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"Not bad boy," Aunt Marge commented on the apple tart he made. "Actually… it's better than that! Do you know how to make peanut butter dog biscuits?" Harry looked at Aunt Marge as if she lost her mind while eating her tarts. "No, I guess not. If you want, I'll buy the ingredients and you make them so I can take them home to my other dogs."

Just say no Harry, just say no she won't kill you or anything. "Sure." Harry said. You fucking pussy. "How many do you want?"

Marge was eating her tart as she was thinking a way to respond to the question. "Hmmm… about a few dozen of them… two to three dozen perhaps. You think you can do that before the week is up?"

"I can't keep any promises," Harry responded honestly, he really hating talking to his aunt so far. But nothing was going wrong so far, no accidental magic yet. "But, I will say that I can try my very best to make as many as I can."

"Good, good," Aunt Marge took a sandwich and a glass of tea. "Well, how's Dudley been doing so far? Entered the wrestling team yet?"

Dudley looked at his filled plate, as if he lost appetite, which kind of shocked everyone. "I don't wish to talk about it. It's quite depressing…."

Harry felt bad now, Dudley was always in the spotlight and now Dudley looked like he wanted to hide under a rock in shame. Why the hell are you feeling bad for him in the first place, he deserves to feel ashamed of himself. But, no matter what he's telling himself, he still somewhat felt bad for Dudley. But, this seems to not phase Aunt Marge one bit, she pressure on.

"Come on, sport, it couldn't be all that bad!"

Dudley looked at Aunt Marge for a moment. "They won't let me join the team unless I have good marks and if I can lose about thirty pounds. So I started doing something else."

"Which is?"

"A weight club," Dudley responded, a little proud of himself. "It's not like the wrestling team, but I'm able to work on my weight and gain more muscle as I work with weights. We do competitions all the time. I won a silver medal for lifting the heaviest weight for my school, hopefully this coming year, I win a gold medal instead."

Actually, that surprised Harry very much. How come Dudley never started bragging about this was beyond him? If Harry won a silver medal for being the second fastest flyer in Quidditch, he would totally be bragging off. But, it seems Dudley is determine to lose weight, well by the looks of it, it seems he had lost a little weight but gain muscle, as if he gone through puberty. Harry bit of piece of sandwich and said, "That's great Dudley! One of your best accomplishments you had done yet." This made Dudley blush from head to toe.

"Good?" Aunt Marge almost sounded outraged. "Are you serious, boy? That's bad!"

Harry looked at Aunt Marge. "I'm not following. What's so bad about winning a silver medal?"

"Nothing is wrong with winning a silver medal," Aunt Marge said. "But, it has been a very big deal that in the Dursley family that we join groups like wrestling on the first try, no worries about grades or weight."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing from his Aunt. "Um… I hate to break the news to you, but we are living in a modern world where parents are always complaining about kids health that schools have to follow protocol. Not only that, but in order to graduate you need excellent grades, not wrestling skills."

"He could easily get a scholarship through wrestling," Aunt Marge proclaimed.

"Not the ways his grades continue to stand," Harry said, matter of factly. "In order to get scholarships, you need good grades also."

Aunt Marge stood up in rage. "Shut up you brat! Stop doubting Dudley when you can't even do the amazing things Dudley can do!"

This made Harry angry. "Like what, being a lazy stupid ass twenty-four seven or a bully? Because I'm pretty sure that I don't want to be either those two options."

Aunt Marge gave a nasty smile in Harry's direction. "Well, like they always say about dog breedings. When's there something wrong with a bitch, there's always something wrong the pup [Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban chapter 2 or 3]."

Harry stared at her, the air felt different. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"Exactly what it's meant to mean."

Then out of the blue, silverware began to fly around the house circling the table. Marge's eyes began to widen in horror, dumbstruck what was happening. Dudley on the other hand ran from the room screaming, "Now you done it!" The ground began to shake and glass began to break in their cabinets, Harry didn't realize what was going on. Technically, he was out of it. All he wanted to do was kill Aunt Marge. How dare she… how dare that bloody demon insulted my mum! I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you! No sooner after he thought that, the knives began to fly right towards Aunt Marge, who screamed her head off. That scream woke Harry from his haze, oh fuck! He tried to stop the knives from hitting anyone instead he only gave the woman a few scratched as the passed her and hit the walls.

Then her body began to stick to the ceiling and she continued her hectic screaming. No! Stop please oh god please make it stop! If anything, hurt me, just hurt me instead! As if in command, the knives that were still in the air came flying in his direction and some barely passed him. Only one knife stabbing his arm, only a gasp of pain went through his mouth. Everything just stopped, all of the utensils dropped to the floor followed by Aunt Marge landing on the floor, her body was covered in bruises and blood. But she was only bleeding very little and she was unconscious. Oh my God! W-what have I done?!

