Title: Letter From the Aunt
Author: Tarun Behl
Email: P0729@dbzmail.com
Summary: Read last chapter at the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters so don't think of trying anything against me.
***
Harry gasped as he read the letter that Dudley had just given to him. It had been one of his worst nightmares come true. Harry didn't even think that Dudley knew about this. He thought that he and Dudley were going to be the only two in the house, but when Uncle Vernon had thought that Harry was performing spells on Dudley, he probably thought that someone should come just in case anything would happen. "I can't believe this." Harry muttered.
"Aunt Marge is coming today," Dudley added. The letter said what it said, and it struck disaster. This is what it said.
"Dear Harry and Dudley,
I know I should have told you this earlier, but your Aunt Marge is coming to take care of you today. I hope she takes could care of you son, and she would teach that boy some manners. Your mother and I just feared that the boy would probably put some magic on you like he did before, so we asked Aunt Marge to come over. Hope you are fine.
From,
Uncle Vernon
"I must be dreaming," Harry muttered.
"Your not, so face reality," Dudley laughed. "What is wrong with you, Aunt Marge is always nice."
"Maybe to you!" snapped Harry. "But to me she treats me like trash."
"Why don't you just go to Hogwarts like you did before?"
"That is a great idea, does the letter say when she is coming?"
"Let me see," said Dudley. He reread the letter to find any information of the sort. "Hey look, there is a P.S. It says, Aunt Marge will be here at 3:00."
"What time is it now?"
"It is 2:59, maybe she is a little late."
Then, as if right on cue, they both heard Aunt Marge's voice on the driveway. She knocked on the door, so they won't go in a temper tantrum, Dudley opened the door. He was engulfed by a large hug from his aunt. "How is my sweet Dudley -cums?" she said, nearly squeezing him half to death. Vernon and Petunia told me that you were getting into some trouble," then she turned to Harry and said, "from you." "I still knew that you were a no body Potter. You may have ran away from me last time but not this time." Harry could feel a lump in his throught. She ignored Harry and gave Dudley a small, toy jet. "Take this you wonderful boy you, don't bother it with that Potter boy, he will get jealous. If he is getting into any trouble then just call me, you don't have to be afraid understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Marge," Dudley responded.
"Both of you go upstairs, now!" she shouted mainly to Harry. The two boys did as they were told and went upstairs to their rooms.
This was one of the worst days ever for Harrry. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were enough, but with Aunt Marge there, is was hell in one little package. She took care and loved Dudley enough for Harry to be sick to his stomach. She even once saw his wand when he was doing his homework on Charms. Of course, she would go and investigate what he was doing. "What are you doing boy?" she asked. "What is with that wand, think you are a magician?"
"Yes, Aunt Marge," Harry said since he didn't want Aunt Marge to find out what he really was.
"Well you don't deserve this, I don't know why Vernon and Petunia let you have these things, their are not used for those who lack in their mind. I am keeping this with me you will not have it till Vernon and Petunia come back," she laughed.
Harry knocked his head down on the floor in disbelief at what had just happened. How was he going to do his homework if he didn't have his wand. He even remembered that he still had Snape's homework to do, and he would just love to give Harry detention. He couldn't borrow Ron or Hermonies's wand either because the wand chooses the person, so he couldn't use theirs. Lucky for him, Dudley came in the room and said, "Harry, why do you look so glum?"
"Aunt Marge took away my wand," Harry replied.
"Do you know where it is?"
"No."
"Alright, I will go and ask her, maybe I can find out," Dudley said.
Dudley went down stairs and saw Aunt Marge with Harry's wand in her hand. "I wonder what a stupid boy like him does with something like this," she muttered. Then she turned her head ans saw Dudley. "Dudley, what are you doing here?"
"I came to get something to eat Aunt Marge, can I have something to eat?"
"Sure you can Dudley," Aunt Marge said.
"What is that in your hand?" he asked.
"Something that cousin of yours had. I have no idea why someone as stupid as him would have something like this?" she muttered as she threw it down.
"Can I have it?"
"Of course, Dudley. Just don't give it to him or he might get jealous," she laughed.
Dudley also laughed so Aunt Marge wouldn't suspect anything about him and Harry. He laughed with Aunt Marge like a servent following his mistress. He took the wand and went upstairs, Harry was there. He gave him the wand and told him to hide it from Aunt Marge.
