The Twin Who Loved (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Chapter 21 - Prisoner of Azkaban

At the sound of the doorbell, Aunt Petunia urged,

"Harry! Harry! Harry, open the door!"

Dragging his feet slightly, my brother quickly did as he was told, wearing his button-up shirt, as I followed in my hand-me-down dress. As soon as the door was open enough, Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge, swiftly shuffled into the house, shoving her umbrella into my hands. Without even a glance in our direction, the horrid woman continued through the front hall and into the living room where Aunt Petunia was waiting, "Marge! How lovely to see... Ah!" Aunt Petunia jumped when Marge's dog, Ripper, excitedly greeted her. Once our uncle was inside the house and taking off his raincoat, I softly spoke,

"Uncle Vernon, we need you to sign these forms."

The man turned his head in my direction for a moment to ask,

"What is it?"

Harry and I shared a look, silently coming to the conclusion that we didn't need to tell our uncle that the forms were for a fun school trip. My brother shrugged and answered,

"Nothing. School stuff."

"Later, perhaps, if you both behave."

"We will if she does," Harry grumbled as a frown crossed my features, both of us following Uncle Vernon to the living room doorway. My twin and I shared another look, knowing how much this evening would suck with Marge here. When Marge, the wretched woman, looked away from her dog and noticed our presence in the doorframe, she glared at us and stood up,

"Oh, you're still here, are you?"

I narrowed my eyes with Harry as he and I answered,

"Yes."

"Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful way. Damn good of my brother to keep you." Marge turned to Uncle Vernon, "They'd have been straight to an orphanage if they'd been dumped on my doorstep."

Suddenly, Dudley started laughing at something he was watching on the telly, bringing Marge's attention to him instead, "Is that my Dudders? Is that my little neffy-pooh? Give us a kiss! Come on! Up, up!"

Uncle Vernon turned to the two of us and ordered,

"Take Marge's suitcase upstairs!"

Not wanting to stay anywhere near Marge, Harry nodded for both of us,

"Okay."

During dinner, Uncle Vernon had me and Harry serving everything and cleaning up in the kitchen. Once she was finished her food, Marge leaned over and let her dog lick the rest of the food off her plate, using a weird voice,

"Finish that off for Mommy."

As the dog licked the plate clean, Marge's voice got higher-pitched, "Good boy, Rippy-pooh."

Harry and I shared a look, silently laughing at the woman when Uncle Vernon gestured to me and the bottle of wine before asking his sister,

"Can I tempt you, Marge?"

Doing as my uncle instructed, I went over to the table with the bottle while Harry collected the empty plates.

"Just a small one."

While I poured Marge's glass, she turned to my aunt with a smile, "Excellent nosh, Petunia."

As I started to hand Marge her filled glass, she demanded before turning back to my aunt, "A bit more. Usually, just a fry-up for me, what with 12 dogs."