Mr. Vernon Dursley and Mrs. Petunia
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 didn’t hold with
such nonsense.
Unfortunately for them, ‘such
nonsense’ had a way of creeping into the lives of the Dursleys. You could even
say that much of their life for last three decades had involved dealing with
things that were ‘strange or mysterious’, much to their dislike.
You would think finding a
one-year-old kid on your doorstep was sufficiently strange. In the very least,
they thought it was as strange as it gets, but then things started getting
stranger and mysteriouser. The new kid, Harry Potter, started finding new ways
to make their lives miserable. Initially, it was little things like growing
hair overnight and letting loose a snake on their son Dudley. Then, Harry’s
mysteriously unkempt buddy gave Dudley a tail. No, not a ‘tale’ of monkeys and
crocodiles. A literal pig’s ‘tail’ protruding out of Dudley’s bottom. Soon,
strange and mysterious things were trying to kiss Dudley to death. By the time
Harry told Dursleys that their life was in danger and they should go into
hiding, Dudley was willing to believe him despite his father’s concern that
Harry was just trying to get hold of their house. Thankfully for them, Harry
Potter got on with his life and killed somebody else.
For a while, the Dursleys thought
their life could once again go back to normal, and for a few glorious years (to
them), it was. Dudley got married, and had a son they named Piddly. When he was
two years old, Vernon Dursley threw his grandson in the air hoping to catch him
mid-air. Piddly rose three feet in the air and just remained there. His
grandfather waited for a few seconds before sitting down in his chair in
despair; Piddly immediately fell down and everyone blamed Vernon for being
careless with the kid.
Vernon resolved to live in peace with
the fact that Piddly suffered from the M-word, but his resolved was tested every
day. To his horror, his son Dudley seemed to delight in the child’s
abnormality. He told the kid tales of Uncle Harry, of owl post from a weird
school, and a train from platform nine and three quarters at King’s Cross, how
weird people shouted down their phone and popped out of their fireplace. Vernon
disapproved of Dudley’s enthusiasm for nonsense, but kept his quiet. Meanwhile,
Piddly was getting enamoured with the school named after a wart on a hog where
he would learn how to be weird.
The owl post came, and Piddly danced
the whole day. Two days later, a professor from the Hogwart’s School for Witchcraft
and Wizardry came to explain the muggles all about the school for magic, or at
least as much the muggles could be expected to understand.
Piddly was excited to finally meet
someone from the school; Dudley was nervous, his previous interactions with
wizards had not been particularly good. Piddly’s mother and grandparents were
rather sceptical to begin with, but even they had to admit that for a weird
fellow from a weird school, the professor was conducting himself in a dignified
and courteous manner.
“I am impressed by how relaxed you
are upon hearing about a school for learning magic,” said Professor Neville
Longbottom.
“My cousin went to the school, he
used to live with us, so it is not much of a shock,” replied Dudley.
“Oh! Which year did he graduate? I
might know him.”
“I am not sure he graduated at all,”
roared Vernon. “His cousin Harry was a problem child all along.”
The professor looked at them
quizzically. “Harry?,” he cried, “Did you say Harry? You don’t mean Harry
Potter, do you? Wait, you guys are the muggles Harry Potter grew up with? I
wish Minerva had told me this before she sent me here.”
While Vernon was irritated by the
professor’s reaction, he was not particularly surprised. People suffering from
the M-word never appreciated how much the Dursleys had suffered on account of
Harry Potter. He wanted to lash out at the professor, but stopped when he
noticed the wizard smile as he pull something out of his pocket.
“Your uncle Harry and I were together
at Hogwart’s,” said Neville to Piddly. He looked relaxed, even gleeful. “We
were both in Gryffindor’s House, I am now the head of that House. He was a
naughty kid, he and his friends cost us a lot of points with their nocturnal
roaming. I tried to stop them once but his friend Hermione petrified me.
Petrificus totalus, now that’s a simple yet effective spell.”
Vernon was rapidly losing his comfort
with a man who seemed so happy reminiscing about being petrified with spells.
Neville now held in his hand what looked like a gold coin. Dudley asked him
what it was. The professor explained it was a coin of Dumbledore’s Army and he
was using it to summon Harry Potter.
“What army? You never said you were
in the Army, you said you taught herbs at that place,” Vernon shouted.
The professor opened his mouth to
reply but closed it as he heard the familiar ‘pop’. It was quickly followed by a
second ‘pop’.
