harry potter: the twins who lived

chapter sixteen.

Within the confines of their room at the dursley household, harry and emma had been softly chanting, light emanating from their wands.
“ lumos maxima,” they chant together under the sheets, “ lumos maxima.”
The sound of the wood creaks, catching their attention, laying back onto their bed. Vernon dursley opens the door, looking suspiciously, before slamming the door shut. When he is finally gone, the twins sit up from their bed, draping the sheets over them as they look down at a spell book.
“ lumos maxima!” they chants in repeats as the light blinds them.
They swiftly lay back down upon their bed, sheets draped over in ruffles, when vernon walks in again and then back out.

The twins softly snicker emma turning over to look at her brother, who did the same, as they had been smiling at the other. The next day was a rainy day, the doorbell being repeatedly rung, which annoyed emma.
“ harry. Harry,” calls petunia, “ harry open the door.”
Today had been the been the day that marjorie dursley, vernon’s sister, came to visit. Harry walks out of the room, as emma prepares drinks for the dursleys, a woman walking in as she greets petunia. She was nearly ran over, by marjorie’s bulldog, who she named ripper.
“ oh you’re both still here are you?” she asks with a disgusted look on her face.

“ yes,” said harry.
“ don’t say yes in that ungrateful way,” she scoffs, “ damn good of my brother to keep you.”
“ they’d have been straight to an orphanage if they’d been dumped on my doorstep vernon,” she said looking at her brother.
“ is that my dudder?!” she asked with a gasp as she hugs dudley, “ is that my little neffy-pooh?!”
Emma rolled her eyes at the woman, as she had gone to the kitchen, petunia giving her a warning glance.
“ finish that off for mommy will you?” asked marge placing her plate down, “ good boy.”
“ can i tempt you marge?” asked vernon as he walked in with a wine bottle.

“ just a little one,” said marge, “ excellent nosh petunia.”
They began conversing as marge droned on about her business, how she had bred 12 bulldogs, her and petunia letting out obnoxious laughs.
“ and where did you say you sent the boy vernon?” marge asked.
“ saint brutus’,” said vernon, “ it’s a fine institution for hopeless cases.”
“ and the girl?”
“ saint helgas’,” said petunia, “ it’s a proprietary institute.”  
“ do they use canes at the schools?” asked marge as she looked at the twins.

“ oh yeah,” said harry, “ yeah i’ve been beaten loads of times.”
“ my school has rulers,” said emma, “ and i’ve been beaten a few times as well.”
“ excellent i won't be having this namby-pamby…” marge drawls, “ wishy-washy nonsense about not beating people who deserve it.”
She began droning on about bad blood, and how it hadn’t been vernon’s fault, harry turning as emma occupied herself with dishes.
“ what is it that their father did petunia?” she asked.
“ nothing he didn’t work,” said petunia, “ he was unemployed.”
“ and a drunk too no doubt,” marge scoffs.

“ that’s a lie!” shouts harry angrily.
“ what did you say?” asked marge.
“ our dad wasn’t a drunk!” shouts emma.
Her blood boils within her, matching the same raw emotion as harry, the lights flickering behind them. The glass that marjorie had in her hands, shatters suddenly, everyone screaming as they look at the twins.
“ i think it’s time you two went to bed,” said vernon.
“ quiet vernon,” said marge, “ you clean it up.”

Emma grabbed a towel, walking over to marge, who scoots her chair.
“ actually it’s nothing to do with the father,” she said, “ it’s all to do with the mother.”
“ you see it all the time with dogs,” she explains, “ if there’s something wrong with the bitch then something’s wrong with the pup.”
“ shut up! Shut up!” the twins shout in unison.
“ right let me tell you….” marge stopped when looking at her finger.
Her whole body began to puff, expanding slowly, as if she were being turned into a human balloon. She began floating into the air, screeching out for help, as she bounces and floats out the door.