A/N The first chapter of the third fanfiction! I'm trying to make Elizabeth more involved with the plot and change things up a bit with this one and especially the Goblet of Fire. I hope you like it!

Harry and I met our Aunt Marge in the opening hallway. She and her dog went right past us. Harry turned to Uncle Vernon.

"I need you to sign this form."

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Something for school." Harry said.

"Later, perhaps. If you behave."

"I will if she does!" Harry returned. Uncle Vernon went into the dining room. Harry looked at me as I sat on the bottom stair. I rolled my eyes.

"If you're that desperate, then just fake the signature!" I told him.

"I don't want to fake it, Elizabeth!" Harry told me. I stood up and pulled down my tank top. I wore a pair of black, purposely ripped pants, knee high black leather boots, a grey tank top and a black studded vest.

"Have you faked it?" He asked.

"Nope. Don't want to go to town."

"Why not?"

"Almost empty castle? Lack of teachers? Too many other options." I told him. He eyed me suspiciously, obviously wondering what wonderful pranks I had in mind for this school year. Nothing to get me expelled, of course, but enough for people to wish I would never come back. During the summer, I'd cut my hair so that it was barely to my shoulders, the shortest I'd ever had it by far. I liked it better when it was short. He'd grown at least a foot. I wondered if anyone would recognize us back at school. We went into the kitchen.

"You're still here, huh?" Aunt Marge asked us.

"Unfortunately…" I said under my breath.

"Yes." Harry answered.

"Don't say yes in that ungrateful way. It'd have been straight to an orphanage if they'd be dumped on my doorstep." Aunt Marge said. Harry and I cleared away the dishes. Uncle Vernon brought out a bottle of brandy.

"Can I tempt you, Marge?" He asked.

"Just a small one… A bit more… A bit more… That's a boy!" Marge told him. She took a sip and then let her dog take a drink from the glass.

"What are you smirking at?" She asked me. She looked at Vernon.

"Where is that you send them to, Vernon?"

"St. Brutus's. It's a first rate institution for hopeless cases."

"I see… And do they use the cane at St. Brutus's?" She asked, directly the question at us.

"Oh, yes, I've been beaten loads of times." Harry and I said in unison.

"Excellent. I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not hitting people who deserve it. Still. Mustn't blame yourself for how these two turned out, Vernon. It all comes down to blood. Bad blood will out. What is it the Potter father did, Petunia?"

"Nothing. That is… he didn't work. He was unemployed."

"Of course. And a drunk, I expect!"

"That's a lie." I couldn't help myself. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"What did you say?"

"Our dad wasn't a drunk!" Harry told her. The glass in Marge's hand exploded. Petunia gasped.

"Not to worry, Petunia… I have a very firm grip!" Marge explained. I knew that wasn't it. I looked at Harry. He gave me a warning look. I didn't know which one of us had done it, but it had been magic.

"You! Go to bed! Now!" Vernon ordered us.

"Quiet, Vernon! It doesn't matter about the father. It the end it comes down to the mother. You see it all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup."

"SHUT UP!" Harry and I screamed in unison. Marge was about to reply when suddenly a button from her dress flew off. Seams groaned. Thread snapped. Her whole body ballooned. She was inflating. She floated up to the ceiling. Uncle Vernon leapt for her. Her dog grabbed his ankle and bit down. She bounced against the ceiling and outside. Petunia and Vernon ran after her. Harry and I looked at each other. Then we sprinted upstairs and into our bedroom. Harry grabbed his already packed trunk. He slammed his heel into a loose floor board. It popped up. We grabbed our wands from their hiding places. I stuck my wand into my boot. I grabbed my duffel bag, shoved some clothes into it and zipped it up. Then I grabbed my shoulder bag. It was pre-packed with the Marauder's map, the photo album Hagrid gave us in our first year, some magic supplies from school and letters from Fred and George, Ron, Hermione and even Hagrid I'd received during the summer. We released Hedwig and Elf from their cages so they could fly wherever they wanted. Once we had our stuff, we hurried downstairs. Uncle Vernon was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.

"YOU BRING HER BACK! YOU BRING HER BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!" Uncle Vernon shouted.

"No! She deserved what she got!" I shouted right back.

"And you keep away from us!" Harry added, drawing his wand.

"You're not allowed to do magic outside school! They won't have you now… You've got nowhere to go!" Uncle Vernon told us.

"Anywhere is better than here!" Harry returned. We stormed out of the house.