Have I been sleeping my entire life?
A loud knocking woke Harry from his peaceful slumber. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his glasses and rushed down stairs. He used the peek hole in order to see who was outside.
"Aunt Marge?", he said in a defeated voice. First of all she was early and secondly did this mean that the Dursleys were going to start treating him like dirt again?
Harry opened the door, "Hello, aunt Marge." He said dully.
Marges piggy eyes took in his wrinkled clothes, and messy hair. She sniffed at him and thrust her suit case into his hands.
"Petunia," she called out walking past Harry and into the house.
Harry slung the suit case on the floor and closed the door. "She is gone." He looked at the clock, "She should be back any time now."
Marge narrowed her eyes at Harry. "Where did she go?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Remain calm he thought. Don't do anything to get your self in trouble. Calm thoughts, calm thoughts.
"She is just dropping Dudley off at practice and uncle Vernon at work. She should be right back." Harry explained through clenched teeth. "We weren't expecting you until next week."
Marge smacked Harry on the back of the head. "I don't have to explain my self to you, boy! Go make me some tea. I will be in the sitting room."
Harry scrambled to the kitchen to make some tea. So, maybe while she visited the Dursleys would act like they always did, but if he behaved maybe they would be nice again after she left. There weren't any sweets and they had eaten the last of the croissants yesterday so Harry threw some of the Vanilla soy biscuits he found onto a plate. When the tea was ready he heaved a great sigh, and headed to the family room.
Marge glared at him. "Well, it's about time!"
Harry set the tea things on the coffee table and moved to leave the room. Marges voice cut into him like a knife. "Sit down, boy!"
Harry sat in the chair by the window, as far as he could get from her bulking form.
"So," she said pouring herself some tea, "how are things at St. Brutis'? I see they haven't helped much. You look as lazy as ever. Wrinkled clothes, and messy hair."
"I just woke up." Harry explained. "I really need to go shower and change. It is rude of me to sit here with you in this state." Harry jumped up and rushed upstairs before she could argue.
While upstairs he sadly packed up his school things and took a shower. He dressed in some of the new dress clothes his aunt had bought him and tried in vain to calm his hair.
"Hedwig," he whispered to the sleeping owl, "please, try to keep quiet. Aunt Marge is here."
The snowy owl hooted softly in response and fell back to sleep. Harry headed back down stairs feeling a bit more presentable. He heard voices coming from the family room.
"We weren't expecting you until next week. You should have told us you were coming early. I could have picked you up from the train station. I'm afraid the house is in a bit of shambles." He could hear his aunt Petunia explaining.
As a matter of fact the house was immaculate as always. Harry was sure Petunia was pleased to see that Marge hadn't brought her dog along with her this time. He always made a mess of the house. Last time he had attacked uncle Vernon. Well, Harry had attacked Marge first, but that was an accident. He was bound and determined not to let his magic get out of hand this time. Upsetting his new found family was definitely not on his list of things to do. A loud thunking noise interrupted his thoughts.
"Marge?", he heard his aunt Petunia cry.
Harry rushed into the room. He found Marge slumped over snoring loudly. Aunt Petunia looked up at Harry.
"Oh, dear.", she said.
"What happened?", Harry asked.
She picked up the plate of Vanilla Soy biscuits. "Uh, Harry," she asked cautiously, "how many of these did you give her?"
Harry shrugged. "I put what was left in the jar. We didn't have anything else to serve with tea."
"Oh, dear." Petunia said again. "Harry, will you pick up the tea things. I need to make a phone call."
"Sure, is she going to be alright? Is she allergic to soy or something?" Harry asked.
Petunia was dialing the phone, "uh, yes, yes she is. Now, Harry please pick up the tea things." She said a bit more firmly.
Harry gathered the tea things and headed to the kitchen. This was bad. Were the Dursleys going to punish him? He cleaned up the dishes and listened to his aunt on the phone.
"It was an accident. She had about twenty of them. I don't know what to do." It was quiet while she listened to the person on the other end and then, "Please, hurry."
Seconds later there was a knock on the door. Aunt Petunia scrambled to answer it before Harry could step out of the kitchen. He heard a familiar female voice.
"She will be fine. You can not overdose on these. She is just going to have a nice nap. Where is he?", asked the voice.
"In the kitchen.", Petunia explained sounding much calmer.
"Harry." She called him into the hall.
Harry walked out of the kitchen cautiously. "Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked bewildered.
