Harry's POV-
I was downstairs when "Harry, Harry, Harry open the door," Aunt Petunia said. I walked over and opened it only to get a wet umbrella handed to me by Uncle Vernon's sister.
She walked into the living room with one of her many dogs, 'crazy old dog lady,' I thought. "Marge how lovely to see you," Aunt Petunia said, but Marge's dog jumped on her and she yelped.
I shrugged and got out the letter that said I can got to Hogsmeade, but either Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon had to sign it and Uncle Vernon was the closest to me at the time.
"Uncle Vernon I need you to sign this form," I said unfolding it while he took off his jacket. "What is it?" He asked. "Nothing, school stuff," I said. He laid his jacket down and, "Later perhaps, if you behave."
I followed him into the living room, but I stopped at the door, "I will if she does," I said referring to his sister who was talking to her dog as if it was a baby.
She looked at me and stood up straight, "Oh your still here, are you?" She said. "Yes," I said. "Don't say 'yes,' in that ungrateful way," she said, "damn good of my brother to keep you."
Then she said to Uncle Vernon, "He'd have been sent straight to an orphanage if he'd been dumped on my doorstep."
Dudley was soon heard, because he laughed and Marge turned around "Is that my Dudder?" She asked, "Is that my little neffy-pooh." She ran over and kissed his head multiply times.
"Give us a kiss, come on up," she said to her dog while patting the seat and he jumped on and started licking Dudley.
Uncle Vernon turned to me, "Take Marge's suticase upstairs." "Okay," I said and was happy to get away from there.
I walked over and picked her suitcase up and it felt like there was a baby midget inside and I carried it up to the guest room.
I walked to my bedroom and looked at the pictures Delia and Hagrid gave me. I saw a picture of just me and Delia smiling the first time we met, and at that Ministry party, then a picture of me, her, Hermione and Ron in our school robes, all together smiling and laughing.
I sighed and I can't wait to get away from here and back to Hogwarts. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.
They ate while I felt as if I was a waiter picking up their dirty, empty plates, "Finish this for mommy," Marge said while laying her plate down and her dog started licking it, "Good boy Rippey-Pooh."
I walked to the kitchen with her plates, "Can I tempt you Marge?" Uncle Vernon asked carrying in some brandy and two little cups.
"Just a small one," she said then turned to Aunt Petunia, "excellent nosh, Petunia." She snapped her fingers and motioned for me to pick up the plate she laid down for her dog to finish.
I walked over and picked it up, "A bit more," she said to Uncle Vernon about her drink, "Usually just a fry up for me, what with 12 dogs," she said and I didnt understand that, "Just a bit more," she said to Uncle Vernon.
I was thinking, 'Why not just give her the whole bottle.' "That's a boy," she said and took her cup, "You wanna try a litte drop of brandy?" She asked her dog.
I was cleaning everything out when I heard that and I looked up to see her holding her cup down some and her dog drinking some.
She straighted up and looked at me, "What are you smirking at?" She asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to emptying everything.
"Where did you send the boy Vernon?" She asked. "St. Brutus," he said, "it's a fine institution for hopless cases."
She then turned to me, "Do they use a cane at St. Brutus' boy?" I looked up and saw Uncle Vernon staring at me.
I smiled, "Oh yeah," I said, "Yeah I've been beaten loads of times." "Excellent," she said, and I turned around to where they saw my back and smiled, "I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not beating people who deserve it."
I smiled and my thoughts went to Delia and what she would say about this?' She'd go off on Marge like a bomb was set off.
"You musn't blame yourself about how this one turned out Vernon," Marge said and my smile left my face almost immediately, "It's all to do with blood, bad blood will out."
"What is it the boy's father did Petunia?" She asked. "Nothing," Aunt Petunia said, "He didn't work he was unemployed."
"And a drunk to, no doubt," Marge said. "That's a lie," I said suddenly getting angry. "What did you say?" She asked me.
I turned around, "My dad wasn't a drunk." Suddenly her glass broke inside her hands, "Don't worry," Marge said, "Don't fuss Petunia I have a very firm grip."
Uncle Vernon looked at me and I shook my head motiong that it wasn't me or I don't think it was me, "I think it's time you went to bed," Uncle Vernon said and I was happy to do so.
"Quiet Vernon," Marge said, "you, clean it up." I sighed and walked over and grabbed a towel, "It's nothing to do with the father," she said while I got all the glass, "It's all to do with the mother, you see it all the time with dogs."
I folded it up and walked into the kitchen, "If something's wrong with the bitch, then something's wrong with the pup."
I've had enough of her making fun of my parents, "Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled and turned around, throwing the towel down on the ground.
She turned and looked at me, when the lights started flickering and I felt wind blowing my bang's from my scar. "Right," she said pointing her finger at me, "let me tell you....." but before she could finish the tip of her finger started swelling up along with her face, torso, legs, arms and everything was pretty much swelling.
A button on her shirt broke off and hit the clock and that bird came out then back in and started going in and out.
"Vernon," she said, "Vernon! Vernon do something." He stood up when he suddenly screamed and I looked over and saw her dog was bitting his leg.
The chair she was sitting in started raising up and her necklace broke making it go everywhere. Aunt Petunia stood up and walked to a corner, right when the chair broke and one button flew off and hit Dudley making him fall off his chair.
Marge was holding the table cloth as if that was going to help her stay still. Dudley leaned up right as another button flew off and hit him again making him fall over.
She soon floated up and hit the ceiling and came down again like an overgrown bouncy ball. I walked towards the kitchen door while she flipped over and started bouncing off the ceiling and heading for outside.
I walked forward some and saw Uncle Vernon hobbling after her and the dog was still holding on. "Stop!" He yelled and ran out and grabbed her hands, "I've got you Marge, I've got you."
I heard her scream and soon Uncle Vernon was rising up with her, "Hold on, Hold on," she said. "Get off," Uncle Vernon said shaking the dog.
He looked up, "Don't you dare," I heard her say. "Sorry," he said then I heard a 'thud,' and saw Uncle Vernon on the ground.
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia said running over to him. "MARGE!" Uncle Vernon yelled and I heard her screaming, "MARGE!"
I turned and ran to my room and slammed the door shut behind me when I got in.
