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The Dursleys were well respected in the Wizarding Community. The faces they showed to the public were those of any normal, pureblood family. But the Dursleys had a dark secret that they wanted no one to discover.

Vernon Dursley worked for the Ministry of Magic. His co-workers generally disliked him but he didn’t seem to notice or, if he did, care. He was a rising star in the Ministry. He had gone from the Department of Magical Transportation to the inner circles of the Minister for Magic in three years. He had a beautiful wife and a new son and he really felt that everything was working out perfectly.

Until one day.

“Mornin’ Vernon” called Kingsley Shacklebolt. Vernon nodded to him as he got his morning coffee and copy of the Daily Prophet. He took a sip and opened the Prophet to page two. He spat his mouthful of coffee out, all over the paper and all over himself. The people in the photo on page two scrambled to avoid getting soaked.

“What’s the matter Dursley?” said a wizard that he couldn’t recall the name of.

“Nothing,” he grunted “Just went down the wrong hole” Outwardly he was as calm as ever. Inwardly he was in the biggest panic of his life. He folded his paper and put down his coffee. He left the Ministry of Magic as fast as he could without attracting suspicion. He didn’t care that he was missing a meeting with the Minister for Magic. All he could think about was getting home to Petunia.

…

Petunia Dursley’s home was the picture of peace and harmony. Dudley was sleeping like an angel in his crib. Everything was tidy. She was just settling down in a chair for a nice read of Gilderoy Lockhart when the door exploded of its hinges.

She whipped around in her chair, her wand out and aimed in seconds. She saw the wizard standing there, wild eyed and haggard and Stunned him before she could recognise him.

She got up and walked slowly over to the body. With her shoe she turned it over and let out a cry of horror. Quickly, she restored Vernon to consciousness. When he sat up, wheezing, her relief swiftly turned to resentment.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?”

“I-cough- saw s-something-“ Vernon puffed,

“And, what were you thinking, bursting in like that? You knew that little Dudley was sleeping.”

“I d-didn’t actually-“

“You frightened me to death. For all I knew it could have been a murderer or a thief or, or-“

“Or, what?” Vernon demanded, trembling inwardly. This was the closest opening he could hope for.

“You know perfectly well who I’m talking about” Petunia said, sniffing prissily,

“I need you to say it, you know I do” Vernon said, getting up and brushing of his robes,

“Vernon, it could have been Him,” she whispered, her eyes filling up with tears.

He reached out and pulled her to him. She sobbed into his robes, her terror slowly ebbing away.

“We don’t know whom the prophecy was really about,” he began, as gently as he could

She pushed him roughly away; “There’s no one else it could possibly have been about!”

“The prophecy just said he would be in our family. It could be, uh, some other little boy” he faltered under her glare,

“There is no other boy, Vernon!” she said, breathing deeply “We know that it’s about Dudley!” she collapsed into a wave of fresh tears.

There, the perfect opportunity. “Petunia, the prophecy’s not about Dudley”

“Oh, really” she cried “I’ve had enough of your jokes, Vernon” Her voice faltered, her mind raced at the thought her baby could be spared,

“I’m not joking, Petunia,” Vernon said, heavily “You-Know-Who went after Lily”

“Wha- Lily?” she cried in disbelief, “My sister Lily!?”

“I know it’s hard to believe-“ Vernon began

“Hard to believe? My sister is a MUGGle!!!” Petunia screamed, half in shock and half in anger

“Petunia! Quietly, the neighbours will hear!” Vernon urged

“‘The neighbours will hear’, that’s just great, My muggle sister is dead and I have to be QUIET because I might disturb the NEIGHBOURS???”

“I know, darling, I know.” Vernon said soothingly “But that isn’t all-“

“There’s more?”

“Yes, Her husband died too-“

“Of course he died, he was a Muggle too! What could they do to stop You-Know-Who?” Petunia sobbed as she sank into a chair

“They had a son”

“A-a son?” she whispered, “Vernon, tell me that You-Know-Who wasn’t after him, Vernon, please tell me that He wasn’t after the son!”

“He was- BUT!” Vernon cried above his wife’s wail of anguish “He didn’t die”

“He didn’t die?” Petunia raised her tear-streaked face “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know, darling” Vernon whispered apologetically “They didn’t say” He turned to leave his wife alone. Petunia had loved her sister very much, even when she despised her for being a witch.

“Vernon,” her voice made him stop and turn back “How do you know this?”

“It was in the Daily Prophet” Vernon grunted “Page Two”

“Does everyone know?”

“Yes”

“We’re not safe anymore, are we?”

“I don’t know”