Once upon a time I read a fan fiction (and I lost it), in which, according to the plot, the Death Eaters found the Dursley's house. But as soon as they saw how Harry lives, they literally took pity: "Damn bitch, you live like this?", they seized his house and began to carouse and have fun. Harry ran around the house and tried to save the property: "NO! This vase is an antique!", but he also had to bring them beer and snacks so that they would not walk around the house once again and accidentally break anything on the way to the kitchen.