*
Harry Potter and Ginny took in the
scene with some confusion. The Dursleys looked at them with bewilderment. The
professor smiled. “I believe some introductions are in order. Piddly, this is
your uncle Harry. And that’s your Aunt Ginny. Harry, this is Piddly, the son of
your beloved cousin. I was just telling him how Hermione petrified me when I
tried to stop you guys from roaming about illegally at night.”
Harry just stared at Neville in
amazement. It was Ginny who spoke. “They are muggles. Why are you telling them
all this? Whatever happened to that International Statute of Wizarding
Secrecy?”
“Why do you think I am here, Ginny?
Just before Hogwart’s is to re-open, why am I sitting here talking to a
ten-year old and his muggle family,” the professor asked Ginny with an
exaggerated innocence. He then turned to Piddly and said as if explaining a
difficult concept to a student, “If you want to understand what the victims of
Petrificus spell look like, why, just look at the expression on your uncle’s
face.”
Harry Potter just stood still for a
few seconds. “No,” he finally said, softly. Then he repeated the ‘no’ with some
excitement in his voice. He looked at Vernon in delight and said a loud ‘no’.
Then, he turned to Petunia, who had been quite all this while. He laughed
loudly and bellowed ‘no’ at the top of his voice. Finally, he turned to Dudley,
who simply said ‘Yes’.
Ginny meanwhile had already seated
herself beside Piddly. “Welcome,” she said to him in a conspiratorial tone,
“Welcome to our world”. Piddly looked delighted. Ginny then added in a slightly
louder voice, “And don’t you believe this man trying to tell you how he was the
good boy trying to stop his naughty friends. He was the worst.”
“What do you mean, ‘I was the worst’?
I was the proverbial good boy. Everyone knows that. And you can ask any
student, I always abide by the rules and I try to be fair to all,” Neville
defended himself, but even Vernon noticed that his voice was already faltering.
“And what would the students today
know about your deeds in the day, Professor?
Would they know about you riding illegally on invisible beasts, breaking into
the Ministry of Magic, and smashing their entire collection of Time-Turners to
smithereens?” Ginny was in her elements now. Neville would soon be regretting
using the coin.
“You were there with me, so was
Harry,” cried Neville, before realising what he was saying.
“I never said I was a good boy. Or
good girl. I wasn’t. But you were the one who pulled the sword out of the hat
and slashed off the head of a snake in front of the whole school.”
“That snake was bad.”
“It hadn’t harmed you. Or anyone you
knew.”
“It had killed Snape.”
“When did you find that out?” asked
Ginny gleefully.
Neville paused to think when he came
to know that the snake had killed Professor Snape. The whole thing was somewhat
fuzzy, but Ginny was correct in guessing that when Neville had killed the
snake, he did not really know anything about it.
“Harry asked me to kill it. ‘Kill the
snake’, that’s what he said to me, you can ask him. Back me up here, Harry.”
“I did,” Harry offered with an easy
laugh. “I told him that if he got the chance, he should kill the snake. Well,
Neville got the chance, and he killed the snake. It was the most exciting
moment of my life, and I have had a few adventures.”
“When do we get to kill snakes with
swords?” Piddly asked with enthusiasm brimming from his voice. “Hopefully,
never,” answered Professor Neville Longbottom.
“Yeah! The school has all cleaned up,”
said Ginny with a wry smile to Piddly. “They don’t hang students with chains
and torture them, so you will miss the dungeons Neville and I were routinely
sent to. As a student, your Professor Neville was leading a low-level mutiny
against the school.”
Piddly looked at Neville with respect
bordering on reverence. Neville felt uncomfortable with the child’s expression
and explained, “Well, that was before Harry and his friends returned to school
and there was a full-fledged war.” He looked again at Piddly and frowned, he
was not sure he had said a smart thing.
Ginny turned to Vernon and said, “You
really don't have anything to worry. My son Fred is in the third year. The
school is all safe now: no one killing unicorns to drink their blood, no
basilisk to kill you with their eyes, no dementors in school, no werewolves, no
dragons to steal eggs from, no kidnapping of students by mermaids, no
professors attacking headmasters, no grave-braking, no tortures.”
Harry laughed. “If you are trying to
assure Uncle Vernon, you are doing a spectacularly bad job.” Ginny laughed too.
Harry turned to Piddly and said, “It’s all good, kid. You are in for seven
years of fun and adventure.”
“I would prefer if you forget all the
stuff they said about me,” said Neville. “I don't want you to be spreading
stories about me in the school.”
“Just stay away from the wicked
influence of this naughty professor here,” said Ginny with a wink. She held Harry
by the elbow and turned, there was a small ‘pop’, and they were gone.