My Little Secret

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

It's been one month since school has ended I still feel terrible. I'm always really tired, sometimes I get dizzy spells, my mood changes as fast as Dudley can change the tv channel, and I have terrible morning sickness and queasiness. 

Today, Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge, is coming over. I really hope I don't screw this up or else he won't sign my field trip form for next year. They give us all summer to let our guardians sign it, but sometimes all summer isn't long enough.

Soon enough, Marge arrives. I nervously set the table and serve dinner. "Wonderful! I'm famished!" Marge exclaims as she enters the dinning room. The Dursleys sit down and start eating. Vernon brings over some Brandy and pours Marge some.

After she drinks a bit, she starts trash talking me. Normally I wouldn't be upset, bit I feel like crying. What is going on with me? "Where exactly is he going to school?" Marge asks. "A boarding school,"  Vernon hastily replies.

"And how do they treat you there?" she persists. Vernon gives me a look, asking me to go with it. "Oh, t-they beat me. I've received plenty of harsh beatings," I play along. "That sounds about right," Marge comments.

They continue talking for a while and I watch as Marge shares her Brandy with her dog. I almost threw up just watching. After I get over it, Marge starts talking about me again. "Honestly Vernon, you shouldn't be upset with how this one turned out. It all has to do with blood, bad blood."

I turn around, just in case I start crying, and listen intently. "What was the father's job?" Marge asks. "He didn't work. He was unemployed," Aunt Petunia replies. "And probably a drunk, no doubt," Marge comments. 

"My father was not a drunk!" I yell, turning to face her. Then the glass in her hand shatters. "Don't worry Vernon! I have a strong grip!" Marge states. "I think it was time you wet to bed boy," Vernon says.

"Nonsense! Come clean this up," Marge orders. I walk over with a rag and begin to clean the glass as she continues. "Anyways, the father has nothing to do with it. It was the mum. You see it all the time with dogs. If there is something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup!

At this comment, I snap. "My mother was a wonderful person!" I scream at her. She begins to say something, raising her pointer finger up, when suddenly she starts inflating like a balloon. "Marge!" Vernon shouts. He tries to reach her, but her dog bites his leg.

"Oh my," Petunia says, moving towards where I was standing by the counter. Dudley just watches the tv until Marge's necklace breaks in his food. Then, he's hit square in the forehead by Marge's buttons on her shirt. 

Marge starts moving outside into the yard and floating away. Vernon, with the dog still attached to his pants and leg, grabs Marge's hands. Seeing he can't get her back down, he lets go and falls to the ground. "MARGE!!!" Vernon screams as Petunia rushes over to check on him. Dudley finally gets up from the ground and continues to stare at the television.

Then Vernon comes for me. "This was your doing!" he yells at me. "I didn't mean to!" I shout back. "It just happened! I got frustrated with what she was saying and then she suddenly blew up!" Just as Vernon goes to hit me, a letter comes through the mail slot.

"Harry Potter, the Minister of Magic summons you to the Leaky Cauldron," the letter says. Then it spits out a bag of flue powder and tears itself apart. I waste no time taking the powder and stepping in the chimney. "Leaky Cauldron!" I shout.

Suddenly, I arrive at the cauldron in a room with the Minister. "Hello Harry," he says. "Is this about what just happened with Marge?" I ask. "Of course not! We won't get you in trouble for accidentally inflating your aunt! But I just wanted to ask you not to leave your home, unless the Weasleys come pick you up," the Minister replies.