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People have asked me for a Disclaimer for this story and here it is…But I still won't post much of the Harry Potter books then necessary. I will rather be safe so that it doesn't get taken down.

And we continue…


As Harry locked himself in his room, Sirius was on the verge of having a panic attack. Remus was looking at him with a concerned look on his face. -" You have to relax; it won't do you any good to make yourself ill."

"I don't want him to think his dad…James was..."

"James was a bastard, just like you and me. We didn't give a shit how many rules we broke, you were proud that you didn't care about anything. Now, don't tell me we were good. James wasn't a saint, don't be one of those people that makes him one just because he's dead"—Remus told him calmly

Sirius glared at him, stood up and laughed. With that crazy laugh that characterized him.

"YOU, how dare you say that to me. YOU didn't see him lying on the floor; YOU didn't hear Harry crying while his mother's body was right in front of him lifeless. YOU..."

Those words hurt Remus, but it was time for this to end—"I wasn't there, yes I know. We already had this fight, Sirius. YOU WEREN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO LOST FAMILY THAT DAY!"

—Remus took a deep breath—"But they are dead. It's time for you to accept it Siri, it fucking hurts, but Alastor's words keep echoing in my head. Who knows how many of us live to see the end. It doesn't scare you a bit that Harry is in the middle of all that. Harry needs people he can trust, people that tell him the truth; he's been living with crumbs of who were his parents. You, who knew them, better than anyone, are going to tell him the made up perfected image of them?"

Sirius didn't know what to say, he just sat down on the couch and started crying. He was exhausted of pretending he was OK, he didn't know when his mind had left him again, and he had been better on the run.

Remus sighed and sat down next to him, to be honest he didn't know what else to do, he knew that sooner or later many of them were going to reach their breaking points with these books. He was sure his turn would come next, when everyone found out what he was.

"Memories"—Sirius said, taking big gulps of air. Remus handed him some tissue to wipe his nose. –"We can give him memories, from his parents, show him the good times. I don't have many, Dumbledore told me that there are memories that may never come back, but over time I've been remembering more. We can ask Minerva, Hagrid for some, the good times and the bad."

"It would be a good idea, also going to Potter Manor; I don't remember what's there."

"James never went back, no point, Monty and Ephie died in St. Mungo's, he closed it down after the funeral. I don't know what they left in the vaults, either. What happened to Godric's things?"

"The house was made a historic monument, but a lot of things were put in the vaults. Harry's room couldn't be saved, the explosion destroyed almost everything."

The two of them sat in silence, neither wanting to come out and talk to the rest of the house. Sirius was about to call Kreacher to find out what Harry was doing when the door opened and said boy walked into the study. The two adults sat up straight and noticed that the boy's eyes were red. He had been crying.

Harry sat down across from them. He opened his mouth several times but couldn't say anything. Expressing himself wasn't something he often did, and he was having a hard time, but he remembered what Ginny told him.

"I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed because, with the Dursley's, I'm Snape. I'm the one who gets tormented, when I was little it was 3 or 4 against me. I never thought my dad was one of those boys. When I left the room, I left angry, but Ginny made me see that it could be me, that I'm projecting my insecurity in your actions. But while I could never defend myself or rather never found a way to defend myself, Snape could, and I'm sure he would also be cruel in his revenge." —Harry looked at them and they both nodded, afraid to speak and that it would scare Harry. They both knew this was difficult for the boy.

"I've had this image of my parents being perfect for years, and it hurts me to know that it's not like that, that I created this image and that I really have no idea who they were"—Harry continued with a thick voice.

Sirius let out a shaky breath.—"They were people, they had defects. James wasn't perfect, yes our brother was brilliant, but he was also arrogant and spoiled. Lily was noble, humble, but she was also pretentious, she had moments of self-importance that left a sour taste in people's mouth. She was not the reincarnation of goodness, as many people believe."

Harry turned to see the two men—"I don't think badly of Dad, as I said, all of you are my family, and even if Snape continues to speak ill of him, I will continue to defend him because I know that he wanted to change, that he changed."

Both smiled sadly at him.

"Sirius, I have an idea why Snape hates you. I remember you talked about it at the shrieking shack. I just want you to answer me something. Did you want to kill him?"

