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"Boy, come down here!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
Harry made his way downstairs. "Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry inquired.
"Aunt Marge will be here any minute." Uncle Vernon said while adjusting his tie. Swiftly, he turned and faced Harry. "I expect no funny business, boy." He gave Harry a sharp glare.
"How long is she staying?" Harry inquired.
"A week." Replied Aunt Petunia reproachfully. "Now quickly go get all your things and put them in the cupboard. Clean up that owl's cage and make sure it isn't here while Marge is. After he was finished, Harry and the Dursleys waited and soon enough they heard a taxi arrive. Harry could hear Aunt Marge's dog barking as she walked towards the house. Uncle Vernon gave Harry one final look and whispered "No funny business." He swung the door open wide and all the Dursleys put on big fake smiles.
Aunt Marge heaved her way in with the two large, overstuffed suitcases. She looked at Harry as he was eyeing her dog warily. "You," she snarled vehemently.
Uncle Vernon looked worried and gave Harry another warning glare. Aunt Petunia smiled even bigger. She looked quite scary in Harry's opinion. Then Aunt Petunia motioned Dudley and said, "Dudley, sweetums, go take Marge's things to the guest room. Harry you're to sleep on the couch. Now, go make some tea for Aunt Marge. I'm sure she's had a long journey." She looked at Harry sharply. Harry went into the kitchen and made some tea.
The night went by slowly. Aunt Marge kept asking Harry about how cruel they were to him at St. Brutis' - his supposed school. Oh, Harry thought, I hope I am going to the Burrow soon…