He dashed back to work, hurried upstairs and tried to focus on the day, he wouldn't let this affect him. Potter was such a common name of course so Vernon was sure it could be someone else and he was pretty sure their son's name was Henry or Harold, definitely not Harry. He decided to try and forget about the strangeness of today, no reason to worry his beloved wife about such a thing. Mr Dursley really did try, but when the night came, when he and his beloved wife were disrupted by the ringing of the doorbell he couldn't stop the strange uneasiness from returning and when he saw the baby on his doorstep he knew before reading the note what it said. He held his wife while she broke down in his arms, no matter how estranged they had been she had still just lost her sister so Vernon didn't judge her for the tears nor the scene she was creating.