"Aunt Marge!" Harry ran to her side and turned her over, trying to wake the woman up. "Aunt Marge! Aunt Marge Oh God please wake up!" Then his body was pulled back roughly and he was slammed against the wall.

"Get away from her you psychotic little bastard!" Vernon screeched at the top of his lungs. "You bloody hurt her! You've gone too far!"

Harry's eyes began to sprung tears, shaking his head. "I-I didn't m-m-mean it! I swear to god I didn't want to hurt her!"

"Then explain this fusking disaster!" Vernon pointed out the entire room. Aunt Petunia was standing in the hallway, comforting the crying Dudley who was literally petrified. "Explain what just happened in here, don't tell me you didn't want her dead! We saw the look in your eyes when she said it!"

"But, it was out of anger," Harry explained. "I didn't want to literally kill her! I swear to you Vernon, I didn't mean to!" Harry's body began to shake, he almost killed his Aunt, he was going to get expelled from Hogwarts. I have to run… I can't stay here any longer! I'm fucking monster! "I'll leave… I won't ever come back to guys ever again, if we all pretend none of this ever happened!"

"Like the hell I'll let you get away with almost murder!" Vernon's face became a prune color. "When they come to break your wand, I'll make sure you're in prison for life!"

Harry shook his head and ran towards the stairs, pushing Dudley and Petunia out of the way. "Don't just stand there, grab him and lock him in the cupboard!" No! Not the cupboard! With all of his might, and magic, he locked the door from the inside. With his other part his magic, everything, that he needed, school books and clothing began to pack itself up. His window opened magically and his owl flew out the window towards the sunset. He took out his other bag and pack the rest of his clothing, some of his snacks he got during school and his toothbrush.

"You little freak! I'll get in there if it's the last thing I do! Dudley! Get my fire axe!" Vernon yelled out loud. Harry knew he had to jump for his life with his luggage, which he did, thanks to magic to help him land lightly and he ran for his life, dragging everything he had with him behind him, tears falling past his face.

Severus Snape is not only a potions master for Hogwarts, but he was Potion Master in England. In fact, he's one of the most well respected potion maker and the youngest of his time. He had been a very successful person since his Hogwart years ended. Not until his closest friend, Lucius Malfoy, dragged him to join the Death Eater ranks. At first, he thought he understood what he was up against, but he was wrong. Not only did he lose his freedom, but also lost his friendship with ex best friend, Lily Evans or Lily Potter. He ruined his own relationship by calling her first a Mudblood and joined the Death Eater ranks. Snape knew it was his own fault, but he was so naive and young at the time that he thought it was too good to be true. To finally be accepted for who he was, being so blinded about what was more important.

He blamed her death on himself too. After all, he was the one who told the Dark Lord about the prophecy, he even begged the Dark Lord to spare her. Then for desperation, he went to beg Dumbledore to protect Lily and her son, Harry, from Voldemort, that he would do anything to assure the safety of those two people. As far as he knew, Dumbledore did everything in his power, but still couldn't protect his beloved Lily. After hearing the survival of the Boy-Who-Lived, he swore on Lily's grave that he will protect Harry till he dies trying. Since Potter's first year, he protected him since.

In reality, he never liked Potter, James nor the boy. He made sure to make it clear to the child that he disliked him, by making everyone else's lives miserable in the Potion room. Practically, mostly Gryffindors, he hated everyone but his House. After all he was Head of Slytherin. But, he just disliked him because not only was he in Gryffindor, but also that he looked like his damn father. And those cursed eyes of the boys, those green eyes that haunt him every night before he goes to sleep, those eyes he wish to have… Lily, no matter how much the boy looked his father he mostly still saw Lily. And by Merlin it literally killed him deep down.

But, since the boy's first year, he had been nothing but trouble. Not, only just trouble, but he realized no matter how hard Harry tried to prevent trouble, it always found him. Potter has the worse case of luck. The boy has bad luck because of trouble, but extremely good luck getting out of the worst possible situation alive. Sometimes, Snape wonders how the boy this freaking luck, or why he promised Lily when Potter can surely protect himself either way.

Snape was reading an old Potion book he had in his personal library. He was finally done grading his classes exams, he was able to relax and drink some wine before summer ended. But, sometimes things don't ever could last long, not even for Snape.

"Severus," Dumbledore called out as he came through the Potion Master's fireplace. "Severus where are you?!"

"What is the meaning of this?" Snape asked very annoyed. "Do you even know what time-"

"There is no time!" Dumbledore said as he was about to step back into the fire place. "This is an emergency to all Order members. It's Harry."

"What about the boy?" Snape sneered out, then he looked into the old man's eyes, something seriously had happened. "What happened, headmaster?"

"There was a magical accident that happened," Dumbledore said, in the most calm but depressing tone. "Harry's magic exploded and caused one person to be in critical condition, and the family to be scarred for life."

"What do you mean by exploding?" But, Dumbledore already vanished. Snape gathered up his potions and followed right after Dumbledore. What has Potter done this time?