A boy survives

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley at Number 4 Privet Drive were proud
to be completely normal, very proud in fact. Nobody would be
Got the idea they might turn into a strange and
entangled mysterious story, for with such nonsense
they didn't want to have anything to do.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a company called Grunnings that
Manufactured drilling machines. He was tall and beefy and almost had
no neck, but a very large mustache. Mrs.
Dursley was thin and blond and had twice as much neck as
would have been necessary, which was very useful, because
so she could stretch her neck over the garden fence and to the
Peer over neighbors. The Dursleys had a young son
named Dudley and there wasn't one anywhere in her eyes
more splendid boys.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they had
also a secret and that someone could reveal it was
her greatest concern. It would be just unbearable if the thingwould come out with the Potters. Mrs. Potter was that
Sister of Mrs. Dursley; but the two had already met
not seen for a number of years. Mrs. Dursley claimed
even that she had no sister at all, because this one and theirs
No good of a man were as undursley as you can get
could only imagine. What would the neighbors say if the Potters showed up on your street one day?
The Dursleys knew that the Potters also had a young son
had, but they had never seen it. This boy was too
a good reason to stay away from the Potters; with a
such a child should not be touched by her Dudley.
As Mr. and Mrs. Dursley in the murky and gray
Tuesday our story begins, eyes
hit, was outside in the cloudy sky
no omen of strange and mysterious things
to recognize that should happen soon anywhere in the country. Mr.
Dursley hummed to himself and found his own to work withboring tie, and Mrs. Dursley chatted cheerfully
while she wrestled with the screaming Dudley
and forced him into his high chair.
Neither of them saw the huge tawny owl by the window
fly by.
At eight-thirty, Mr. Dursley picked up the briefcase and gave it
peck his wife on the cheek and tried too
kissing goodbye at Dudley's. However, it went wrong
because Dudley was just having a tantrum and the walls too
"Little rascal" pelted his porridge, chuckled Mt.
Dursley as he went outside. He sat down in the
Car and backed up the driveway to number 4.
It was on the street corner that he noticed something strange for the first time
on - a cat studying a road map. One
At the moment Mr. Dursley wasn't clear what he had seen -
then he quickly turned his head back to look again
to look. There was one at the bend into Privet Drive
tabby cat, but no road map was visible.What he had only thought of again! That must have been an illusion. Mr. Dursley
blinked and stared at the cat. The cat stared back.
While Mr. Dursley turned the corner and drove down the street
he watched the cat in the rearview mirror. Now she was reading
the sign with the name Privet Drive - no, she looked at that
Sign. Cats couldn't read cards or signs. Mr.
Dursley gave a little jerk and chased the cat away
his thoughts. While he was driving towards town, he had
only the big order for drilling machines in mind, the
Hopefully it would arrive today.
However, on the outskirts, the drills were running out of something
other things suppressed from his thoughts. He sat in the usual
morning traffic jam and couldn't see where
that apparently a lot of strangely dressed people
were on the way. People in long and wide cloaks.
Mr. Dursley hated people who looked weird
dressed - how the young people dressed up!That had to
be some stupid new fashion. He drummed with them
Fingers on the steering wheel and his gaze fell on a cluster
of these strange figures not far from him. All
excitedly they whispered to each other. Angry, Mr. Dursley said
found that some of them were not young at all; well,
this man there must be older than him and wearing one
emerald green cape! Maybe he had nerves! But then
it suddenly occurred to Mr. Dursley that this must be a crazy one
Disguise had to be - people were apparently collecting for
anything ... Yes, it had to be like that. The line of cars moved
himself, and a few minutes later Mr. Dursley drove into the
His company's parking lot, his thoughts back on the drills.
In his office on the ninth floor, Mr. Dursley sat
mer with his back to the window. Otherwise it would be his
This morning found it hard to get on with the drill
focus. He didn't notice the owls, the ones most brightly
Shot past days, but the people down in the street did;they pointed in the air and pursued with open mouths,
like one owl after another flew overhead. The
most of them had never seen one at all, haven't
once at night. Mr. Dursley, however, spent a whole
ordinary, owl-free mornings. He made five different ones
People to the snail. He made several important phone calls
and screamed a little louder. Until lunch break
he was in a brilliant mood and wanted to stretch his legs a little
and get a donut from the bakery across the street.
