Welcome back my lovely readers, or anybody who has stumbled upon this story. This is the third instalment in my Sister Who Lived series. You don't have to go back and read the first two but it might make more sense if you do.
Disclaimer: As always I don't own anything but my OCs.
Chapter 1: Go Your Own Way
"That's a load of bull!" Grace shouted across the kitchen table at Privet drive. "You're saying that I have to stay in my room for a whole week because you're good-for-nothing sister is coming?"
Uncle Vernon's moustache bristled over the newspaper he was desperately trying to ignore Grace with, although by the way the vein in his forehead was growing, it wasn't working. The argument had started from the second Grace had descended the stairs, yawning and running a hand through her ruffled red hair, when Uncle Vernon had announced that Aunt Marge would be staying for the whole week. She had dropped her freshly buttered toast in shock before he went on to say that Grace would stay out of sight the whole week.
"It's that or find somewhere else to stay," Uncle Vernon replied.
"Where else am I supposed to stay?" Grace inquired.
"I'm sure Mrs Figgs wouldn't mind having you stay," Aunt Petunia suggested as though she was trying to stop the fight from happening. Grace simply shot her a withering look.
"How come I have to get out of the house anyway?" Grace questioned, directly at Uncle Vernon. "Do I smell or something?"
With a great huff of breath Uncle Vernon folded down his paper to point a pudgy finger at Grace, waving it around as he spoke.
"Your aunt is expecting to have a peaceful week with her nephew and all you'll do is ruin that for us! Every visit that your Aunt has made you've made some smart-ass comment for no reason. If you can't treat her with respect, I will not have you around her at all."
"She's not even my aunt!" Grace exploded. The whole situation was unfair to her, from the fact that she wasn't even related to the damn women to how she would be missing Harry's birthday. "Seriously, you're either joking or a complete jackass!"
"Watch your mouth, girl," Uncle Vernon snarled.
Grace raised her eyebrows. To her, with her fiery temper and inability to close her mouth, that was a challenge inviting her to say more. Ultimately it was a better idea to just shut up in the Dursley household but Grace wasn't exactly good at that.
Which was how she ended up on Mrs Figgs' front lawn with her school trunk and dull anger still burning in her chest.
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