Memories of a Sin
By: The Unnamed Sin
Summary: Thirteen years ago, Father sent a spy to find out more about the magical world. One year later, all contact ceased without warning. Worried, he sends Pride to investigate...
Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. No copyright infringement was intended.
Important! I have taken some lines directly from the book. No copyright infringement was intended. I will go back and edit this in the future. However, for the moment if you see a • surrounding a paragraph, it means that I took it from the book.
Harry Potter was distinctly unamused. He had to deal with his Aunt Marge, yet another Dursley who would scream at him for no apparent reason, for a whole week. Oh joy. Not only that, but he had to pretend that he went to St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys so that the Dursleys could hold on to their precious little facade of normalcy.
At least he would get his permission form signed, so that he would be able to visit Hogsmeade. Seriously though, what was with wizards and calling things by weird names?
It seemed like immediately after he hid all traces of 'freakishness' from his room, Aunt Petunia was shrieking up the stairs for Harry to come and greet their guest.
•"Do something about your hair!" she snapped as he reached the hall.•
Harry glared at her discreetly. His hair was fine the way it was, thank you very much! Although he had noticed that it was longer and had a bit of a greenish tinge to it... He shook himself from his musings in favor of preparing himself for his eminent doom.
•All to soon, there was the distinct sound of gravel crunching as Uncle Vernon's car pulled into the driveway, then the clunk of the car doors and footsteps on the garden path.•
•"Hurry! Get the door!" Aunt Petunia hissed at Harry.•
Really wishing that he was somewhere else, Harry pulled the door open.
•On the doorstep stood Aunt Marge. She was very like Uncle Vernon: large, beefy, and purple faced, she even had a mustache, though not as bushy as his. In one hand she held an enormous suitcase, and tucked under the other was an old and evil-tempered bulldog.•
Harry groaned mentally. This was going to be a long week...
This is a timeskip. Books are awesome.
•At last, at long last, the final evening of Aunt Marge's stay arrived. Aunt Petunia had prepared a fancy dinner, and Uncle Vernon had uncorked several bottles of wine.•
•When they were having the lemon meringue pie, Uncle Vernon brought out a large bottle of brandy.•
•"Can I tempt you Marge?"•
•Aunt Marge had already had quite a lot of wine. Her huge face was very red.•
•"Just a small one then," she chuckled. "A bit more than that... and a bit more... that's the ticket."•
Harry really wanted to disappear into his bedroom, but he met Uncle Vernon's angry little eyes and knew he would have to sit it out if he wanted to go to Hogsmeade.
When Aunt Marge started to complain about him he did his best to ignore it. But then she crossed the line.
When she insulted his mother, the lights began flickering as he desperately tried to calm down.
When she called insulted both of his parents, calling them drunkards who got killed in a car crash, he snapped.
•"They didn't die in a car crash!" said Harry, who found himself on his feet.•
His eyes widened a bit when suddenly images and sounds of screams, gunfire, explosions, soldiers marching through the streets, dead bodies, tears, blood pooling in the gutters, and, above all, a maniacal cackling.
The surreal experience was over as soon as it came, and none of the Dursleys had noticed, least of all Aunt Marge, who was screaming about him being a burden on his 'decent' and 'hardworking' relatives.
Before she could continue her rant, however, she suddenly stopped speaking. Her tremendously ugly face began to expand, her beady little eyes bulged, and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech. Within moments, several buttons had burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls, leaving dents in the floral wallpaper. She was inflating like a giant balloon, her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband, and each of her fingers were blowing up like sausages.
Harry watched this happen in shock, thinking 'oh sh*t, I've been expelled, haven't I?'. However, there was some small part of him that was feeling vindictive pleasure from watching everyone running around in terror. They were really like headless chickens weren't they?
Realizing what had just happened, Harry tore from the dining room before anyone could stop him. Heading towards the cupboard under the stairs, he burst the door open with a blast of magic. In mere seconds, he heaved his trunk to the front door.
•Sprinting up the stairs, he launched himself under his bed, wrenching open the loose floorboard and grabbing his pillowcase full of books and birthday presents. He also grabbed Hedwig's cage before zooming back down the stairs to shove his stuff into his trunk.•
Just as Uncle Vernon burst through the dining room door, Harry pulled out his wand, gave him a look that would have reduced braver souls to a trembling mess, and left.
He slammed the door in his face for good measure.
A/N: I should be working on TBWL. My muse has other plans. Soo, yeah. By the way, everything will be explained. Just trust me on this one... *diabolical grin*. My birthday is tomorrow! Yay! Also, this is officially the longest chapter that I have written to date! It is nearly 1000 words, including the A/Ns and other such things. Also, I apologize if Harry is OOC, I am trying to make him a bit darker, stronger, and more independent. Out of curiosity, what do you think is going on?