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"Well!", Marge demanded glaring at Harry.

"We were down in the cellar playing with Snuffles, because it's a lot cooler down there.", Dudley said.

Aunt Petunia went straight to the fridge to pour them all something cold to drink. Harry helped her pull down the glasses and a bowl for Sirius. Harry wasn't exactly sure if Sirius had ever had lemonade, but as hot as they all were he was sure Sirius would drink anything.

"Petunia, do you have those drinks?" Uncle Vernon bellowed from the living room.

"Coming, dear." She answered placing the cups and pitcher on the serving tray. Dudley, Snuffles and Harry followed her into the living room obediently.

When Uncle Vernon noticed Harry had joined everyone in the living room his face turned crimson. He managed to mutter an apology for having accused Harry earlier.

"Don't apologize to that hooligan. It is just the sort of thing he would do." Marge insisted as she drank her lemonade greedily.

Harry chose to ignore her. They had all been having a great morning and he didn't want to spoil it by letting Marge get a rise out of him. He poured some lemonade into Snuffles bowl and then his cup, careful not to spill a drop. When he looked down, Harry realized that Snuffles was not ignoring Marge. As a matter of fact he was eyeing her with what looked like distaste, if a dog could give such a look.

"It doesn't seem like St. Brutus's is doing him any good, Vernon.", Marge said setting her empty glass down a bit too forcefully on the coffee table causing Aunt Petunia to wince.

"What are you going to do with yourself boy?" Marge asked Harry looking at him as though he were a slug floating at the bottom of her glass.

"Well, I was thinking about being an aur-er joining Scotland Yard." Harry answered swirling around the ice in his glass.

"Cool," Dudley said, "like your dad and godfather?"

Harry smiled. Dudley remembered. "Yeah-", he started but Marge interrupted.

"What godfather? Why doesn't this godfather raise the boy? Why should you be stuck with him if he has a godfather?" Marge bellowed in an obvious outrage.

Dudley jumped as though he had been bitten. He threw Harry an apologetic look. Harry gave him a half smile. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Uncle Vernon giving his aunt Petunia an accusing look.

"Well," Petunia began in an unnaturally high voice, "he er died in the line of duty."

"Worked for Scotland Yard did he?" Marge asked nodding her head in approval.

"Er. yes." Petunia said hurriedly as though this were as good an idea as any.

"A man like that would have done him some good." Marge said as though Harry were not sitting in the room right across from her. Then she snorted, "Not bloody likely! Not with dead beat parents like his. Didn't you say he was unemployed Vernon?"

But Uncle Vernon didn't have the chance to answer her question. Snuffles began growling viciously. His sharp white teeth were bared, and he looked quite frightening, even to Harry.

"What's wrong with you, then?" Marge said in a sickening baby voice. She reached her large hand over as if to pet him and Snuffles barked. She jumped and pulled her hand back. Her face turned the nasty shade of puce like Uncle Vernon's did when he was about to explode.

"That is twice in one day!" Marge bellowed. "First he nearly attacks you Vernon and now me! What sort of tests did that mad perform on that animal? I think he has addled that mutt's brain! He should be put down before he attacks someone."

Petunia stood up and grabbed Harry's arm dragging him with her. "Harry, why don't you help me make lunch." She said, and as an after thought, "And let's bring Snuffles, shall we."

Harry was clenching his fists and glaring fixedly at Marge.

"Well, don't just stand there looking stupid, boy! Petunia asked you to help her in-the-kitchen-ungrateful whelp." Marge yelled, and then she snorted. "I forgot who I was talking to, eh Vernon. A smart whack should wake him up." She stood and raised her hand.

The rest seemed to blur by it all happened so quickly. Snuffles lunged at Marge. He caught her wrist in his mouth. Uncle Vernon stood and bowled Snuffles over, and he landed on his back with a yelp. Marge saw that he was down and gave him a smart kick in the ribs. Harry could actually hear the bones break under the pressure.

"Sirius!" Harry screamed. He reached to pull his wand out of his back pocket, but Marge just flew through the front window. Vernon jumped up and ran of the front door screaming at the top of his lungs. "Marge! Marge! Are you all right?"

Snuffles was lying on the ground unconscious. "We have to get out of here." Harry cried out. He looked around the room as though the answer were somewhere around here, if only he could just find it. Dudley came into his vision, "Dudley," Harry yelled, "Don't let anyone touch him! Watch him!". Then he ran upstairs.

Up in his room he realized he had no idea what he was going to do. He looked at Hedwig, "What do I do now?", he asked her. She woke from her peaceful slumber and hopped out of her cage. She watched as Harry began throwing his things haphazardly into his trunk.

"Harry." Aunt Petunia whispered from the doorway. "Here, take this." She said handing him an old looking envelope. "Don't open it until you are downstairs with Sirius." She warned.

Harry gaped at her. "What-how?"

"Dumbledore gave it to me for an emergency, and I would call this an emergency. Go! Vernon went out to the shed for his shot gun!"

Down stairs Dudley was shouting, "No dad, please! He was just protecting Harry!"

"Go Hedwig, go to Hogwarts. He'll kill you too if he sees you!" Harry grabbed the handle of his trunk and dragged it down the stairs with a strength he didn't know he possessed.

When he entered the living room Dudley was pushing Uncle Vernon back with his shoulder. He tackled him to the ground and shouted, "Go Harry. Go!"

Harry ran to Sirius and lifted him onto his trunk. He tore the envelope open on top of Sirius and looked at his family, "I'm sorry.", he whispered before the tugging sensation pulled them away. Aunt Petunia was crying, and Dudley looked as though he had never been so scared in his life.

They landed on a large Rose wood dining table. The room was dark, but he heard several shrieks of surprise. He looked around the room and found he was surrounded by a couple dozen witches and wizards, and they all had their wands pointed at him.

**I am sorry if it seems a bit dark, I am hoping it will lighten up. I am trying to vent out the dark vibes out in my other fic. Thanks to all that have reviewed! JK**