Mrs. Figg smiled warmly at Harry. "Go upstairs and pack your things. You are coming over to my house until your aunt Marge goes back home."
"Uh, ok." Harry said sounding shocked.
"Bring your school things, Harry." Aunt Petunia called after him.
Harry stopped midstep. "My, school, things?", he asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, all of your Hogwarts things.", Mrs. Figg said firmly.
Harry nodded dumbly and headed back upstairs.
"Uh, what about Hedwig?", he asked.
"Well, of course she has to come.", came the quick reply.
"Ok." Harry said weakly.
Aunt Petunia and Mrs. Figg followed Harry upstairs and helped him by shrinking his trunk and placing it in her pocket while aunt Petunia packed up Harrys new clothes into a suit case. Harry stared dumbly at the world around him. Mrs. Figg was a witch? She must have been the one Dumbledore said he was going to visit in the neighborhood. Mrs. Figg was a witch? Mrs. Figg was a witch!
Harry felt someone tugging his arm and his feet moved of their own accordance. He didn't notice aunt Petunias hug good bye or Hedwigs' cry of protest, because Mrs. Figg was moving her about during the day. He barely noticed the walk to Mrs. Figgs house.
Mrs. Figg opened the door and nudged Harry into the cat smelling house. She set down Hedwigs cage and opened it. The owl fluttered out and set herself on top of a rather large bird pirch Harry had never seen before. The entire house seemed to change before his eyes. All of the photos of cats became photos of witches and wizards. They kept changing back and forth from cat to human with soft popping noises. Harry felt himself being guided to the large overstuffed couch. He sat down and turned to face Mrs. Figg, the witch.
"You're a witch?" he said flatly.
A familiar condescending male voice came from the hall, "You astound me with your brilliance Mr. Potter."
Harry stiffened and turned to find a tall thin man with long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He had a rather large nose and was very pale. He wore a white linen shirt buttoned to the collar and loose fitting silk slacks. His black eyes had a hint of humor in them and he wore a smirk on his face.
"P-Professor Snape?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
***ok. The next few chapters is where all of my insane theories are going to come to life in this story. All of my theories as to every ones roles etc. It may be a spoiler or it may be me just flapping away. I hope I don't upset any of you or insult anyone. Thanks for stopping by. Just Kidding***
A loud knocking woke Harry from his peaceful slumber. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his glasses and rushed down stairs. He used the peek hole in order to see who was outside.
"Aunt Marge?", he said in a defeated voice. First of all she was early and secondly did this mean that the Dursleys were going to start treating him like dirt again?
Harry opened the door, "Hello, aunt Marge." He said dully.
Marges piggy eyes took in his wrinkled clothes, and messy hair. She sniffed at him and thrust her suit case into his hands.
"Petunia," she called out walking past Harry and into the house.
Harry slung the suit case on the floor and closed the door. "She is gone." He looked at the clock, "She should be back any time now."
Marge narrowed her eyes at Harry. "Where did she go?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Remain calm he thought. Don't do anything to get your self in trouble. Calm thoughts, calm thoughts.
"She is just dropping Dudley off at practice and uncle Vernon at work. She should be right back." Harry explained through clenched teeth. "We weren't expecting you until next week."
Marge smacked Harry on the back of the head. "I don't have to explain my self to you, boy! Go make me some tea. I will be in the sitting room."
Harry scrambled to the kitchen to make some tea. So, maybe while she visited the Dursleys would act like they always did, but if he behaved maybe they would be nice again after she left. There weren't any sweets and they had eaten the last of the croissants yesterday so Harry threw some of the Vanilla soy biscuits he found onto a plate. When the tea was ready he heaved a great sigh, and headed to the family room.
Marge glared at him. "Well, it's about time!"
Harry set the tea things on the coffee table and moved to leave the room. Marges voice cut into him like a knife. "Sit down, boy!"
Harry sat in the chair by the window, as far as he could get from her bulking form.
"So," she said pouring herself some tea, "how are things at St. Brutis'? I see they haven't helped much. You look as lazy as ever. Wrinkled clothes, and messy hair."
"I just woke up." Harry explained. "I really need to go shower and change. It is rude of me to sit here with you in this state." Harry jumped up and rushed upstairs before she could argue.
While upstairs he sadly packed up his school things and took a shower. He dressed in some of the new dress clothes his aunt had bought him and tried in vain to calm his hair.
"Hedwig," he whispered to the sleeping owl, "please, try to keep quiet. Aunt Marge is here."
