Tips, Tricks, Rants and Raves on the Secrets to Writing Erotic Fiction
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 didn't hold with such nonsense.
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 moustache. 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.
Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and
their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't
think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs.
Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years;
in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her
sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was
possible to be.