Remus's eyes widened, and he looked back at Sirius.

"No"—He said. — "I don't care for him, but I didn't want to kill him, He thinks it was a joke but most of the things I said to him, I didn't even know I was saying them, I was angry and sometimes my anger takes the best of me, not my best feature, Snape paid the price of another fight. Obviously I didn't know the idiot was going to feel like a hero and go down the secret passage, once I realize what I have done, I went for Dumbledore."

"What I don't understand is that. If he knew there was a chance of running into a werewolf, why would he go?"

Remus was the one who answered. — "Because he wanted to win. He was angry because, according to him, it was our fault that his friendship with Lily was broken. So he was going to destroy ours. We don't know if he was going with the intention of capturing me, seeing me to have evidence or killing me, we only know that he decided to go"

Harry nodded. He took a breath. Neither knew what to do or what to say.

"Well, this is awkward"— said Harry.

Both men laughed.

"Just a Little"

Harry knew he had many more questions, but he wanted to ease the attention – "Can you tell me what my grandparents were like?"

Sirius and Remus both smiled at the memory. They agreed and shared the rest of the afternoon until dinner arrived.

They were called in for Dinner, Sirius running into Ginny; he gave her a quick hug and thanked her.

—"You're welcome, he's never had a family meeting before, as much as mom tries to include him. It was new for him"—She said, making Sirius chuckled.

Dinner was a gloomy affair, apparently Harry and the Marauders hadn't been the only ones that had spoken.

Amelia had spent most of her afternoon with Mad-eye and Arthur, discussing Lucius Malfoy and others suppose crimes inside the ministry. The Hogwarts teacher, had spent most of their afternoon, discussing the situation between the students, Minerva had pressed on that Dumbledore had to do something about the security around the castle and Snape; ending in Snape angrily raising his voice at McGonagall for the first time, none had managed anything, other that the school needed better control.

"Did you find something in the library?"—Sirius voiced through the silence.

"Not much, the tomes in Soul magic or extensive, for now we are only separating the books."

Sirius nodded. They went back into silence.

Nobody knew what to say, there was a tension in the air.

"Oh for Merlin, we can't always be like this. Nobody likes what we're reading, but we're reading it for a reason. It's uncomfortable, yes, but staying silent again doesn't help anyone. How the hell are we going to change things if you're all afraid to admit you were wrong? Come on Remus say something"

Remus looked at Tonks as if she had lost her mind, and answered as if he were a teenager being accused of something.— "Why me?"

She pursed her lips. — "I don't know, you're in front of me I thought you had something smart to say, I was wrong. Any volunteers?"

Luna was the one who spoke—"If you go back down to the chamber, can I go? I'd like to see what's left of the basilisk."

Tonks smiled at the girl.

"Oh, it's obvious that we have to go, we have to make sure there is nothing else down there that could try to get out"

"Oh, now you have something to say"

Remus tossed a pea at Tonks

Alastor rolled his eyes at how obvious Nymphadora was being. – "If there are more basilisks we have to get rid of them, maybe the chamber connects with other parts of the castle."

"Do you think there might be some historical treasure" –Neville said— "His portrait, books stuff like that?"

Several nodded, but it was Dumbledore who spoke—" The portraits of the founders are confirmed to exist, but they were lost many years ago".

Amelia cleared her throat—"Harry is the owner of the creature by law of victory. If there are still salvageable things, the poison, the skin, the fangs is a lot of money"

Harry frowned, looking at the Weasley's.— "wouldn't we have to explain where it came from?"

"Yes, but we'll have to do it anyway"—Minerva said—"If we're going to go down there it's because that part of the castle well be left open, we can't have something that big and not use it, it can serve as a training ground for those who wish to be Aurors or add a new class"

"What about the parselmouth?"

"It's not much different than a Ward, we'd have to disable it. But I'm sure Professor McGonagall was referring to remodelling the entire bathroom"—Fleur was saying.

"That's right, the bathroom would cease to exist, and we aren't going to throw ourselves into the abyss. Certain things would have to be modified."

They continued talking about the renovations that could be done, Kingsley saying that something also had to be done with Binns, -"I don't remember Hogwarts being like this"

Ted spoke up. — "Our only bad class was defence because there were different teachers, but Binns is worse than I remember."

