A/N: Hope that you're enjoying the new and improved Snape's Revenge..... I've got to think up a better title.... *thinks* meh..... I'll letcha know later.......

Disclaimer: Nope... still don't own it.... do own Liz tho..... wish I owned Sirius.... and Remus, of course.....but.... I DON'T! *runs away crying*



Ch. 2 - Gone for good



Harry sent Hedwig as soon as he could, and within two days, Sirius' reply came. I'll come for you on the Friday the 5th and then we can go on to Diagon Alley. For the next few days, Harry was on cloud nine. But the Dursleys broke up that good mood.

"Petunia," Uncle Vernon said, "Don't forget that Marge is coming to stay with us on Thursday?"

"W-w-what?" Harry stammered. "Not again."

"Yes," Uncle Vernon sneered, "again. And no funny stuff, you hear boy? I don't want a repeat of the last time she was here."

The previous time that Aunt Marge was over, Harry had "blown" her up like a balloon. Harry had gotten so scared that he thought that he was going to be expelled from Hogwarts for using magic that he ran away since underage wizards were not allowed to use magic over the holidays. The Ministry of Magic had to pop her and do a few minor memory adjustments. Surprisingly, at least to Harry, he was not expelled because at the time, Sirius Black was on the loose and was thought to be after Harry. They were just grateful that Harry wasn't dead.

"I'm not pretending to go to St. Brutus's again, if that's what you're thinking, " Harry said defiantly.

"Oh yes you will, Boy!" Uncle Vernon said, his face turning a darker shade of purple, if that's possible.

"My Godfather won't let you."

"Oh, and what is this Godfather of your's going to do? Huh? Turn us into toads? Do as I say or it'll be the cupboard again. I'll not have you talk of your . . . abnormality or Godfather in this household. Do you understand?" Uncle Vernon's teeth were bared and a vein was throbbing in his temple.

Harry knew that he was facing defeat. "Yes, Uncle Vernon."

"Good." Uncle Vernon smiled maliciously. "Now get out of my sight."

Harry trudged up the blue carpeted stairs to his bedroom where he began to clean up his room of his school supplies. Thursday came faster than Harry would have liked.

As Uncle Vernon was about to leave, he turned to look at Harry, who had a very small smile on his face. (He was standing at the foot of the stairs)

"What the bloody hell do you think you're smiling at, boy?"

"Nothing," Harry said. Except the thought that Sirius is going to break up this little 'family' gathering, he thought. "Don't forget I'm leaving tomorrow."

"What? What do you mean . . .? Whatever boy. I have no time for idle chatter. I'm leaving!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "Dudley, would you like to come with me?"

Dudley just waved his hand good-bye, keeping his eyes glued to the television.

* * *

A few hours later, Uncle Vernon came home with Marge and her bulldog, Ripper (who began to growl at Harry as soon as he was within sight).

"Why hello, Marge," Aunt Petunia said, embracing the large woman.

"Hello, Petunia. Where's my Dudders?"

Dudley walked up to Marge and she engulfed him in an enormous hug. When they pulled away, he had a 20-pound note in his pudgy hand.

Then Marge turned her eyes to Harry. "Still here? I'm surprised that they haven't kicked you out yet. It's very kind of them to keep you in their house."

Harry wasn't sure if he could keep his cool after what she continued to say to him. He began to block out most of what she was saying . . . hearing only bits and pieces of it.

"Ungrateful child . . . . runty, if you ask me. . . . . Not your fault, dear . . . . can't hold a candle to my Dudders. . . ."

"Boy," Uncle Vernon said. "BOY!"

Harry's attention snapped back.

"Take Marge's things into the guest room. And then . . . ,"Uncle Vernon tried to be as nice as possible as he cleared his throat, "meet us in the kitchen for a nice family meal," he said.

Harry cocked his left eyebrow then shook his head. The Dursleys never ceased to amaze him. Reluctantly, he made his way up the stairs, dragging the large, heavy suitcase. As he passed his room, he saw a small tiger striped cat sitting on his bed.

