The Gift From Death Year 3

Chapter 1: Third year Part 1

9th, August, 1998...

"Where are we starting Harry?" Hermione asked as they all took their seats. Harry was standing next to the Pensive, thinking.

"My 13th birthday I suppose. Prepare to meet Aunt Marge." he smirked.

"Oh no! Do you have to show her?" Petunia moaned.

"She was awful. I'm glad I don't have to deal with her anymore." Dudley added.

"Yes I do have to show her. It's important otherwise I wouldn't bother showing it. I agree with you Dud, she was awful." Harry explained.

"Who is she?" Lily asked, "The name sounds familiar."

"Vernon's sister." Petunia grimaced. "Horrible woman. I think you met her at my wedding."

"Oh. Her." James made a face, "She's lucky I didn't curse her."

"What did she do?" Ron asked curiously.

"She sat and insulted me and Lily." he explained. "Calling us freaks despite the fact she never knew about magic. At least I don't think she knew."

"She didn't. It was Vernon who told her that there was something wrong with Lily. I only found out he had told her something after Dudley was born." Petunia said, "Otherwise I would have corrected her. We may not have been on the best terms, Lily, but your still my little sister." she smiled. Lily smiled back.

"Right let's get started then." Harry smiled.

Harry went down to breakfast the next morning to find the three Dursleys already sitting around the kitchen table. They were watching a brand-new television, a welcome-home-for-the-summer present for Dudley,

"Spoiled brat." Sirius muttered.

"I can't actually argue with that. I was horrible." Dudley agreed.

who had been complaining loudly about the long walk between the fridge and the television in the living room.

Dudley had spent most of the summer in the kitchen, his piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his five chins wobbling as he ate continually.

They all looked a bit disgusted by this.

Harry sat down between Dudley and Uncle Vernon, a large, beefy man with very little neck and a lot of mustache.

Far from wishing Harry a happy birthday, none of the Dursleys made any sign that they had noticed Harry enter the room,

"I noticed. I thought it best to keep Vernon away from you. He said he was going to lock you in the cubbord for the week Marge was there." Petunia explained. "I convinced him not to but he wasn't happy."

"Well I'd probably prefer being locked in the cupboard than having to deal with her, but thanks anyway." Harry smiled.

but Harry was far too used to this to care. He helped himself to a piece of toast and then looked up at the reporter on the television, who was halfway through a report on an escaped convict.

"That's you Sirius isn't it?" Regulus asked.

"Yup it's me." Sirius grinned.