Daisy Potter and the Awesomest Godfather Ever (Book 3, Harry Potter ff)

Chapter 2 - The Bitch's Big Mistake

"Aunt Marge is coming." Aunt Petunia announced to us. She then shut the door to Harry and I's room.

"SHIT, why?!" I screamed, leaping off my bed and running around the room. I swept my hand along the shelf, knocking all the stuff off it. I kicked a chair over.

"Daisy, calm down -" Harry began.

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" I shrieked. I was extremely pissed off. My phone charger wouldn't reach the bed, my story part on Wattpad deleted itself, I was dying to fly my broom, I needed to prank, there were voices inside my head that sounded suspiciously like Tom Riddle's ('Together, we can conquer the world', 'Wouldn't you like a break from your powers?', 'You can create total destruction'.), my powers were getting stronger and harder to control, my hair was getting seriously curly and was also getting harder to control, I needed to snog Terry -

First world problems. Aunt Marge was just added in.

And boy, was I pissed.

"Daisy, I'm sorry, but I have to do this, because you're going to break everything in our room." My twin said. "Dudley, watch this."

My brother got out his wand. I eyed it apprehensively.

"Oh hell nah -" I scuttled away from the wand, but Harry yelled, "Stupefy!" and a jet of red light shot from it and hit me in the chest. Everything went black.

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I woke up with one thought: kill the little bastard.

I was lying on Harry's bunk, my head spinning. I saw Harry and Dudley whispering at the other end of the room.

"You fucking brat -" I screamed, diving for them. Dudley had a 'oh shit' look on his face and Harry fell out of my way. Literally. He lay on the ground, staring up at me with a terrified look on his face. But luckily for him, because of my waking-up problem, I ran off-course, and, of course, into the wall. But at least I didn't black out this time.

We all stood (or lay) silently, still as statues. Then Aunt Petunia came in.

"Aunt Marge is here." She said, looking, confused, at us all before leaving again.

"For fuck's sake." I cursed. I fucking hated that woman.

Harry groaned, clutching a letter that was obviously a warning from the Ministry for using magic, and rubbed his ass. "That damn well hurt."

I stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. The two idiots joined in.

I love my family.

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Nevertheless, when we had all sat down around the dining table with Aunt Marge, Harry still shot me a scared look.

"You shouldn't be scared, Harry." I told him. He looked relieved. "You should be terrified."

He gulped.

We all had to listen to Aunt Marge go on and on about her dogs and how much she hates Harry. I was restraining myself from, like, Stupifying her or something.

When I finally got to leave, I whipped out my phone and updated my status on Facebook.

'My Aunt Marge pissing us off, lol'

Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley, Amy Rolfing, and two others like this.

Dudley Dursley: ikr at least she gave us money

Harry Potter: She fucking pisses me off

Hermione Granger: If she is kind enough to give you money, you should grateful for her.