Was going to say I ' ve had mine for nearly two years now and have had zero issues . Best keyboard I ' ve ever owned . <| sep |> Mr . and Mrs . Dursley , of number four , Privet Drive , were proud to saythat they were perfectly normal , thank you very much . They were the lastpeople you ' d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious , because they just didn ' t hold with such nonsense . Mr Dursley was the conductor of a small orchestra , which only played Bach . He was a big , beefy man , with barely any neck , although he did have a rather impressive chin . Mrs . Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual length of fingers , which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time playing the harp , to the great distress of her neighbours . The Durselys had everything they wanted , but they also had a terrible secret , and their greatest fear was that someone would discover it . They didn ' t think they could bear it if anyone found out they were family of the Potters . Ms Potter and Ms Dursley were sisters , although they hadn ' t met for many years . In fact , Ms Dursley prefered to think she had no sister , because the Potters were as unDursleyish as it gets . The Dursleys shuddered to think what would happen if the Potters suddenly showed themselves in their town , much less in their street . When Mr . and Mrs . Dursley woke up on the dull , gray Tuesday our storystarts , there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest thatstrange and exciting things would soon be happeningy . Mr . Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring suit for the evening ' s concert , and Mrs . Dursley sang away happily as she wrestled a screaming harp into submission . None of them noticed a large , colourful bus driving past their window . At half past eight , Mr and Ms Dursley got into their car , and backed out of number four ' s drive . It was there that they first noticed something peculiar instead of playing Classical FM as it always had , the radio started blasting loud rock roll . Shocked , it took Mr Dursley a moment to regain his composure and switch of the devilish sound long enough for an elderly couple to look out of their window at the trouble makers . Mr Dursley forced an apologetic smile , and drove off in somewhat of a hurry . By the time he arrived at the Opera , the incident had left him in a bad mood , internally ranting about the demise of society and the degradation of carradio quality in particular . He was so worried that , as he stepped out of his car , he walked straight into someone . Sorry , he gruntled , as the young , longhaired man stumbled and almost fell to the ground . It was a few seconds before Mr . Dursley realized that the man had coloured his hair violet . He didn ' t seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground . On the contrary , his face split into a wide smile and he said ina squeaky voice that made Mr . Dursley ' s ears lament , Don ' t be sorry , my dear sir , for nothing could upset me today ! Rejoice , for the Potters are here at last ! Even oldies like yourself should be celebrating , this happy , happy day ! At the mention of the Potters , both Dursleys stopped dead , fear flooding them . They rapidly dashed into the opera , only to be welcomed by the most gruesome of visions under a large , colorful banner , holding an electrical guitar , was James Potter himself . He approached his brother in law with a smile . Hey there bro ' ! I thought we ' d surprise you with a little concert of our own tonight it ' s good to switch things up a little once in a while , ya know . And , with a loud blast of his instrument , he shouted the Potterock Band is in town , oh yeah ! A pretty clearcut parody of the 1 st Harry Potter book ' s opening not very original , but I had fun writing it !