"And you only read in passing how the class is, it's impossible to keep your eyes open."

"Wait until we read about divination"

Andromeda spoke—"With all due respect to the professors, but the Hogwarts curriculum must change, I remember telling sprout that when Nymphadora was at school."

"It is impossible to make many changes, but I have wanted to add several electives that have not been possible for me."

"Such us?"

"The duelling club was a good idea, also Transfiguration training, it was a class we had when I was a student. The reason I became an Animagus, not everyone can accomplish it, obviously, but it helps you connect with your magic."

Dumbledore sat in silence. It was true that there were classes the school had removed for reasons of wars, and social changes in the magical world. It was probably time to find a balance between both worlds, but how to do it without offending both.

After dessert, everyone got up and went about their business.

Harry, Remus, and Sirius asked to speak to Andromeda.

Once they explained what they wanted, she nodded, and she started scanning Harry right away.

"Come on, Andy, how bad is the boy?"—Harry gave his godfather a glare.

"Bad and not so bad. We still have time to fix it. You are not severely malnourished, which means that you eat well, your muscles are strong even if they are somewhat stunted in growth. Unfortunately, your eyesight is horrible, you can fix it, but until you're 21, that's when you officially stop growing. "

"So I still have hope."

"Yes, although I don't remember if James was tall"—Andy said

"Two centimetres taller than me"—Sirius was saying—" he never stopped reminding me. 187 cm. I'm 185 cm and Remus here is..."

"193 cm"

Harry stick his tongue out

Andy laughed. –"Well, Harry is 167 cm, which is the average height for fourteen. So don't worry about it Harry, you'll grow."

"Maybe not, his mom was that tall" –Sirius said to his godson.

He rolled his eyes.-"You'll see I won't, I'll be taller than you"

Sirius snorted. — "What else, Andy"

"I'm worried about the muscles. There are several broken bones that have been mended several times, they're fine, Pomfrey fixed it, but I'd like him to take calcium potions and various vitamins."

"I thought that was just for Muggles."

"We are wizards, Harry, not aliens. We don't break easily, and we live longer, but our bodies are similar. There are several medicines that obviously Muggles can't take because it is our magic that counterbalances them, but the basics of anatomy remains."

Harry nodded. "Sounds complicated,"—he turned to look at the two men—"Don't expect me to be a healer"

Remus shook his head –"Would Sirius' potions help him?"

"No, those are too strong, but we can make other ones."

Harry made a face

"Don't worry, Harry, they're pretty basic and I've been looking at the things we have. Molly and I have been doing an inventory to see if we'll have enough food, we have all the ingredients for the potions. I'll talk to Snape; from healer to master of Potions, he has a duty. He will not bother you."

Once Andy went in search of Snape, the three of them decided to go see what the others were doing.

Harry found Ron and Neville playing chess in the living room, and the others went to the library to help.

One by one, they said goodbye to go to sleep. Until Molly told those in the library that the books would still be there tomorrow.

Neville and Ron, along with Harry, started talking about what had happened that year. None of them knew when they fell asleep.

No one, sleep well that night, everyone had memories, doubts, and ideas that tormented them.

When they woke up, one by one on, they made their way to the kitchen, not very eager.

"Anyone else feels like we've been here for weeks?" — Neville said, sipping his pumpkin juice.

"We've received a lot of information all at once, and many are remembering. We'll get used to it as the days go by."

"Third year was the calmest I've had"—Harry said between bites. He grimaced when he drank his first potion, Snape had done them late at night.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other; Thinking Harry remembered some other year. Hermione was staring at the potion in his hand, but ask no questions.

"Isn't this the year, you were hunted by Dementors?"—Bill asked

"Yes." –

While they all walked down to the Ballroom, Hermione started getting nervous, she had broken magical laws. When they finally decided it was time to start, Dumbledore approached Hermione—"Miss Granger, do not worry, you were obeying my orders."

Hermione nodded, but she wasn't so sure. On the other side of her, Remus was also getting antsy; he didn't know what the letter in the third book would say. He knew that almost everyone in here knew he was a werewolf, except Augusta, the Tonks and Amelia. Though he was certain they had already figured it out.

