-3 days later-

Harry, ready to crash after eating so much candy, was laying in his bed. "My first amateur match is in two days. Will I be ready? Can I actually hold a candle to all the experience others have? They probably have more training than I have. I haven't had a real fight," thought Harry. Soon after Dudley, Harry's rather large cousin barged in yelling, "Harry we go to London tomorrow!" Harry nods curtly and says, "Yes we are. After the weigh-in, we'll hit up the bank, then the sporting goods store." Dudley just nods dumbly as Harry lists off the activities.

Downstairs, Vernon and Petunia are preparing for the trip. However, the two had completely different ideas for the trip. Vernon was in a nice pinstripe suit. He had every intention of making a good impression, but in the end, it all came down to Harry and his ability in the ring. Harry would have to completely dominate his opponent in his first match to gain publicity. Petunia was preparing for a relaxing day in London. She had hoped to visit some landmarks and tourist centers such as the Sherlock Museum. The husband and wife had two completely different plans for this trip but somehow managed to convince themselves that the other had the shared interests. To be fair the weigh-in should not take more than an hour, but they still needed to go to the bank and the sporting goods store. Vernon's plan would more than likely take the entire day. Petunia had visited London many times, it was only about an hour drive from their house to London, but she never had the chance to act like a tourist. She was always there visiting her sister-in-law. Not once has she been able to see the Sherlock Museum and all that other stuff that London is so famous for. She was grateful that her husband was taking them to London, even if it did seem like a rather arbitrary course of action.

Upstairs Harry and Dudley were talking about the upcoming fight. Dudley was rather enthusiastic about Harry's first match. Harry however, was a nervous wreck. "I can't wait until your match. He won't land a punch on you. He'll be out in the first round!" Dudley says rather encouragingly. "I don't know about that. I mean, my opponent probably has more experience and training than me. I'd probably be lucky to survive a punch," Harry said in a very depressing tone. Dudley wouldn't take it though, "You dumbass! So what if he has more training than you? Your training is probably ten times as intense as his! His experience will be his downfall. Think about it, he will be expecting a fresh fighter who doesn't understand the rules properly, and you will show him the results of your training!" Harry, hearing this response, couldn't help but smile. Dudley was counting on him to win. Uncle Vernon was counting on Harry to win. Aunt Petunia was counting on Harry to get stronger. He resolved that he under no circumstances would he fail them. Harry would win so Dudley could boast his cousin protecting him. Harry would win so uncle Vernon could attract more attention to Harry. Harry would definitely win so no threat would dare approach Aunt Petunia and his family! "Damn straight!" was Harry's extremely loud response. Dudley cringed at the volume of his cousin's exclamation. Vernon and Petunia heard the young boxer. "Language!" Shouts Vernon and his wife at the same time. The volume is loud enough to cause the house to rumble a little. This time it was Harry's turn to cringe at the volume. Later that night, Harry was able to fall asleep with a new found confidence.

-The Next Day-

Harry was up early. Early as in well before the sun rises. So essentially the term early was an understatement, a severe understatement. Heading downstairs to the garage doubt once again started to fill his mind. "I need more training. I need to eliminate any doubt that I am weak. I can win," were Harry's thoughts. It sounds more like he was trying to convince himself rather than steel his resolve. He strapped on some 14 oz training gloves and started to hit the reflex bag. He would undoubtedly destroy his opponent, but he had yet to know that. Dudley was right, no one trains like Harry. Harry trains hours a day because he loves it. Harry pushes himself to the very limit and surpasses that limit each and every time. Thanks to his training, Harry's punching power is freakishly strong for an 11-year-old kid.

Vernon was upstairs, laying in his bed. Like Harry, worry and doubt flooded his mind. He was worried his training wasn't intense enough. It was more intense than when he was a kid, but with the new generation, he just wasn't sure. He didn't want to be the reason Harry lost his very first match. Harry hasn't had any sparring yet either. "Maybe we should have signed up for an official gym," doubted Vernon. Thoughts of doubt like these just ran through his mind for a while until he heard a punching sound downstairs.

Petunia, unlike her husband, slept soundly. She was going to visit London soon, and this time she wouldn't have to visit her crude extremely rude sister-in-law, Marge Dursley. Marge Dursley was one of the most self-righteous people on the planet. Legend has it that arrogance and narcissism runs through her veins and not blood. She would not describe herself as vain, but literally everyone else would if they could. She believes herself to be very beautiful. Others see her extremely large self and horrendous face in their nightmares. Of all people, she is probably ugly enough to scare a troll. She is probably fat enough that a giant would have their hand crushed just trying to lift her. Marge Dursley was vain without justification. And sometimes even her brother couldn't stand her.

When Harry was 9 years-old, Marge took it upon herself to surprise her brother and his family with a visit. She arrived around 18:00 so Vernon would have already come home from work. When she arrived, she was surprised to find a lack of a garden. She dismissed it and would bring it up later. She knocked on the door and Petunia answers. Before one word comes out of Marge's mouth, Petunia screams, "Vernon! Your sister is here!" Vernon runs up to his sister who has a hard time fitting in through the door. "Marge, what are you doing here?" he asks. "Came to visit. Now, where is that useless boy? Henry was it?" Marge says dismissively. "Harry is training in the garage," Vernon says timidly. "Harry. Why isn't he working on the garden or therefore lack of?" Marge demands. It has been five years since her last visit. "Harry is too busy with boxing training" Vernon replies. At that point, Harry steps out of the garage. "That barbaric sport? Makes sense. The child of two worthless people becomes barbaric," the woman says. Harry feels his anger rising and shouts, "You can insult me all you want, but the moment you insult the glorious sport of boxing is when a grave mistake is made in this house!" Vernon, who has great respect (fear) for his sister scolded Harry, "Boy! Don't yell at my sister!" Harry disappointed that his uncle wouldn't defend boxing retaliates, "She attacked boxing, the noble sport of boxing. I will defend boxing even if it causes my death!" Vernon and Dudley soften and look concerned. Vernon was the first to respond, "Harry, you're right boxing is a noble sport, but it doesn't need defending. Some things just aren't worth your life." Dudley is next, "Yeah, Har. Don't die on me just because you don't know when to give up." Marge stood aside witnessing the whole event unravel and laughs. "Let the boy die for all I care," the fat lady manages to get out while laughing. Then something snapped inside Vernon. For the first time ever he lost that respect (fear) for Marge and stood up to her, "Shut up! You insult the noble sport of boxing, you insult my charge, you lack care for the charge. Harry is welcome in this house for as long as we live here. And as long as Harry lives here, you are not to visit! Should I choose to visit you, Harry will be left in the care of one of our neighbors! Now leave!"

Petunia remembers the entire experience. She loves Harry like the nephew he is, but not enough to stand up to the oversized woman for fear of the dog. She couldn't help but be excited about a trip to London. She was even more ecstatic about not visiting Marge.

A/N I have returned from midterms not completely unscathed, but mostly unscathed with a new chapter. Sorry, the chapter is so short. This is mostly just setting up for the weigh-in and actual match. It really reveals my opinion of Marge.