Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number 4, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was director of a company called Grunnings which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck. although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was blonde and thin and had nearly twice the amount of usual neck, which came in handy as she spent most of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursley's had a small boy called Dudley, and in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursley's had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that someone would discover it. They couldn't bear if anyone figured out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met in several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her and her good for nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursley's shuddered to think what the neighbors would says if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursley's knew they had a small son, too, but they had never seen him. The boy was another reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with those type. When Mr. and Mr. Dursley woke up on a dull, gray, Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the dark, cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would be happening all over the country.
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