Harry walked up to the table and picked the book

You have reached the third year. This year was arguably the calmest for Harry, though it is one of the most emotional ones; but that doesn't make it any less important.

This same year, the secrets of many people will be known, let's not judge. You were brought together because no one in this room is a threat.

Remember that.

Harry saw that there was a note for Remus. Which he extended and he grabbed it, swallowing hard. Tonks and Sirius figured out what it was.

Remus, your secret will be revealed, either you reveal it now or you wait for the book to do it, it's your choice but if you want advice, do it now, there will be less unnecessary questions. Do not worry, your Curse is in stasis; you will not transform inside the time bubble.

Remus looked around.

"Scared of a little paper Lupin"

"Shut the fuck up, Snape"—Tonks told him. Tonks leaned into Remus, he let her read

Harry had already smeared the book with blood and had gone to sit down, Augusta looked at Remus with suspicion, she already knew what his secret could be, but she didn't know if he was going to reveal it.

Andromeda was taken by surprise at how Nymphadora defended Remus and shook her head, she should've had seen it coming. She had expected for a son-in-law more closely in age to her daughter.

Sirius read the piece of paper and looked at his friend, trying to show him he had his full support.

Remus cleared his throat. He was used to people judging him, but that didn't make it easier.

"Well, I think everyone here knows, so I won't waste any more time. I'm a werewolf"—He tried hard not to flinch, and Dora grabbed his hand.

The Weasley's looked at him with a smile, Fleur narrowed her eyes it was obvious now that he said it, she looked at Remus and nodded. It didn't matter to her, he smiled back at her.

Sirius and Tonks were looking at everyone with narrowed eyes, waiting to defend their friend.

Amelia said she already knew and didn't care. Mad-eye had told her the morning he went to pick her up. You didn't bring the head of DMLE to a house with a werewolf without warning her.

Augusta said that she had already been suspecting it and that she just wanted to know what was being done for his transformation, that would be in a few days.

Remus handed her the letter and she nodded, saying that she had no problem as long as the necessary precautions were taken.

Dumbledore assured everyone that Snape was in charge of making the potion.

Remus didn't want to look at the Tonks, any hope of being a part of Tonks' life had just gone out the door, and he had seen it on Andromeda's face.

Ted said he didn't have a problem—"It doesn't change who you are, Remus. I'm sure you didn't choose it."

Andromeda nodded, she said that just as Augusta she had suspected it and that she knew she had nothing to fear, she smiled at him and Remus nodded gratefully relaxing in his chair. Though he knew that feeling of alertness wasn't going away, until they finished the third book.

Sirius, Nymphadora and Ted were the only ones who noticed that Andromeda's smile had not been entirely genuine. Dora and Sirius looked at each other, Tonks looked sad, but Sirius shook his head and pointed his eyes towards Remus.

Remus couldn't notice Andy's disapproval, or he would stay away from her, Dora understood and tried to relax.

"Let's start"—Amelia said

Sirius took a deep breath and Harry gave him a pat on the back.

CHAPTER ONE—Owl Post

He hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. Slowly and very carefully he unscrewed the ink bottle, dipped his quill into it, and began to write, pausing every now and then to listen, because if any of the Dursleys heard the scratching of his quill on their way to the bathroom, he'd probably find himself locked in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer

Harry sighed wearily, "We really are going to start with them in all the books." And then he remembered what Marge had said and shuddered.

McGonagall pursed her lips, if Harry had told her that he couldn't do homework in the summer, she might have been able to do something.

all because he'd received a telephone call from a fellow wizard one week into the school holiday.

Ron groaned in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Harry,"

"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I — WANT — TO — TALK — TO — HARRY — POTTER!"

Ron was yelling so loudly that Uncle Vernon jumped and held the receiver a foot away from his ear, staring at it with an expression of mingled fury and alarm.

"WHO IS THIS?" he roared in the direction of the mouthpiece. "WHO ARE YOU?"

"RON — WEASLEY!" Ron bellowed back, as though he and Uncle Vernon were speaking from opposite ends of a football field. "I'M — A — FRIEND — OF — HARRY'S — FROM — SCHOOL —"

Uncle Vernon's small eyes swivelled around to Harry, who was rooted to the spot.

