What if Hagrid never came?

Dumbledore couldn't legally obtain him?

And Harry was stuck in that house for an extra two years.

This story is set so that Harry was born in 2005 and the current year is 2018 PofA.

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I mean, what was I supposed to do, just sit there and wait for my punishment I mean come on I ran who wouldn't?

Aunt Marge had just come to stay and so of course I was treated even more like a slave while she was around the house. The summer holidays had just begun and the St Mungo's year had just ended. I had no friends there though it was best not to unless you wanted to find a razor in your food. I had once gone to Smeltings but my second day there I got picked on so much that I caused everybody's food in the lunch hall to be thrown at them, of course no one believed 'it did it by itself' so I got in shit.

Anyway now I'm stuck in this shit hole for six weeks which is only slightly more fun than living in the other shit hole.

Thursday 29th July

I woke up that morning lower than I had believed possible, I mean normally I was in a shit mood but that morning was something else. The night before I had recieved news from Vernon Dursley that his sister was going to be visiting and that if I pulled anything I was to be put in the cupboard that I had spent twelve years but finally last summer had become too small for. He told me and I quote 'I don't care if you don't fit,we'll force you into it if we have to, no matter the pain you may go through!' Which was a very fun conversation indeed. Anyway she arrived that morning at eleven am. She of course barged her fat ass through the door and gave all her luggage to me, not acknowledging my presence at all and running over to Duddykins.

"Open the God damn door boy come on." Vernon bellowed from outside the front door.

Harry turned the lock and opened the door to the two huge presences that was his auntie-in law and his Uncle. Soaked from just the walk to the car to the door the two people pushed past Harry clearly in bad moods and took off their coats.

"Right, better now, where is Duddykins."Marge said in a very loud and high pitched voice, bounding through the living area door.

Anger just began to swell inside me, I mean it's not I wanted her to hug and kiss me but a little recognition would be nice, I mean Jesus, I'm just ignored constantly never thanked or recognised just pushed to the side and never thought about. It's hard you know, never being recognised, I'm not asking to be worshiped but God, some simple manners would be nice.

Anyway, the day continued the same as I expected; cooked lunch perfectly(everyone you could tell loved) 'Over cooked' I then was forced to sit in the corner where I watched the family sit and laugh enjoying the current television sitcoms and reality shows. It was Hard as he was forced to sit back blocked by the huge figures of his family.

It became too much, I couldn't take anymore, finally it reached dinner where aunt Petunia had cooked a full roast, of course I had been left with the scraps, I tucked quickly into my thin slice of turkey and veg and finished within a few minutes, I then sat there in silence until for the first time in hours someone actually communicated with me.

"So boy where did my brother send you?" Asked Aunt Marge.

"St Brutus's secure centre for Incurably criminal boys." Relied Uncle Vernon awnearing for Harry. "It's a very good school for dealing with nutters like him, give them a good beating they do, scars everywhere for disrespect which I completely agree with."

"As do I, boys like that should be beaten and treated properly In order to prevent them from committing crimes and putting people like us in danger." Aunt Marge replied in a very s turn and agreeing tone. "So they use the cane at StBrutus's do they boy."

"Yes!" I snapped back, not taking any shit from her anymore, I burned red with anger as I thought back to being beaten and caned.

"Don't be so disrespectful, your Uncle and Auntie work hard so you can go to school, unlike your unworthy parents. How did they die again Vernon?"

"Car crash." Vernon replied calmly

"Drunk I assume?" Vernon nodded in agreement.

"Yes well, don't blame yourself with this one, you see it all the time at the farm, it's bad blood, if there's something wrong with the bitch or father then there's something wrong with pup." Aunt Marge Said gleeful in how she got under my skin.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed at her, "My parents were not drunks and there was nothing wrong with them." I stared at her with death, I then looked towards her glass, it instantly exploded sending fragments of crystal flying across the room. She stared at me, then pointing her chubby finger at me.

"Right you..." she instantly stopped as she stared at her finger as it began to swell in to the size of a jumbo Sausage. The rest of her body followed in turn swelling to five times the size. Her clothes expanded with her body, finally she stopped growing and began to float into the air, she then began to float out through the conservatory and out into the world. The Dursley family stared in shock as Marge floated out into the world.