New Beginnings.
After only a night with the “dreadful” infant of the Potter’s, the Dursleys were beginning to think it would’ve been better to leave the child on the steps, or even an orphanage, if he was lucky that is.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were a family of wannabe “high societies” The couple acted snobby, rude and judgmental to anything and everyone different from them or their views. Petunia Dursley is a tall thin, blonde woman, with a long neck, and angular face; her husband however is the opposite, Vernon is a large, beefy and stubby man, his neck replaced with chins, his hair brownette and his mustache grey and brown.
It was night at Privert Drive. the warm glow of the streetlamps casting an eerie warm glow across the streets, making the street seem more unnerving than welcoming. As Mrs. and Mr. Dursley were in the sitting room, enjoying a cup of tea, complaining about how all Harry would do was cry. “All he does is cry, I mean, can’t the little mongrel shut up for once-” Mr. Dursley was cut off as there was a knock at their door. “Probably door to door salesmen…” Mr. Durley muttered to his wife as the knocking paused. “At this hour?” Mrs. Dursley looked at the door, her curiosity peaking.
The knocks grew more impatient, and so did Mrs. Dursley. She walked to the door, her shorter and... larger... husband following behind her. As the door opened, Mrs. Dursley spoke to the person at the door, rather warily. “what could you possibly want at this hour...?” As Mrs. Dursley observed the man, he spoke. “It had come to my attention that you were given a baby, just last night. It appears that you are not in fact the proper guardians of the child.” The man had haughty looks, sunken grey eyes, pale skin and black curly hair, reaching the nape of his neck.
Mr. Dursley stepped forward, looking at the man, trying to read through the sunken eyes of the man standing in front of him and his wife. “And you are?” Mr. Dursley asked, not that is mattered of course, he was going to give the child to the man, whether he knew his name or not. “Regulus Black” the man replied, his face unreadable. “and you’re here to take the child?” Mrs. Dursley piped in, looking at the man, her face contorted with curiosity and expectation. “yes.” Regulus replied flatly, his face unchanging, still upholding him as calm and unreadable. Mrs. Dursley looked at the man, eyeing him; she was torn between giving him Harry, and not. She sighed, eyeing the man a last time, before speaking. “I’ll go get him then.” Mr. Dursley stayed at the door with the man, his confidence wavering as he was left alone with regulus.
Mrs. Dursley came back with a crying Harry after a moment. She was looking down at the child, a hint of disgust and jealousy knitted into her bony features. Regulus looked at her, some shred of emotion finally seeping through the small cracks of his otherwise haughty face. Anger. “Give the boy here.” Regulus croaked out, looking at the crying child.
Mrs. Dursley looked at the crying boy and then at her husband, who was opening his mouth to speak “do you just expect me to give him to you?” Mr. Dursley asked Regulus. “yes.” Mr. Dursley was taken aback, was this man always this blunt? “we don’t know you.” Mrs. Dursley was now looking at the man, crying harry still in her arms. “I’m regulus black, a ‘friend’ of James Potter. That’s all you need to know” The man said the last sentence with a strong sense of authority that made a chill go down both Mr. and Mrs. Dursley’s spines.
Mrs. Dursley pursed her lips before holding out Harry to the man. “here. Take the dreadful thing.” Regulus took harry from Mrs. Dursley’s hands, holding the baby carefully. “I’m guessing he doesn’t have any belongings with him?” the man looked to the Dursleys. “does he?” Petunia nodded and rushed off, only to bring back a bassinet, most likely the one harry had been placed in when he was put on the doorstep Regulus was currently standing on. The bassinet was filled with a select few items, a binky, a pillow and baby banket, along with a stuffed animal that resembled the Potter’s cat. Regulus took the bassinet and placed Harry inside of it, carefully trying to not let him fall; Harry’s cries were quieter. “Thank you. Sorry for the mistake.” Regulus smiled fakely before departing. Leaving the Dursleys in a state of unsureness.