Remus gave Ron a sad look.

"Really Ron"-Hermione told him, shaking her head.

Harry shrugged. "I didn't really think it either, the fact that I gave you the number was enough."

The fight that had followed had been one of the worst ever.

"HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE — PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"

Uncle Vernon had roared, spraying Harry with spit.

Sirius gripped the edge of the couch angrily. "Did he hit you?"

"No," Harry said, "he just yelled and swore at me, the normal stuff."

"None of that is normal"

" I know, let it go."

Sirius gave him a dirty look.

"Happy birthday Harry"-The twins said

Harry laughed. "Thanks."

She was the only living creature in this house who didn't flinch at the sight of him.

Harry lowered his eyes when he saw that many were still looking at him with pity.

Sirius inched closer to him.

"You didn't grow up much"-George told him

"Shut up, Andy says that I'll grow taller" -Harry said defending himself which caused several to laugh

"Is it me"-Dumbledore said curiously—"or the book is giving a little of everything we've already read."

Several nodded

"I think it's in case we read the out of order or if we don't receive all of them"

"But who else will read them?"

"Other versions of us," Remus said, "I don't think everyone this A.P. has helped read the books the way we are doing."

"I think it is rather the way they were created. It's obvious that they are my memories, right? did I give him permission? I gave him my memories? Did he use my blood? -Harry said, raising the finger that had been cut.

For a moment everyone was thinking of the different possibilities

"The truth doesn't matter, he has your memories, and we may never know exactly how he turned them into a book"

Harry nodded at Amelia's words, but it didn't calm him down.

Through the window soared three owls, two of them holding up the third, which appeared to be unconscious.Harry dashed to the bed, untied the cords around Errol's legs, took off the parcel, and then carried Errol to Hedwig's cage. Errol opened one bleary eye, gave a feeble hoot of thanks, and began to gulp some water. And discovered a present wrapped in gold and his first ever birthday card. Fingers trembling slightly, he opened the envelope.

"That owl is a danger to itself"

Molly scolded him—"he's old"

Bill added a new family owl to the long list of things that needed to be changed.

Harry looked at his hands in embarrassment; Sirius rolled his eyes and leaned closer to whisper to him. — "There's nothing wrong with getting excited, Harry, I used to when my friends gave me a present. You will see that this year we will celebrate your birthday in style, I promise."

Harry looked at him and nodded with a grin.

Harry scanned the moving photograph, and a grin spread across his face as he saw all nine of the Weasleys waving furiously at him,Harry couldn't think of anyone who deserved to win a large pile of gold more than the Weasleys, who were very nice and extremely poor.

Charlie laughed at Harry who was turning red—"Thanks mate"

"Sorry but…"

"It's the truth Harry, that gold helped us a lot."-Arthur told him—"but the bald part wasn't really necessary."

Harry smirked a bit.

Mum wouldn't let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of Muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff.

"Seriously?"— Hermione said astonished

Harry covered Sirius mouth.

"Yes,"— said Bill—"Curses of the ancient priests, Muggles think it's aliens who created the pyramids, but it was actually us. The first pharaohs were very connected to magic through their priests, even though the magic of that time was a little darker." –Bill finished saying, thinking that maybe he would find the answers to the diary in the Gringotts library, but he would have to say what he was looking for.

"I'd like to go back."— Ginny says,-" "Maybe this time they'll let me in."

Molly glared at her.

Harry — this is a Pocket Sneakoscope. If there's someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it's rubbish sold for wizard tourists and isn't reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn't realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup.

Fleur had laughed. –"Was the soup good?"— Bill rolled his eyes. –"actually, yes"

Ron said to his brother – "the Sneakoscope worked, but we never paid attention to it"

Dear Harry,

(…) but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet ago?(…)

Ron says he's going to be in London in the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? P.S. Ron says Percy's Head Boy. I'll bet Percy's really pleased. Ron doesn't seem too happy about it.

"Holidays are for having fun"
"Did you even have extra credit?"

"Perhaps he was jealous"

Bill and Charlie glared at Percy and he recoiled.
"I guarantee you Percy I was not. I was annoyed, the family would be happier of your accomplishments if you wouldn't rub it in our faces as if you were the only person to ever done them"

Percy gave Ron a nasty glare, but a small movement from Mad-eye kept him quiet.

