The Sun to the Stars and Moon||G.Weasley [1]

Chapter 1. The aunt from hell

      Chaos was all that could describe the Dursley household. For the last hour, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had been rushing around the house making every little thing perfect and telling Harry and Althea to not touch anything and just to make themselves presentable so they didn't "ruin everything like always". And Dudley, of course, was watching the telly.

     Finally Aunt Petunia came to stand in front of the two young wizards. Aunt Petunia examined Harry, trying to find a reason to nitpick at the younger boy. Finally, she spat, "Fix your hair." Her eyes shifted to Althea and her face paled. "No, absolutely not change that back."

      Althea grinned widely as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. The bright pink locks would have made the most strict nun faint. "But-"

       Aunt Petunia cut him off. "No buts! I will not have you looking like, like, like that and I certainly won't have it with your behavior tonight.  "

      Althea frowned. Her hair shrunk to her shoulders and turned black. "Better?"

     "Petunia!" Uncle Vernon called, pulling Petunia's attention off the trouble-making teen and to a problem in the living room.

      "Coming!" Aunt Petunia answered, glaring at Althea one more time before bolting into the living room.

      "You're already plotting something else aren't you?" Harry mumbled to her, giving her a cautious look.

     "Yup," Althea answered, holding up a small bag of firecrackers and smirking. Harry looked as if he was going to tell her why she shouldn't so she thought of the only way to distract him. "Harry your Hogsmeade form."

      Harry looked at her confused for a second before his eyes went wide. "My Hogsmeade form!" He rushed up the stairs. He reappeared a few seconds later and rushed into the living room.

      "Allie! Harry! One of you little-," Aunt Petunia yelled as someone repeatedly rang the doorbell. "One of you answer the door."

      "My name's Althea," Althea muttered as they shoved the firecrackers in their back pocket before they opened the door. She despised that mundane nickname that Petunia would only call her.

     Aunt Marge barged in, throwing her umbrella at Harry and pushing past them as she rushed into the house. A bulldog followed beside her. Althea gave Harry an annoyed look and he responded with a tight smile. Snarls and shrieks came from the living room. Althea turned and chuckled as she watched the dog nip at Aunt Petunia.

     Harry held his Hogsmeade permission slip. "Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign this form."

    "What is it?" Uncle Vernon asked coldly.

    "Nothing school stuff," Harry answered tentatively.

    "Later perhaps, if you behave," Uncle Vernon mumbled. He turned to Althea and harshly grabbed her arm. “And you. None of your….pranks. You aren't family, we can put you on the streets.”

    Althea looked at him with a cold face. “Then do it.”

    Vernon went red in the face, angrily stammering before quickly saying, “Just behave you two!” Before quickly wandering off.

    "We will if she does," Althea muttered from where she leaned against the doorway. She turned to Harry. "That's why I got him to sign my form yesterday with the promise to behave. Though I had my fingers crossed behind my back." She smirked.

    Aunt Marge turned to the “siblings” in the doorway. "Oh, you two are still here, are you?"

   "Yes," Harry answered shortly.

   "We're just so happy to see you, Aunt Marge," Althea added sarcastically. She plastered on a smile.

   "Don't say "yes" in that ungrateful way," Aunt Marge spat. She threw her dog's leash at Aunt Petunia. "Damn good of my brother to keep you two." She leaned close to Uncle Vernon. "They'd have been straight into an orphanage if they'd been dumped on my doorstep."