The Pursued Twins (Book 3)

Chapter 1

"Harry, Harry, Harry! Open the door" Aunt Petunia said to my twin brother as I sat on the steps of our house resting my elbow on my knee and holding my chin with my hand as I stared at the bell ringing door with distain knowing that tonight was going to be a full on shit show. Harry opened the door and almost had his eye poled out by the large black umbrella that got shoved through the door as two people and a dog came in.

"Marge how lovely to see you." And Petunia said to our Aunt Marge who was Uncle Vernon's sister. She was a very big woman with short blonde hair and wears what I could only describe as female suits because instead of pants she wore the skirt. She loved to breed bulldogs as she brought her little golden one in with her.

"Uncle Vernon..." I said getting up from the stairs and holding out a paper to him, "We need you to sign this form."

"What is it?" Uncle Vernon asked taking off his rain soaked grey jacket.

"Nothing. School stuff." Harry said  as we started following Uncle Vernon into the sitting room.

"Later perhaps. If you both behave." He said

"We will if she does." We both said at the same time.

"Oh... you're still here are you." Marge said in disgust as she looked over at Harry and I.

"Yes." We both said calmly and slightly sarcastically.

"Don't say "yes" In that ungrateful way." Aunt Marge said with this disgusted look on her fat bulldog looking face. "Damn good of my brother to keep you both. They'd been straight into an orphanage if they'd been dumped on my doorstep, Vernon." She finished saying more to Uncle Vernon then to us as she gave us a very hateful look before hearing Dudley laugh. "Is that my Dudders? Is that my little neffy-poo? Give u a kiss! Come on! up, up, up! Oh yes!" Aunt Marge said after attacking Dudley with hugs and kisses and getting her bulldog to jump up onto the couch.

"Take Marge's suitcases upstairs." Uncle Vernon motioned to us.

"Okay." We said with a slight shrug and walked to where her suitcases were by the door before taking them up to the room that she would be staying in.

It was later that night and Harry and I were cleaning the dishes and drying them as everyone was finishing up eating. As Aunt Marge finished her plate she set it on the floor for her bulldog saying, "Mm, finish that off for mommy. There's a good boy Rippy-poo."

"Can I tempt you Marge?" Uncle Vernon asked coming around Dudley who was focused on the TV with a bottle of brandy.

"Mm, just a small one." Aunt Marge said. "Excellent nosh, Petunia. Hey." Marge said to Harry snapping her fingers and pointing to the plate that her dog was licking at as Harry picked up all their plates. "Eh, a bit more. Usually jus a fry-up for me what with twelve dogs. A bit more. That's a boy. Mmm. Ahhh. You want to try a little drop of brandy? A little drop of brandy-brandy-windy-wandy for Rippy-pippy-poo?" She said tilting the glass enough for the dog to lap some up. "What're you smirking at?" She asked Harry as he cleaned the food off plates as I washed. "Where is it you send these two, Vernon?"

"Saint Brutus's its a fine institution for hopeless cases. They keep the boys and girls separated." Uncle Vernon answered only stuttering slightly.

"Do they use a cane at Saint Brutus's, you two?" Aunt Marge asked us causing us to both look up and look at uncle Vernon before looking back at Aunt Marge.

"Oh, yeah." I said quickly.

"We've both been beaten loads of times. Mm." Harry said nodding and I nodded along with him.

"Excellent. I wont have his namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not beating people who deserve it. Aunt Marge said like a stuck up prick. "But you mustn't blame yourself about how these ones turned out, Vernon. It's all to do with blood . Bad blood will out. What is it the children's father did, Petunia?" Marge asked.