"Wow, Hermione!" Harry whispered, unzipping the case to look inside.

There was a large jar of Fleetwood's High-Finish Handle Polish, a pair of gleaming silver TailTwig Clippers, a tiny brass compass to clip on your broom for long journeys, and a Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare.

"That is a good present"

"It sounds expensive"

"Hermione, are you rich?"

"I'm glad you liked it, Harry,"- the brunette said, ignoring Luna's comment.

Harry froze. He knew that Hagrid would never send him anything dangerous on purpose, but then, Hagrid didn't have a normal person's view of what was dangerous..

Harry just had time to register its handsome green cover, emblazoned with the golden title The Monster Book of Monsters, before it flipped onto its edge and scuttled sideways along the bed like some weird crab.

"Uh-oh," Harry muttered.(…) Harry got down on his hands and knees and reached toward it.

Hagrid smiled apologetically, I forgot to tell you how to calm him down.

It's a good book-Charlie said-if any of the new guys haven't read it, our boss makes them it has very good data on several animals."

Third years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign. Harry pulled out the Hogsmeade permission form and looked at it, no longer grinning. (…) how on earth was he going to persuade Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to sign the form?

Harry sighed, knowing how badly that week had gone for him. He looked at Sirius and Remus, they had already suffered several angers because of the Dursley's but even all these years his blood was still boiling over what Marge had said about his mother, he didn't want to know how everyone was going to react.

Chapter two—Aunt Marge's Big Mistake

Harry went down to breakfast the next morning to find the three Dursleys already sitting around the kitchen table.

"Out of sheer curiosity"-Amelia was saying- "Does your uncle have a good income? to keep that spoiled child"- She said it with a sheet of parchment ready. Harry was amazed at all the notes he was able to take.

"Um, my uncle is a partner of the company he works for, and I know that they export to places, they do have good income"

Molly pressed her lips together, they have money and her poor nephew living on scraps, she didn't know how Petunia Dursley could sleep at night. —"Five chins, that can't be healthy"

"He's already on a diet"

He helped himself to a piece of toast and then looked up at the reporter on the television, who was halfway through a report on an escaped convict.

Harry winced and leaned towards Sirius. "Sorry.

Sirius looked at him strangely -Why?

"I thought very ugly things about you this year; I just want you to be ready, that I don't think like that any more.

Sirius smiled at him unconcernedly. "I know"

"… the public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous.

Vernon, staring over the top of his newspaper at the prisoner. "Look at the state of him, the filthy layabout! Look at his hair!" He shot a nasty look sideways at Harry, whose untidy hair had always been a source of great annoyance to Uncle Vernon. The reporter had reappeared. "Hang on!" barked Uncle Vernon, staring furiously at the reporter. "You didn't tell us where that maniac's escaped from! What use is that? Lunatic could be coming up the street right now!"

Sirius laughed—"Look, he wasn't wrong."

"You were in Surrey" Amelia said perplexed

"Of course, I wanted to see Harry before I went to Hogwarts."

"But how did you know that Harry was there"

"Your Aurors are not very discreet, I ran into two who were talking about standing guard in Surrey, Fudge lives in London, so who else were they protecting? the truth, it was pure coincidence that we ran into each other."

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise. Amelia frowned at him, all the headache that Sirius had made her go through, and he was walking around England like nothing was happening.

Aunt Petunia, who was bony and horse-faced, whipped around and peered intently out of the kitchen window.

"Are you sure she looked out the window to spy and not because she recognized Sirius?"

"Did she know you well?"

"We saw her a total of three or four times, the last time was at the Evans' funeral."

Marge's train gets in at ten."

"Aunt Marge?" he blurted out. "Sh-she's not coming here, is she?"

Aunt Marge lived in the country, in a house with a large garden, where she bred bulldogs. but each of her visits stood out horribly vividly in Harry's mind.

