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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Dursley
,
of
number
four
,
Privet
Drive
,
were
proud
to
say
that
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
just
did
n't
hold
with
such
nonsense
.
Mr.
Dursley
was
the
director
of
a
firm
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
thin
and
blonde
and
had
nearly
twice
the
usual
amount
of
neck
,
which
came
in
very
useful
as
she
spent
so
much
of
her
time
craning
over
garden
fences
,
spying
on
the
neighbors
.
The
Dursleys
had
a
small
son
called
Dudley
and
in
their
opinion
there
was
no
finer
boy
anywhere
.
The
Dursleys
had
everything
they
wanted
,
but
they
also
had
a
secret
,
and
their
greatest
fear
was
that
somebody
would
discover
it
.
They
did
n't
think
they
could
bear
it
if
anyone
found
out
about
the
Potters
.
Mrs.
Potter
was
Mrs.
Dursley
's
sister
,
but
they
had
n't
met
for
several
years
;
in
fact
,
Mrs.
Dursley
pretended
she
did
n't
have
a
sister
,
because
her
sister
and
her
good-for-nothing
husband
were
as
unDursleyish
as
it
was
possible
to
be
.
The
Dursleys
shuddered
to
think
what
the
neighbors
would
say
if
the
Potters
arrived
in
the
street
.
The
Dursleys
knew
that
the
Potters
had
a
small
son
,
too
,
but
they
had
never
even
seen
him
.
This
boy
was
another
good
reason
for
keeping
the
Potters
away
;
they
did
n't
want
Dudley
mixing
with
a
child
like
that
.
When
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Dursley
woke
up
on
the
dull
,
gray
Tuesday
our
story
starts
,
there
was
nothing
about
the
cloudy
sky
outside
to
suggest
that
strange
and
mysterious
things
would
soon
be
happening
all
over
the
country
.
Mr.
Dursley
hummed
as
he
picked
out
his
most
boring
tie
for
work
,
and
Mrs.
Dursley
gossiped
away
happily
as
she
wrestled
a
screaming
Dudley
into
his
high
chair
.
None
of
them
noticed
a
large
,
tawny
owl
flutter
past
the
window
.
At
half
past
eight
,
Mr.
Dursley
picked
up
his
briefcase
,
pecked
Mrs.
Dursley
on
the
cheek
,
and
tried
to
kiss
Dudley
good-bye
but
missed
,
because
Dudley
was
now
having
a
tantrum
and
throwing
his
cereal
at
the
walls
.
"
Little
tyke
,
"
chortled
Mr.
Dursley
as
he
left
the
house
.
He
got
into
his
car
and
backed
out
of
number
four
's
drive
.
It
was
on
the
corner
of
the
street
that
he
noticed
the
first
sign
of
something
peculiar
--
a
cat
reading
a
map
.
For
a
second
,
Mr.
Dursley
did
n't
realize
what
he
had
seen
--
then
he
jerked
his
head
around
to
look
again
.
There
was
a
tabby
cat
standing
on
the
corner
of
Privet
Drive
,
but
there
was
n't
a
map
in
sight
.
What
could
he
have
been
thinking
of
?
It
must
have
been
a
trick
of
the
light
.
Mr.
Dursley
blinked
and
stared
at
the
cat
.
It
stared
back
.
As
Mr.
Dursley
drove
around
the
corner
and
up
the
road
,
he
watched
the
cat
in
his
mirror
.
It
was
now
reading
the
sign
that
said
Privet
Drive
--
no
,
looking
at
the
sign
;
cats
could
n't
read
maps
or
signs
.
Mr.
Dursley
gave
himself
a
little
shake
and
put
the
cat
out
of
his
mind
.
As
he
drove
toward
town
he
thought
of
nothing
except
a
large
order
of
drills
he
was
hoping
to
get
that
day
.
But
on
the
edge
of
town
,
drills
were
driven
out
of
his
mind
by
something
else
.
As
he
sat
in
the
usual
morning
traffic
jam
,
he
could
n't
help
noticing
that
there
seemed
to
be
a
lot
of
strangely
dressed
people
about
.
People
in
cloaks
.
Mr.
Dursley
could
n't
bear
people
who
dressed
in
funny
clothes
--
the
getups
you
saw
on
young
people
!
He
supposed
this
was
some
stupid
new
fashion
.
He
drummed
his
fingers
on
the
steering
wheel
and
his
eyes
fell
on
a
huddle
of
these
weirdos
standing
quite
close
by
.
They
were
whispering
excitedly
together
.
Mr.
Dursley
was
enraged
to
see
that
a
couple
of
them
were
n't
young
at
all
;
why
,
that
man
had
to
be
older
than
he
was
,
and
wearing
an
emerald-green
cloak
!
The
nerve
of
him
!
But
then
it
struck
Mr.
Dursley
that
this
was
probably
some
silly
stunt
--
these
people
were
obviously
collecting
for
something
...
yes
,
that
would
be
it
.
The
traffic
moved
on
and
a
few
minutes
later
,
Mr.
Dursley
arrived
in
the
Grunnings
parking
lot
,
his
mind
back
on
drills
.
