Parking the car after returning from work at Grunnings, Vernon Dursley was surprised to see that there was a lot of activity going on in and around the neighboring house No. 6. The Wilkens had moved out last week and he'd expected the house to stay empty for a while. That they seemed to have found a buyer this fast was remarkable. He was sure, Petunia could tell him more about it - after all, she was always well-informed about everything in the neighborhood.
"Hello, Petunia. Looks like we are getting new neighbors," he greeted her in the house, knowing this was the appropriate bait.
"Oh, indeed, Vernon. It's very interesting." She took great pride on missing nothing in the neighborhood. "It started shortly after you left for work. Not only is someone moving in, they are also making sure the house is maintained properly. I think, however, they are almost done by now."
Vernon listened with interest, knowing it meant that whoever was moving in, they did have serious money. He was smelling a possible rival in the social game. "Interesting, who is moving in?"
Now Petunia looked a bit embarrassed. "I honestly don't know yet. Whoever it is, they have not arrived yet. Oh, I wonder what kind of people they are?"
"They must have money, or at least a good credit rating to get support from the bank, otherwise they couldn't have bought the house," Vernon concluded, while hanging up his suit jacket, and taking off his necktie. "I'm sure we'll know very soon."
Petunia meanwhile again was looking through the window to see if any new development happened. Suddenly, she became excited. "Ah, Vernon! Something is happening. I... well, that's no car."
Wondering what his wife was talking about, he walked to the window and saw what she meant. "A motorcycle," he grunted, already disapproving of what he saw. "No one worth of respect would drive something like that."
As oblivious as he was of other things, Vernon was really good at quickly casting judgment on other people concerning their place on the social ladder. To him, people that have the money to buy a house but insisted on driving a motorcycle had no class and thus already were his lessers. After all, he was really good at creating prejudices against people he didn't even properly met.
"Yes, Vernon, these people must have money but no class." Petunia's eyes then widened when she saw the rider help the passenger out of the sidecar. "Great goodness, Vernon, look at that!"
"I see it." Vernon's mood dropped when he saw that it was two men who were now walking to the house.
Now, Vernon and Petunia had certain ideas about people and society. To them, it was simply unthinkable that two adult men could live in the same house simply as friends who shared said house. No, in their mind, seeing these two men act so familiar with each other and the fact they would live in the same house, could mean only one thing: these two men were gay! (and not in the meaning of happy)
The Dursley couple shared a code of prejudices towards certain social groups, and gay men were on their list of unacceptable freaks they could not tolerate. In their mind it was already summing up: classless hacks with too much money than it's good and they were gay on top of it. Yes, they had already made up their minds about their new neighbors and Petunia vowed to turn the opinion of their neighborhood against these intruders into their middle-class heaven.
That was, until Petunia got a good look at one of the men when he stepped into the light coming from the front door. "Oh no!" she gasped.
"Petunia?" The sudden change in mood in his wife concerned Vernon.
"I recognize that man! He is one of THEM!" She sounded close to a panic.
Now Vernon started to panic as well. "Are you sure?!"
"You remember when my sister introduced us to that none-for-good boyfriend of hers? When we were leaving, how we were confronted by this ruffian? He was dressed like one of these bikers," she told her husband.
Vernon did remember. The man had been about to pull a wand on them in anger, when James Potter had stormed out and lectured the man that they had agreed they didn't need backup and that he wouldn't haul his arse out of prison. Vernon paled at the memory. "But... that means the other one must be one of them as well!"
"Oh, Vernon, what should we do now?" Petunia was horrified at the idea of having wizards as neighbors.
This was one of their worst nightmares coming true. If they tried to do something to get rid of these two, even if it only was smearing their reputation to make them leave, they imagined they would retaliate by turning them into frogs or worse. Their dislike of their new neighbors was now kept in check by the fear what two adult wizards could do to them, if being angered.
They had no idea that Sirius and Remus were well aware of their spying on them.
"They really seem to think we wouldn't notice them standing in the illuminated window," Sirius snorted. "The walrus has become much fatter than I remember him, while Petunia now resembles a beanstalk with how thin she is."
"You think they recognized you?" Remus asked his friend.
"Considering how both of them paled, I think so. That should make sure they won't trouble us." Sirius then chuckled. "Oh, poor Dursleys. Now they have to live with their worst nightmare living just next door, endangering their little paradise."
"Well, it also was the only house available in the neighborhood, so it's just a nice bonus. Eh, Padfoot, please don't do anything you could regret later," Remus then warned his friend.