At Dudley's fifth birthday party, Aunt Marge had whacked Harry around the shins with her walking stick to stop him from beating Dudley at musical statues. A few years later, she had turned up at Christmas with a computerized robot for Dudley and a box of dog biscuits for Harry. On her last visit, the year before Harry started at Hogwarts, Harry had accidentally trodden on the tail of her favourite dog. Ripper had chased Harry out into the garden and up a tree, and Aunt Marge had refused to call him off until past midnight.

"Everyone in that family is horrible."

"I hate dogs"

Sirius made a pained noise, like a dog being hit.

"No, not Padfoot, no." Harry quickly said

Remus laughed.

"Firstly," growled Uncle Vernon, "you'll keep a civil tongue in your head when you're talking to Marge."

"All right," said Harry bitterly, "if she does when she's talking to me."

"That's it, Harry, stand up for yourself."

"Secondly," said Uncle Vernon, acting as though he had not heard Harry's reply, "as Marge doesn't know anything about your abnormality, I don't want any — any funny stuff while she's here. You behave yourself, got me?"

"I will if she does," said Harry through gritted teeth.

"And thirdly," said Uncle Vernon, his mean little eyes now slits in his great purple face, "we've told Marge you attend St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys."

"The center of what?"

Hermione made a disgusted face. "It's like a correctional facility for minors with problems of all kinds."

Harry turned to look at her—"It really exists?"

Hermione laughed humourlessly, "Yes, Harry, it's around Dereham, but I don't think it's in good condition."

"Third years at Hog — at my school are allowed to visit the village sometimes," said Harry. "I need you to sign the permission form," said Harry in a rush.

"And why should I do that?" sneered Uncle Vernon.

"Well," said Harry, choosing his words carefully, "it'll be hard work, pretending to Aunt Marge I go to that St. Whatsits…"

"Blackmail, excellent Harry."

"You'll get the stuffing knocked out of you, won't you?" roared Uncle Vernon, advancing on Harry with his fist raised. But Harry stood his ground.

"That bastard"—Molly said

"You're growing up, Harry, said Ted. You're losing fear of him."

"But if you sign my permission form," Harry went on quickly, "I swear I'll remember where I'm supposed to go to school, and I'll act like a Mug — like I'm normal and everything."

"We all know how that ended"-Ron was saying.

" I tried to contain myself, but Marge is unpleasant"

"I don't think Hedwig wanted to leave you alone."

On the threshold stood Aunt Marge. She was very like Uncle Vernon: large, beefy, and purplefaced, she even had a mustache, though not as bushy as his. In one hand she held an enormous suitcase, and tucked under the other was an old and evil-tempered bulldog.

"Where's my Dudders?" roared Aunt Marge. "Where's my neffy poo?"

"I already hate her"

"Dudley has Sirius Health issues"—Luna said.

"You don't pay for love"—Arthur said disgusted, with this people.

"Tea isn't good for dogs"—Sirius said angrily

Ripper began to growl again as Harry sat down. This directed Aunt Marge's attention to Harry for the first time.

"So!" she barked. "Still here, are you?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Don't you say 'yes' in that ungrateful tone," Aunt Marge growled. "It's damn good of Vernon and Petunia to keep you. Wouldn't have done it myself. You'd have gone straight to an orphanage if you'd been dumped on my doorstep." Harry was bursting to say that he'd rather live in an orphanage than with the Dursleys, but the thought of the Hogsmeade form stopped him. He forced his face into a painful smile.

Dumbledore shuddered, memories of a little Tom came to him, and he didn't want to imagine what might have happened to Harry if that were the case, he looked at the boy something he hadn't allowed himself to do all these months, even though he hadn't grown up with love he grew up with values and a good head over his shoulders, he didn't like what he had done, but in times of war everyone had to do things they didn't want to.

"I think it would have been better for you," Neville said sadly. He had unpleasant uncles, but not in this way.

"I see," said Aunt Marge. "Do they use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy?" she barked across the table.

"Yes," said Harry. Then, feeling he might as well do the thing properly, he added, "All the time."

"A good thrashing is what's needed in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. Have you been beaten often?"

"Oh, yeah," said Harry, "loads of times."

"You're saying it with too much excitement"

"Heard the news this morning, Marge? What about that escaped prisoner, eh?"

She also kept throwing out dark hints about what made Harry such an unsatisfactory person.

