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The boy who lived

Mr 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 didn’t hold with such nonsense.
Mr 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 neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The 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. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping Potters away; they didn’t want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair




Drengen der levede.

Hr. og Fru Dursley fra nr. 4, Privet Drive, var stolte af at sige at de var fuldkommen normale, mange tak. De var de sidste mennesker man kan forvente at blive involveret i noget mærkeligt eller mystisk, fordi de bare ikke holder med sådan noget vrøvl.
Hr. Dursley var direktøren af et firma kaldt Grunnings, som lavede boremaskiner. Han var en stor, muskuløs mand med næsten ingen hals, selv om han havde en meget stor overskæg. Fru Dursley var tynd og blond og havde næsten to gange den normale nakkestørrelse, hvilket var til nytte, idet hun brugte meget af sin tid på at udspionere naboerne, craning over have hegn. Dursleyerne havde en lille søn kaldt Dudley og ifølge dem var der ingen dejligere dreng nogen steder.
Dursleyerne havde alt hvad de kunne tænke sig, men de havde også en hemmelighed og deres største frygt var at nogen ville opdage det. De troede ikke de kunne bære det, hvis nogen fandt ud at det med Potter’erne. Fru Potter var Fru Dursleys søster, men de havde ikke mødtes i flere år; faktisk, lod fru Durslety som om hun ikke havde en søster, fordi hendes søster og hendes god-for-ingenting mand var så uDursley som man overhovedet kunne være. Dursleyerne gyste ved tanken om at hvad naboerne ville sige, hvis Potter’ne ankom i gaden. Dursleyener vidste at Potter’ne også havde en lille dreng, men de havde ikke engang set ham. Denne drenge var en anden god grund til at holde Potter’ne væk; de ønskede ikke Dudley blive blandet sammen med sådan et barn. Da Hr. og Fru Dursley vågnede op på den triste, grå tirsdag, startede vores historie, der var ingenting om den uklare sky udenfor til at foreslå at mærkelige og mystiske ting snart ville ske over hele landet. Hr. Dursley brummede, da han samlede sin mest kedelige slips for arbejde op og fru dursley sladrede gladeligt væk, da hun brød en skrigende Dudley ind i hans høje stol.