It was another quiet evening at Privet Drive, a normal night for a normal neighborhood. Well, all except in Number four Privet drive for one special young lady.
Harriet Potter was over the sink, doing the dishes after dinner. She had feeling dizzy and on the edge all week. Harri doesn't know what it is, but she had a strong feeling it had to do something with the basilisk bite from last year.
Harriet clutched the edge of the sink as she felt the world spinning. Marge, the wale of a sister of Vernon, was still going on about how unnatural her vivid green eyes and messy black hair was. But her latest comment crossed the line.
"If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll be something wrong with the pup." Marjorie said as if it was obvious.
You have to realise everyone will snap at some given time. And said time was this instance for our young heroin.
Harriet lifted her head and demanded "Shut up!" in a deep voice.
All the Dursleys' heads snapped towards her, her dear uncle and aunt backed away while Marge looked offended.
Why? you may ask. Well, it's rather frightening that your scrawny little niece's eyes turned red and her rat's nest of a hair was flying around and she was surrounded by crackling power. Scratch that, it was pure mortifying.
"Listen here, girl, I don't like your-" Marge started.
For the love of Merlin, this woman liked to poke a bear with a stick, doesn't she.
"I said, shut up, you infernal woman." Harri interrupted, that was definitely not her normal voice. Harriet flicked her wrist, shutting Marge up, most likely because she used the silencing spell. But. . . Where's her wand?
"God, you're such a whiny bitch, complaining about this and that." Harri continued, stalking closer to the woman.
"And you had the nerve to disrespect my parents." she laughed humorlessly.
With another flick of her wrist, the still mute Marge was lifted in the air by the the collar of her clothes.
"Now listen here, Freak. . ." began Vernon from the corner, but he was rendered speechless by the look Harriet gave him.
Petunia had dudley behind her back in an attempt to hide and protect him. As if a giraffe can cover up a baby whale.
Harriet's red eyes looked back up to the still dangling marge.
"Now, what happens if we inflate you to the size of your ego, hm?" she said with a smirk. Harri flicked her hand again. Nothing seemed to happen, but after a while, the already overweight woman started swelling.Her great red face started to expand, her tiny eyes bulged, and her mouth stretched too tightly — next second, several buttons had just burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls — she was inflating like a monstrous balloon, her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband, each of her fingers blowing up like a salami.
Harriet promptly released the hold on the woman and let her float even higher.
The evil smirk seemed to peel off slowly as she realised what she had done. Her red eyes seemed to convert back to emerald green.
Harri looked around, the rest of the Dursleys seemed to be stashed into the corner.
As fast as her legs could take her, she ran. Harri ran up to her room and frantically began to pack. It took a surprisingly short time due to the lack of clothes she had. Right when she was about to go out, she remembered she didn't have her wand and owl. How could she forget about the two most important things?
Harri let Hedwig out of her cage with an instruction to find her.
With her trunk in her hand and armed with a wand on the other, our hero made her was downstairs, where she met her uncle.
"You're going to fix it, right now, Potter!" he demanded.
Harri raised her wand and pressed it against his throat. "Back off." she hissed, her dizziness coming back.
"Y-you're not allowed. . .allowed to do freakishness outside if your school." she said with a fear tinged voice.
"Oh yeah!" Harri said a little breathless. "Try me."
That seemed to work. Vernon left her as fast as he could and went chasing after his sister who was floating out through the back door.
Harriet ran out of the house trying to think of a plan. Perhaps she could take the knight bus to the leaky cauldron.
All she needed to do was raise her wand. It's just her hand felt so heavy, she felt as though she would fall. Harri dropped her trunk and put her hand on her knees as she panted.
Out of the corner of her eye, Harri saw a black hound. Although her attention snapped back to the ground as a wave of nausea hit her.
It wasn't long before her knees gave out and she found herself on the grass. Harriet can feel her vision fading.
Harriet felt hands on her shoulder, to thin to be her uncle's and to long to be her aunt's.
"Pup." croaked a voice. "I need you to stay with me."
That voice.
It sounded so familiar.A dog.A big black dog.The same one that gave her piggyback rides.Dadlegs?Dadfoot?Padfoot! That's it.
"Paddy?" she whispered in a broken voice.
"It" his throat seemed to close. "It's me sweety. Hang on. Paddy's got you, princess."
" 'kay." said Harriet as she slipped into darkness.
Hullo. I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. Thank you for reading this. Comments are welcome.