Vernon Dursley, an employee at Grunnings, has been granted a promotion but it requires him to move to an overseas branch of the company.
At first he is appalled at the thought of moving to America, of all countries, but when Petunia reminds him of their nephew's origins and the chance that they wont come looking for him so far from Britain, Vernon's choice is easily made.
If only Petunia wasn't so jealous of her sister Lily. If only Vernon didn't share her hate for freakishness. If only they weren't so against Harry becoming more of a freak like the rest of his kind. Maybe if things were different, they would never have encountered the horror that awaited them.
Vernon would find himself becoming increasingly angry at how much driving he had to do just to get to his new job-site. The Dursley family, plus Harry, were now in Texas, USA.
The British family soon finds themselves driving through a small town in Ruggsville county. Deciding that he's had enough whining from his wife and his son, no nevermind to his freak nephew who just sits there looking out the window not saying a word...'freak'. Vernon stops at a small store and decides to ask for directions.
A few moments later and the visibly upset and disturbed Dursleys quickly leave the store and scramble into their car and leave as fast as they can
"From now on, 'clowns' are a bad word just like the 'M' word!" The large man roared, his thin wife nodding her head frantically in agreement. Dudley was laughing at what he perceived to be a joke and Harry...simply stared out the window.
A few miles down the road found the Brits standing on the side of the road as Vernon put all his years of vehicle knowledge, which was next-to-none, to use as he tried to figure out what, in God's name, the thing was that was clamped around the back right tire.
"It's a bear-trap Uncle Vernon" "How would you know that boy!" "The Discovery channel Uncle Vernon." "You giving me lip boy!" "No Unc..."
Whatever Harry was going to say next was cut off by a beefy-hand catching him across the face and sending him sprawling to the ground.
"No see here! I will not have any of your cheek you little freak!"
The sound of a gun cocking and a devious giggle were the next sounds to be heard before a voice spoke
"How bout my cheek then, fat boy? Now turn around...SLOWLY! I might just get a little trigger-happy and blow off a few of those pounds, jeez like a ** whale on two legs"
A pale Vernon turned around slowly, his hands in the air, and he looked at (what he believed to be) the robbers but felt his bladder loosen slightly at what he did see.
A thin man with silvery-hair string-thin hair that hung down just below his shoulders, a thick unkempt goatee that was mostly gray-white with a few blotches of brown. The man wore ragged pants and a shirt that had a picture of the American flag on it and the words "Burn this Flag" just above it
The man was pointing a revolver at Vernon and, even as indignant as Vernon Dursley could be at any subject, the Brit could easily read the man's expression as "I dare you to try something"
The worst part, to the family man, was that his wife was currently being held captive by a young blonde woman who was grinning madly as she whispered into Petunia's ear causing Vernon's wife to choke back a sob every so often.
Dudley was eating the sandwich that the third man, that his father had yet to see, had given him.
Harry was simply standing there, having picked himself off the ground. He had no idea what to make of the situation he was in, and he wouldn't be given the time to think over, he was suddenly spun around in place and then lifted off the ground into a bone-crushing hug which was followed by a girlish squeal of delight
"OH! He's such a little darling isn't he? To think these poor folks had such a diamond amongst them and didn't even know it! Don't you worry child, Mama Firefly is going to take good care of you from now on!" The exuberant woman declared as she held Harry as if he was a baby.
The woman turned towards the others
"Well? What are you waiting for? Otis, Rufus, get those two to the house. I think they want to stay for dinner! Don't you? Baby, bring the little balloon, he might be salvageable if we can get him down to size. If not...well, I'm sure Tiny would love to have a little friend!"
Neither Vernon nor Petunia were able to say or do anything when their world went dark.
In the coming days, they would both wish they had never left Britain.
They would wish that they could see their son and know he was safe.
They would wish that their son would stay away from them and go die, once the boy had started to learn the Firefly family's more interesting hobbies and had begun practicing them.
They would wish that their freak nephew, who was definitely the cause of all this, had never appeared on their doorstep that night so many years ago.
They would wish their nephew would have mercy on them and forgive them as they soon learned that the young Potter was infinitely more adept at "playing" than Dudley.
They would wish for freedom, and then they would wish for death. They would wish for it to all just end, and two months later, they would get their wish.
Vernon and Petunia were gone, never to return. That was okay, their story was over. Harry's and Dudley's however, was just starting.