Liz? Harry thought, starring at the cat's emerald green eyes. The cat meowed softly.

"You can't stay here, Liz. Aunt Marge is here with her dog, Ripper. He doesn't take to kindly to people like us, " Harry said.

Suddenly, with a small pop, Liz was back in her human form. She was only about 5'3" and slender. Her shoulder length red hair was tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of Nike gym shoes, faded jeans and a red shirt with a dragon on it.

"What?" she said, she green eyes sparkling with a amusement. "Do you think I'm scared of a dog? I've been around bigger things than a dog, remember? Horses, dragons, werewolves, obsessed Quidditch players . . . just to name a few."

"Ok, ok," Harry said, laughing. "I get the point. Right now instead of us talking, why don't you help me with Aunt Marge's things? She likes to pack heavily, as you can see."

"Sure, why not. I have nothing better to do anyway," Liz said, heaving the suitcase along with Harry. "Geez! What did she pack? Everything but the kitchen sink?"

"Nah," Harry said. "I think it's just stuff to hurt us with. Remember, she doesn't like our family. But I do think that the kitchen sink is in there somewhere."

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I know."

When they reached the room, they threw the case onto the bed. . . . with much difficulty.

"Don't forget that Sirius is coming tomorrow,"Harry said, sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, I know. So is there anyway that we can scare them? I mean are they easily scared?"

"Yeah . . . use the word 'magic' and they freak out," Harry said. "Why?"

"Just wondering . . ." Liz said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Harry caught on and motioned her to follow him downstairs. "I've got the perfect way to scare them . . ."

Harry whispered in her ear his plan. She nodded in agreement and followed Harry downstairs to the kitchen for dinner. When they reached the kitchen, Harry cleared his throat. The four of them looked up at the sound to see not one but two people standing in the doorway.

"Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon," he said, "this is my sister, Liz, from America."

"What?!" Uncle Vernon said. "You haven't got a sister!"

"You mean those people he calls parents had two children?" Marge said at the same time.

No one could hear Aunt Petunia because she was swearing under her breath and Dudley was staring wide-eyed at Liz.

"Hello,"Liz said politely.

Aunt Petunia fainted. Marge fell off her chair with a loud thud to the floor. Dudley ran, screaming like a girl.

"Get OUT!" Uncle Vernon yelled, his face an ugly shade of magenta.

"Don't worry,"Harry said. "We're leaving in the morning. But right now, we're going to bed. C'mon Liz."

When they arrived in Harry's room, Liz turned back into a cat and both fell into a dreamless sleep.

* * *

The next afternoon was nerve racking for Harry. He sat there for hours just talking to Liz and receiving strange looks from Aunt Marge. Finally there was a knock at the door.

It must be Sirius! Harry thought.

Harry ran to the front door, trying to be the first one to the door, but Uncle Vernon beat him there.

"Hello," Sirius said, "Is Harry and Liz Potter here? I was told that they live at No. 4 Privet Dr."

"N-no, they . . ." Uncle Vernon tried to say, but Sirius interrupted him.

"Harry! Liz!" Sirius shouted. Harry and Liz had just appeared around the corner when Aunt Petunia walked in.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" she shouted.

In a calm voice, Sirius replied, "I am Sirius Black, Harry and Liz's godfather, and I am here to take them home." Sirius tried very hard not to laugh at Aunt Petunia's look of shock.

"S-S-Sirius B-B-Black?" Aunt Petunia stammered, sounding like a snake. "Y- y - you're Harry's godfather?" At that precise moment she fainted to the floor.

"Get out of my house!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

But at that same moment, Sirius whipped out his wand and said, "I will not until my god children are ready to go. Ready yet, Harry? Liz?"

"One more minute. I just have to get Hedwig." Harry said, hearing Hedwig screech in the background. Two minutes later, the three of them were off in Sirius new car, a black Impala. Harry never even bothered looking back.

"That godforsaken hell-hole will never be missed," Liz said.

The three of them just laughed as they drove away.