It all takes place in a flash. Two wizards turn up at the doorstep. With a couple of spells, they puncture Ms. Marge to her beefy size and promptly, Dudley, Mr and Mrs. Dursley and Ms Marge are sitting on the dining table.

Dudley has his fists crammed with his seventh Lemon Meringue Pie slice. Mrs. Dursley is gripping her almost empty coffee cup with her little fingers sticking out. Mr. Dursley is holding the neck of an empty bottle of brandy and Ms. Marge has a glass filled with brandy wrapped around her calloused fingers. Harry's seat is empty, untouched. Mr. Dursley looks around and everything is in place, even the buttons that had burst out of Ms. Marge's tweed jacket.

Ms. Marge has a suspicious look at the odd silence that has set in the room. But it doesn't last long as her voice booms with alarm, "What happened? How's it that I..." Sweat starts running down Mr. Dursley's forehead. Three of them exchange tense glares. Mr. Dursley lets out a deep breath knowing that he has no option but to spill the beans about Harry. He starts with a stammer, "Ma… Marge, I'm sorry I was gonna tell you umm but it... I didn't want you to freak out… Harry is…"

Ms. Marge's raucous voice cuts off Mr. Dursley "How's it that I didn't notice Ripper severely panting and curled in the corner?" She gestures and calls Ripper, "Come here sweetie… (Ripper doesn't move an inch) Why ain't you coming baby… what's wrong?"

Ms. Marge gets up from the creaking chair. Ripper barks ferociously at the sight of her advancing towards him. She goes for Ripper's collar but he scurries out the back door. Mrs. Dursley sighs in relief. Before Ms. Marge can scuttle behind Ripper, Mr. Dursley stops her and hands her more brandy.

"What are you doing, VERNON? My son is running away and you are giving me BRANDY!?" Ms. Marge cries out loud.

Mr. Dursley tries to explain, "How do you expect him to come to you when he saw you blown up …" He abruptly stops when he meets Ms. Marge's eyes. "BLOWN-UP? Vernon, you're drunk! What 'blown up'!? Who blew up here? Huh? Petunia, what's your husband blabbering about? My son ran away and he is talking about something blowing up?"

Mrs. Dursley glances at and says, "I don't know dear but…. Uh… you see...um... Harry…"

"HARRY... ?'' Ms. Marge stresses on. Out of nowhere, Dudley starts "blew yo'' but before he can complete Mrs. Dursley gives him a stern look and continues, "Harry gave some brandy to Ripper''. "No, he didn't, no, no, no… where's that wretch, that devil will pay with his life... Where is HE? HAAAAARRY!? HAAAAARRY?! Come here this instant!"

Mr. Dursley chisels along, "He ran away… god knows where… we will find Ripper, don't worry. If Harry comes back, we will…umm... we will turn him inside out." Ms. Marge drinks the brandy with her eyes flooding with tears. She can't hold on. She throws the glass and stompes out the back door, crying out into the night sky, "RIPPER! Where are you? RIPPER!?...".

Mr. Dursley trudges out behind his sister, asking her to wait up. When the two are out of earshot, the house is back to its familiar racket, with Dudley snacking on his upteenth Lemon Meringue and the TV volume at 50. The thunder and the lighting of the fight scene from the TV echoes through the whole of the ground floor. While Mrs. Dursley talks in her sophisticated manner over the telephone in her bedroom to the neighbour saying " Oh! You must have been dreaming! How can my sister-in-law get blown up? You should be careful while talking or else people would think you are a bit abnormal… you know what I mean, right?"

To be continued…. Next part: when Harry returns to the Dursely's only to find out that they are going for a vacation and Harry is sent to stay with Ms. Marge.