The snowy owl hooted softly in response and fell back to sleep. Harry headed back down stairs feeling a bit more presentable. He heard voices coming from the family room.
"We weren't expecting you until next week. You should have told us you were coming early. I could have picked you up from the train station. I'm afraid the house is in a bit of shambles." He could hear his aunt Petunia explaining.
As a matter of fact the house was immaculate as always. Harry was sure Petunia was pleased to see that Marge hadn't brought her dog along with her this time. He always made a mess of the house. Last time he had attacked uncle Vernon. Well, Harry had attacked Marge first, but that was an accident. He was bound and determined not to let his magic get out of hand this time. Upsetting his new found family was definitely not on his list of things to do. A loud thunking noise interrupted his thoughts.
"Marge?", he heard his aunt Petunia cry.
Harry rushed into the room. He found Marge slumped over snoring loudly. Aunt Petunia looked up at Harry.
"Oh, dear.", she said.
"What happened?", Harry asked.
She picked up the plate of Vanilla Soy biscuits. "Uh, Harry," she asked cautiously, "how many of these did you give her?"
Harry shrugged. "I put what was left in the jar. We didn't have anything else to serve with tea."
"Oh, dear." Petunia said again. "Harry, will you pick up the tea things. I need to make a phone call."
"Sure, is she going to be alright? Is she allergic to soy or something?" Harry asked.
Petunia was dialing the phone, "uh, yes, yes she is. Now, Harry please pick up the tea things." She said a bit more firmly.
Harry gathered the tea things and headed to the kitchen. This was bad. Were the Dursleys going to punish him? He cleaned up the dishes and listened to his aunt on the phone.
"It was an accident. She had about twenty of them. I don't know what to do." It was quiet while she listened to the person on the other end and then, "Please, hurry."
Seconds later there was a knock on the door. Aunt Petunia scrambled to answer it before Harry could step out of the kitchen. He heard a familiar female voice.
"She will be fine. You can not overdose on these. She is just going to have a nice nap. Where is he?", asked the voice.
"In the kitchen.", Petunia explained sounding much calmer.
"Harry." She called him into the hall.
Harry walked out of the kitchen cautiously. "Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked bewildered.
Mrs. Figg smiled warmly at Harry. "Go upstairs and pack your things. You are coming over to my house until your aunt Marge goes back home."
"Uh, ok." Harry said sounding shocked.
"Bring your school things, Harry." Aunt Petunia called after him.
Harry stopped midstep. "My, school, things?", he asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, all of your Hogwarts things.", Mrs. Figg said firmly.
Harry nodded dumbly and headed back upstairs.
"Uh, what about Hedwig?", he asked.
"Well, of course she has to come.", came the quick reply.
"Ok." Harry said weakly.
Aunt Petunia and Mrs. Figg followed Harry upstairs and helped him by shrinking his trunk and placing it in her pocket while aunt Petunia packed up Harrys new clothes into a suit case. Harry stared dumbly at the world around him. Mrs. Figg was a witch? She must have been the one Dumbledore said he was going to visit in the neighborhood. Mrs. Figg was a witch? Mrs. Figg was a witch!
Harry felt someone tugging his arm and his feet moved of their own accordance. He didn't notice aunt Petunias hug good bye or Hedwigs' cry of protest, because Mrs. Figg was moving her about during the day. He barely noticed the walk to Mrs. Figgs house.
Mrs. Figg opened the door and nudged Harry into the cat smelling house. She set down Hedwigs cage and opened it. The owl fluttered out and set herself on top of a rather large bird pirch Harry had never seen before. The entire house seemed to change before his eyes. All of the photos of cats became photos of witches and wizards. They kept changing back and forth from cat to human with soft popping noises. Harry felt himself being guided to the large overstuffed couch. He sat down and turned to face Mrs. Figg, the witch.
"You're a witch?" he said flatly.
A familiar condescending male voice came from the hall, "You astound me with your brilliance Mr. Potter."
Harry stiffened and turned to find a tall thin man with long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He had a rather large nose and was very pale. He wore a white linen shirt buttoned to the collar and loose fitting silk slacks. His black eyes had a hint of humor in them and he wore a smirk on his face.
"P-Professor Snape?" Harry asked disbelievingly.
***ok. The next few chapters is where all of my insane theories are going to come to life in this story. All of my theories as to every ones roles etc. It may be a spoiler or it may be me just flapping away. I hope I don't upset any of you or insult anyone. Thanks for stopping by. Just Kidding***