"Oh shit"—Harry said

"Language!"—Minerva said narrowing her eyes. Harry gave her a nod but put his hand on Sirius shoulder. Sirius stared back at him.

"You mustn't blame yourself for the way the boy's turned out, Vernon," she said over lunch on the third day. "If there's something rotten on the inside, there's nothing anyone can do about it." Harry tried to concentrate on his food, but his hands shook and his face was starting to burn with anger. Remember the form, he told himself. Think about Hogsmeade. Don't say anything. Don't rise —

"If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll be something wrong with the pup —"

Sirius tensed. "How dare that woman to even…

Remus's eyes turned yellow. "She dared, how can it be possible…in front of his son."

Snape clenched his hands on the edge of the couch.

- "In front of her son? Her sister is sitting there in front of her, how can it be possible that she doesn't say anything, I would never let anyone talk about my sister that way "- Fleur said indignantly.

"No wonder you blow her up"

But Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were both looking at Harry suspiciously, so he decided he'd better skip dessert and escape from the table as soon as he could.

Outside in the hall, he leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. It had been a long time since he'd lost control and made something explode.

Harry let a breath out, never letting go of Sirius. He gave a point look at Remus who had to shake his head to calm down but his eyes were slowly changing back to normal.—"It took a lot on me not to snap at that moment. Sometimes I forget she's mom sister you know, because of moments like this."

Aunt Marge started voicing the opinion that he was mentally subnormal.(…) Aunt Petunia cooked a fancy dinner and Uncle Vernon uncorked several bottles of wine. Aunt Marge had already had quite a lot of wine. Her huge face was very red."This one's got a mean, runty look about him. You get that with dogs. I had Colonel Fubster drown one last year. Ratty little thing it was. Weak. Underbred." Bad blood will out. Now, I'm saying nothing against your family, Petunia" — she patted Aunt Petunia's bony hand with her shovellike one "but your sister was a bad egg. They turn up in the best families. Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result right in front of us."

Sirius went for his wand, Remus stiffened and with him so did Tonks. She was trying to tell him to control his breathing. Everyone had a look of disgust.

"This Potter," said Aunt Marge loudly, seizing the brandy bottle and splashing more into her glass and over the tablecloth, "you never told me what he did?"

"Of course they are tense; they know that everything she's saying is wrong"

"I really hope there's something after we die, so Petunia Dursley can face Mrs. Potter judgment"—Luna said earning a surprise look from Harry.

"Unemployed!"—Mad-eye barked—"He was to become one of my best Aurors. This woman is rubbish, once this is all over and you bring the Dursleys to Justice, make sure you get this one"—Alastor said to Sirius who nodded.

"A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who —"

"That's when I lost it"—Harry said to everyone.

Harry was shaking all over. He had never felt so angry in his life. Aunt Marge, holding up a hand, her tiny bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry's. "Go on, boy, go on. Proud of your parents, are you? They go and get themselves killed in a car crash (drunk, I expect) —"

"How dare she say such thing, when she's the one who is drunk"

She seemed to be swelling with inexpressible anger — but the swelling didn't stop. Her great red face started to expand, her tiny eyes bulged, and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech — next second, several buttons had just burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls — she was inflating like a monstrous balloon, her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband, each of her fingers blowing up like a salami…

"Oh shit you blow her like a balloon"—Charlie said—"Your anger must've been uncontrollable"

"I didn't realize I was doing it, I'm just glad I didn't kill her"—Harry said in a mute tone. The Aurors agreed, they had seen their share of dangerous accidental magic.

"COME BACK IN HERE!" he bellowed. "COME BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!"

But a reckless rage had come over Harry. He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon.

"She deserved it," Harry said, breathing very fast. "She deserved what she got. You keep away from me."

"I'm going," Harry said. "I've had enough."

"Mate, when we found out I didn't know that it had been this bad"—Ron said.

Harry shrugged—"I don't remember her being that bad, she was mean and vulgar but this time she was particularly cruel"

"It's because you were growing, she knew you understood more"

"What a horrible women, even more horrible is that Petunia allows this behavior"

They made a pause to use the loo.

Harry asked Remus if he was ok and he said yes. Harry saw him get a chocolate out of one of his pockets and started munching it.


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