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Everybody knew the Dursleys.
They were the rich family that lived on 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey which was about forty miles from London.
To the outside world, they were a normal family.
A mother, a father and a son all under one roof.
And also, how can we forget about the 'troubled' scrawny nephew that lived in the cupboard under the stairs?
It was said that the boy's parents had died in a car accident when he was just a kid. The boy, Harry had no collection of it, just some dreams, here and there of bright green light and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
But before I get ahead of myself, you should know-
This story is not about the little boy who lived as a prisoner in his own home.
This story is not about the boy who lived.
No.
This story is about little Abigail Danvers who lived right next door to the Dursleys.
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