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"I don't know how to be silent when my heart is speaking."
- White Nights
THIRD PERSON POV
All too soon, there was a crunch of gravel outside as Uncle Vernon's car pulled back into the driveway, then the clunk of the car doors and footsteps on the garden path.
"Get the door!" Aunt Petunia hissed at Harry. With a feeling of great gloom in his stomach, Harry pulled the door open. On the three hold stood Aunt Marge.
"Best of luck prongselette" Sirius whispered shaking his head.
Harry always thought Aunt Marge looked like a human-shaped bulldog, with her grumpy expression and bushy mustache.
"Where's my Dudders?" roared Aunt Marge. "Where's my neffy poo?"
"Neffy poo? Thank god I didn't have someone like her in my life" Rabastan said, disgusted expression plastered on his face. "What in merlin's name is neffy poo" Sirius laughed.
Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley only put up with Aunt Marge's hugs because he was well paid for it, and sure enough when they broke apart, Dudley had a crisp twenty-pound note clutched in his fat fist.
"Petunia!" shouted Aunt Marge, striding past Harry as though he was a hat-stand. Aunt Marge and Aunt Petunia kissed, or rather, Aunt Marge bumped her large jaw against Aunt Petunia s bony cheekbone. Uncle Vernon now came in, smiling jovially as he shut the door.
"Tea, Marge?" he said. "And what will Ripper take?"
"Ripper can have some tea out of my saucer," said Aunt Marge as they all proceeded into the kitchen, leaving Harry alone in the hall with the suitcase.
By the time he got back to the kitchen, Aunt Marge had been supplied with tea and fruitcake, and Ripper was lapping noisily in the corner. Harry saw Aunt Petunia wince slightly as specks of tea and drool flecked her clean floor.
Aunt Petunia hated animals. "Who's looking after the other dogs, Marge?" Uncle Vernon asked. "Oh, I've got Colonel Fubster managing them," boomed Aunt Marge.
Ripper began to growl again as Harry sat down. This directed Aunt Marge's attention to Harry for the first time. "So!" she barked. "Still here, are you?"
James grumbled rolling his eyes, "he could have been with anyone, anyone but them"
"Yes, I'm still here. It's been so much fun that I just can't seem to leave." Harry murmured under his breath. "What'd you say" Aunt Marge narrowed her eyes at him. "I said yes," He said facing her.
"Don't you say 'yes' in that ungrateful tone," Aunt Marge growled "It's damn good of Vernon and Petunia to keep you. Wouldn't have done it myself. You'd have gone straight to an orphanage if you'd been dumped on my doorstep."
"An orphanage would have been better than here, than imagine he could also have stayed with minnie" Sirius said enthusiastically to james who nodded his head with the same energy.
Harry was bursting to say that he'd rather live in an orphanage than with the Dursleys, but the thought of the Hogsmeade form stopped him. He forced his face into a painful smile.
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