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.

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. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls.

Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed...

Showed...

A not-so-large blond boy desperately bicycling away from an oversized spotted cat, hiding in a carriage on the carousel at the fair, and kowtowing (along with his mother and father) towards another young boy in a feathered headdress.

Admittedly, these weren't exactly treasured moments for the Dursley family. But they were treasured moments for someone else.