
Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls.

The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr.


Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all.
