Reunited

At Dursley family

When family Dursley

The Privet Drive was quiet. Perfectly trimmed lawns Greens were almost perfect color. Flowerbeds were doubled in shades of yellow, white and red. Next to the sign Privet Drive, appeared Dumbledore. His is the appearance stand out from the whole street where everything was almost identical. He turned his head toward Fawkes, and he nodded. The bird was gone in a strong, but the magnificent flames. Dumbledore went to the house with the number 4. When he approached the door, he heard some voices. He immediately knocked. Suddenly silenced. There was unintelligible silent speech and someone cried. Shortly after, the door opened a woman twice as long neck than usual. As soon as he saw Dumbledore, could see him trying, but very poorly masked disgust.

"Yes?"

"Good day," politely answered Dumblebore, "Are you Mrs. Petunia Dursley?"

"So what if I did. If you did not know, masks were back in February. "

"My dear Petunia, I'm not here, as you put it" in a carnival, "I am here to talk about the little Harry."

Petunia had paled. She just looked at Dumbledore. For a time they stood there in silence. Petuniiji have his head spinning many thoughts. How is it possible? What this freak, just like my sister's will? And what will the neighbors say when they see it? An uncomfortable silence, interrupted by the arrival of a man with a black mustache who had no neck. Furiously looked to Dumbledore, and head of his blazing thoughts almost identical as for his wife.

"Good day. Vernon, I presume? "Politely asked Dumbledore.

Vernon was still glaring silent and looked at Dumbledore.

"We'll let you be so kind, wished me welcome and invited me in." Replied Dumbledore, and entered the house. Petunia has not yet recovered from the shock, but the Vernon seething anger inside. First she freak but now this ?! Angrily, he thought Vernon.
Dumbledore walked and evoked're a floral armchair. On hitch sticks Petunia flinched. He sat down and looked at the Dursleys.

"Who are you and why are you in at the doorway VOLUNTARY?" Vernon began to shout.

"I'm here to discuss. And that, I think I introduced myself to you. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I'm here to talk to you about-"

He was interrupted by banging on the wood. From the hallway could be heard shouting. Loud pounding up the stairs. Someone was running the floor. Dumbledore turned to the Dursleys. Vernon mumbled something and left the living room. He was back in a minute, but the home has become unusually quiet.

"So, as I was saying, I'm here to talk about small is Harry."

"What about this, this ...."

"I give you to say that his concern switching to his best man. I have come after him. "

"Not! Freak's not going anywhere! When we receive it under this roof, we swore that we will rid of all this nonsense about ... about .... "

"About the magic? Sorry, but the magic is something that daily surrounds. The wizard can not be released. It is a part of it. And I would ask you not to call it a freak, because so also the insult other people like us."

"You and eating freaks," said Vernon through his teeth.

"I would ask you to-" he began Dumbleore, but was interrupted by pounding the floor above them. Dumbledore got up and went upstairs to the first floor. Petunia's horror stood, while Vernon seething with rage. Dumbledore ignored them. Beside him galloping something small and round. He heard from the living room a child's voice. The first is something muttered and then he shouted with a loud voice.