Harry had no time to hide it because it was almost the start of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary. He started to work on Professer Snape's homework for Potions. What he did not know, was that someone was at the door. Harry didn't know who it was. Thinking it was a Death Easter, he shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Then, in a flash, Aunt Marge was floating in the air and shouting to be put down. Harry had no other choice so he took out his wand again and pulled her to the floor.
Aunt Marge was surprised at this and said to Harry, "How did you do that boy?"
Harry was stuck at a point in which he did not know how to get out of. He would rather face Voldermort that be stuck with his Aunt... or his other relatives. Aunt Marge was looking at him very angry and still waiting for an answer from Harry. "I am not sure," he lied.
"Don't lie to me boy!" she shouted. "I saw you take out your wand and shouted something I could not remember, so what did you do?" She then turned to his homework and said, "What is that you are working on? Charms, what kind of subject is that?" She then thought for a while and then she said, "It might be your homwork from St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. Maybe I should destroy this just to get you hit with the cain a little more?" she laughed.
Harry had no other choice so before she grabbed Harry's homework, he yelled, "Finite Incantatem!" which made her stop in her tracks. Then, before she could say another word, he said again, "Obliviate!" She soon did not remember what she was doing in Harry's room. He replied to her by saying, "I was about to leave and you were guiding me out the door, don't you remember?"
"Funny," she said. "I don't remember anything like that at all?"
"I will see you downstairs, I have to pack my stuff if you don't mind," Harry said.
"Go ahead," she said. Then she left downstairs.
Harry packed up his things in his suitcase along with his Firebolt. He grabbed Hedwig's cage and went downstairs. He glanced at the clock which read 9:00. 'It is pretty late' Harry thought. He then said by to Dudley and Aunt Marge. He picked up his stuff and went out the door. He stood on the road waiting, but for what?
Next: Harry goes on a visit to Sirus Black along the Knight Bus.
Contest
This a contest for those who can draw. I thought of this contest when a person had sent me a picture. I, so far, have 1 picture which is on my biography. I need more so please send them in.
Anyone can draw for this story or any other of mine. Freedom of
Thought (is that right?) is what I believe in so you can show me when you read my
stories what does it look like in your head. All the winners who send in pictures can
play a part in my stories. And, (if you are an author) I will put you up on my favorite
authors list.
This is due on September 4th
Author: Tarun Behl
Email: P0729@dbzmail.com
Summary: Read last chapter at the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters so don't think of trying anything against me.
***
Harry gasped as he read the letter that Dudley had just given to him. It had been one of his worst nightmares come true. Harry didn't even think that Dudley knew about this. He thought that he and Dudley were going to be the only two in the house, but when Uncle Vernon had thought that Harry was performing spells on Dudley, he probably thought that someone should come just in case anything would happen. "I can't believe this." Harry muttered.
"Aunt Marge is coming today," Dudley added. The letter said what it said, and it struck disaster. This is what it said.
"Dear Harry and Dudley,
I know I should have told you this earlier, but your Aunt Marge is coming to take care of you today. I hope she takes could care of you son, and she would teach that boy some manners. Your mother and I just feared that the boy would probably put some magic on you like he did before, so we asked Aunt Marge to come over. Hope you are fine.
From,
Uncle Vernon
"I must be dreaming," Harry muttered.
"Your not, so face reality," Dudley laughed. "What is wrong with you, Aunt Marge is always nice."
"Maybe to you!" snapped Harry. "But to me she treats me like trash."
"Why don't you just go to Hogwarts like you did before?"
"That is a great idea, does the letter say when she is coming?"
"Let me see," said Dudley. He reread the letter to find any information of the sort. "Hey look, there is a P.S. It says, Aunt Marge will be here at 3:00."
"What time is it now?"
"It is 2:59, maybe she is a little late."
Then, as if right on cue, they both heard Aunt Marge's voice on the driveway. She knocked on the door, so they won't go in a temper tantrum, Dudley opened the door. He was engulfed by a large hug from his aunt. "How is my sweet Dudley -cums?" she said, nearly squeezing him half to death. Vernon and Petunia told me that you were getting into some trouble," then she turned to Harry and said, "from you." "I still knew that you were a no body Potter. You may have ran away from me last time but not this time." Harry could feel a lump in his throught. She ignored Harry and gave Dudley a small, toy jet. "Take this you wonderful boy you, don't bother it with that Potter boy, he will get jealous. If he is getting into any trouble then just call me, you don't have to be afraid understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Marge," Dudley responded.
