried to, awkwardly, pick up the suitcases and the duffle bag all at once.
"I'll get this," said Diana, kindly, picking up the duffel bag. He just nodded without speaking. She followed him back up the stairs; the suitcases would make a clunking sound when they hit the wall or the banister, so he tried to hold them close to his body while at the same time he tried not to trip. When they reached the second floor, he led her to the end of the hall to the last door on the right. He opened the door and they both entered the room. The decorations here were just as bland as in the rest of the house, but it didn't look uncomfortable. There was a large bed with fluffy pillows and a comforter that had a floral print which wasn't so bad. Other than the bed, there was a short dresser and a matching nightstand with a lamp on it. There was also an oscillating fan for the warmer nights. "This is nice," she said to the boy, still standing holding her suitcases.
"Where would you like me to set these?" he asked.
"Oh, just set them on the floor next to the bed," he put the suitcases in the intended spot and then began to turn to leave when he heard her speak again, "Thank you. I'm Diana Prince, but you can call me Diana." She held out her hand to shake; a kind smile was on her face.
Harry was dumbfounded by the kind gesture, "I don't mean to be rude, but didn't my aunt say anything to you about me? It's just that when the Dursleys have friends to stay for any length of time they've been told about my reputation and then don't act very friendly toward me."
Diana realized what he was thinking and immediately meant to correct him, "Well I wouldn't exactly call them friends, and if they did tell me about your 'reputation', I probably wouldn't believe it."
Harry still didn't know what to think of Diana, but decided to be friendly and see what would happen, "Alright then, nice to meet you, Diana; my name is Harry, Harry Potter,"
Diana let out a surprised gasp when she heard the name that she heard for the first time just that morning.