Harry was tired, bone tired in fact. This weekend had been incredible demanding ever since Marge found about his extra chore. She soon supervised him every minute of the day, nit-picking at all his work and demanding he'd pleasure her several times per day.
His jaw was sore and his muscles ached, yet she was even sterner than Petunia when it came to discipline. If he stepped a toe out of line, she'd instantly bring a cane to his shins, thighs or buttocks.
She had said she didn't want him to be spoiled with Petunia gone, as Petunia wouldn't appreciate him slacking on his special training. Harry however suspected she was merely enjoying bossing him around, as the fact that she enjoyed his oral talents was obvious from the start.
Unlike Aunt Petunia she however gave no positive encouragement and instead spent most of her time complaining about 'Harry's no good lazy parents'. This all led to Harry being very happy to hear the clock chime nine, indicating that Vernon and Petunia were about to arrive.
It was only a few minutes later that they stepped through the door, happily shaking off their outer clothes. Harry had tea ready for them as ordered and moved to take their luggage almost as soon as Petunia opened her mouth.
Petunia was surprised at the eagerness being displayed; she was also fairly sure she saw the freak smiling when she walked in the door. Casting a quick glance at Marge lazing in the sofa she wasn't sure she could blame him and felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of spending a whole weekend with the intimidating woman.
Marge drank a cup of tea with them before leaving and much to both Vernon's and Petunia's shock she actually complimented Petunia on her work of raising the freak. She seemed to be in a very good mood overall.
"About time you took a page out of my book when it comes to disciplining unruly children" She had happily added before leaving the house. Was she whistling as she walked to her car?
Vernon looked incredulously at Petunia who could only answer with a shrug as she went to unpack her things. Vernon soon joined her and slumped down in the bed, snoring the minute his head hit the pillow.
Petunia found sleep tempting but first she wanted a shower and above all, some sweet release. After growing used to receiving pleasure on a daily basis, often several times, the lack of it had left her feeling needy. Stepping into the freaks room she saw him bolt up from the bed and stand at attention.
Pointing her finger at the bed he almost jumped in, laying on his back and awaiting her approach. She found his eagerness surprising not to mention a large turn on, as she had barely climbed on top of him and lowered her pussy to his lips when she felt him practically feast on her shaved lips.
"Mmm that's very good freak, have you missed me?"
He nodded while continuing to lick deep into her hole, sending small shudders through her hips.
"It would seem having Marge around has given you some perspective on things and has taught you to appreciate what I do for you, isn't that right?"
She saw him nod vigorously again, not stopping his work at any point. Petunia quickly decided she had gained another stick to threaten him with and added,
"That's good, I was worried that your behavior might be slipping and I would be forced to send you to Marge's for the summer for some additional disciplining."
Now there was no chance she would do that, as missing out on this pleasure would be torture but the freak didn't need to know that. The threat worked much better than she expected though, as Harry went as pale as a ghost while stuttering out promises that he would do everything he was told.
"Good good, calm down, do as you're told and there will be no need for that. Now get back to work."
Harry dived back in with even more vigor, the thought of spending the entire summer with Marge terrified him to no end. Lapping at Aunt Petunia's pussy he was surprised she even tasted better than he remembered, probably because of all the service he had to give Aunt Marge.
His increased efforts combined with Petunia's increased need made her come quickly, flooding his mouth. He drank her usual follow up with practiced ease and gladly licked her clean.
In a rare show of physical contact, Petunia ruffled his hair as she stood up, whatever Marge had done she had just made the freak far more compliant.
After that the following year passed with quiet routine, Harry making sure to be on his best behavior and Petunia delighting in his perfect obedience. September soon arrived however and it was time for Harry to start St. Gregory's Primary School with his cousin Dudley.
Elsewhere in the country a witch was preparing for Harry's first day of school as well, Andromeda Tonks carefully adjusted her skirt suit while checking her muggle appearance in the mirror.
She had the haughty regal look typical of a Black woman, often told she resembled her sister Bellatrix in many ways, except for having brown hair and softer eyes.
A comparison she could personally do without knowing, considering her sisters mental state. Still, she was confident in her looks, being a witch, she looked like she was still in her thirties.
Dumbledore had approached her two months ago, worried about Harry Potter spending so much time away from the protection of his home, or more specifically, the wards covering his home.
She was an obvious pick for an undercover bodyguard, her marriage to a muggleborn made her comfortable in the muggle world and her upbringing in the Black family made her a formidable dueller.
It was also an assignment lasting several years which meant he couldn't simply ask an auror to do it.
Thus, he placed his trust in the woman exiled from the infamous Black family, hoping her open views about muggleborns would help influence Harry as well.
She would indeed influence Harry, just not in the way Dumbledore had envisioned.