"Both of you go upstairs, now!" she shouted mainly to Harry. The two boys did as they were told and went upstairs to their rooms.
This was one of the worst days ever for Harrry. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were enough, but with Aunt Marge there, is was hell in one little package. She took care and loved Dudley enough for Harry to be sick to his stomach. She even once saw his wand when he was doing his homework on Charms. Of course, she would go and investigate what he was doing. "What are you doing boy?" she asked. "What is with that wand, think you are a magician?"
"Yes, Aunt Marge," Harry said since he didn't want Aunt Marge to find out what he really was.
"Well you don't deserve this, I don't know why Vernon and Petunia let you have these things, their are not used for those who lack in their mind. I am keeping this with me you will not have it till Vernon and Petunia come back," she laughed.
Harry knocked his head down on the floor in disbelief at what had just happened. How was he going to do his homework if he didn't have his wand. He even remembered that he still had Snape's homework to do, and he would just love to give Harry detention. He couldn't borrow Ron or Hermonies's wand either because the wand chooses the person, so he couldn't use theirs. Lucky for him, Dudley came in the room and said, "Harry, why do you look so glum?"
"Aunt Marge took away my wand," Harry replied.
"Do you know where it is?"
"No."
"Alright, I will go and ask her, maybe I can find out," Dudley said.
Dudley went down stairs and saw Aunt Marge with Harry's wand in her hand. "I wonder what a stupid boy like him does with something like this," she muttered. Then she turned her head ans saw Dudley. "Dudley, what are you doing here?"
"I came to get something to eat Aunt Marge, can I have something to eat?"
"Sure you can Dudley," Aunt Marge said.
"What is that in your hand?" he asked.
"Something that cousin of yours had. I have no idea why someone as stupid as him would have something like this?" she muttered as she threw it down.
"Can I have it?"
"Of course, Dudley. Just don't give it to him or he might get jealous," she laughed.
Dudley also laughed so Aunt Marge wouldn't suspect anything about him and Harry. He laughed with Aunt Marge like a servent following his mistress. He took the wand and went upstairs, Harry was there. He gave him the wand and told him to hide it from Aunt Marge.
Harry had no time to hide it because it was almost the start of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary. He started to work on Professer Snape's homework for Potions. What he did not know, was that someone was at the door. Harry didn't know who it was. Thinking it was a Death Easter, he shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Then, in a flash, Aunt Marge was floating in the air and shouting to be put down. Harry had no other choice so he took out his wand again and pulled her to the floor.
Aunt Marge was surprised at this and said to Harry, "How did you do that boy?"
Harry was stuck at a point in which he did not know how to get out of. He would rather face Voldermort that be stuck with his Aunt... or his other relatives. Aunt Marge was looking at him very angry and still waiting for an answer from Harry. "I am not sure," he lied.
"Don't lie to me boy!" she shouted. "I saw you take out your wand and shouted something I could not remember, so what did you do?" She then turned to his homework and said, "What is that you are working on? Charms, what kind of subject is that?" She then thought for a while and then she said, "It might be your homwork from St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. Maybe I should destroy this just to get you hit with the cain a little more?" she laughed.
Harry had no other choice so before she grabbed Harry's homework, he yelled, "Finite Incantatem!" which made her stop in her tracks. Then, before she could say another word, he said again, "Obliviate!" She soon did not remember what she was doing in Harry's room. He replied to her by saying, "I was about to leave and you were guiding me out the door, don't you remember?"
"Funny," she said. "I don't remember anything like that at all?"
"I will see you downstairs, I have to pack my stuff if you don't mind," Harry said.
"Go ahead," she said. Then she left downstairs.
Harry packed up his things in his suitcase along with his Firebolt. He grabbed Hedwig's cage and went downstairs. He glanced at the clock which read 9:00. 'It is pretty late' Harry thought. He then said by to Dudley and Aunt Marge. He picked up his stuff and went out the door. He stood on the road waiting, but for what?
Next: Harry goes on a visit to Sirus Black along the Knight Bus.
Contest
This a contest for those who can draw. I thought of this contest when a person had sent me a picture. I, so far, have 1 picture which is on my biography. I need more so please send them in.
Anyone can draw for this story or any other of mine. Freedom of
Thought (is that right?) is what I believe in so you can show me when you read my
stories what does it look like in your head. All the winners who send in pictures can
play a part in my stories. And, (if you are an author) I will put you up on my favorite
authors list.
This is due on September 4th