He already had the people in the strange outfit
long forgotten, but now, on the way to the bakery,
he met some of these figures. In passing he threw
angry looks at them. He didn't know why, but she did
made him uncomfortable. This pack was whispering too
excited, and a collection can was nowhere to be seen. On
the way back from the bakery, a bag with a large one
Chocolate rings in hand, he snapped a few wordsof them on
"The Potters, that's right, I heard that
"- yes, your son, Harry -"
Mr. Dursley stopped dead in his tracks. Fear overcame
him. He turned to the Whisperers as if he were them
wanted to say something, but then thought better of it.
He hastily crossed the street, stormed up into the office,
snarled at his secretary, he didn't want to be disturbed, grabbed
after the phone and had almost dialed the number from home when he changed his mind. He put the
Pick up the phone and rub his mustache. No,
he thought i'm stupid. Potter wasn't special
unusual name. Sure there were a lot of people who did
Potter and had a son named Harry. Well there he
thought about it, he wasn't even sure anymore if his
Nephew's real name was Harry. He didn't even have the boy
seen. He could also be called Harvey. It had no sense,
To worry Mrs. Dursley, she was always so freaked outif you even mentioned her sister. He made her
so no reproach - if he had such a sister
And yet, these people in their cloaks ...
That afternoon it was a lot harder for him, his
Thoughts on the drill and when he got to the office at five
When he left, he was still so worried that he was at
first step outside with someone
crashed.
"Sorry," he grumbled as the little old man walked in
Stumbled and almost fell. Only after a few seconds
Mr. Dursley noticed that the man was wearing a purple cloak
wore. It didn't seem to him that he had almost knocked it over
to continue annoying. On the contrary, on his face opened
a big smile, and the people walking by looked up,
when he said in a squeaky voice: "Today I forgive everything, mine
dear sir, nothing can throw me off course today! Looking forward
us, because you-know-who finally passed away!Even muggles like you should have this happy, happy day
to celebrate!"
And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley about in
Belly height and went from there.
Mr. Dursley stood there rooted to the spot. A total stranger had hugged him. He must have also called him a Muggle,
whatever that was. Completely confused, he hurried to
his car and drove home. He hoped these things
only to imagine, and that was new to him, because von
Imagination of the world is usually nothing.
When he turned into the driveway of number 4, his gaze fell
first - and that didn't exactly improve his mood - on her
tabby cat he had seen earlier that morning. she sat
Now on his garden wall. Certainly it was the same cat; you
had the same pattern around the eyes.
"Shhhh!" Mr. Dursley hissed loudly.
The cat didn't move. She just looked at him seriously
Eyes. Was that normal for cats? Mn wondered
Dursley. He tried to pull himself together and opened itFront door. Still he was determined, none of that
to tell his wife.
Mrs. Dursley had a nice, ordinary day behind
yourself. At dinner she told him all about women
Neighbour's problems with her daughter and that Dudley is one
had learned a new word ("ugh"). Mr. Dursley tried
just as always to give. He put Dudley to bed and left
then into the living room, where he can find the latest in the
Watching the evening news.
"And here's another message. Like the ornithologists in
report all over the country, our owls have today very much
behave unusually. Though owls usually at night
These birds were hunting and rarely spotted during the day
Watched them criss-cross hundreds of times since sunrise
flew across the country. The professionals can
did not explain why the owls suddenly changed their habits
have changed. "The newscaster allowed himself in
Grin. "Very mysterious. And now to Jim McGuffin with the weather.Are today
Expect more owl showers in the evening, Jim? "
"Well, Ted," said the weather reporter, "I can't do that
say, but it's not just the owls that are weird today
have behaved. Spectators from as far away as
Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee called me today and
reported that instead of the rain I promised yesterday
had whole showers of falling stars!
Maybe people celebrated New Year's Eve too early - that's still
a while, ladies and gentlemen! But i can you
promise a rainy night for today. "
Mr. Dursley sat frozen like an icicle in his chair.
Shooting stars all over the UK? Owls by day
flew? Mysterious people everywhere in strange ones
Dress? And a whisper, a