CHAPTER 1: It's you!?
"I'm sick of living here with the Dursley's. I have to get OUT. "Harry, being stuck with the Dursley's for another summer, longs to return to Hogwarts the place he considers his real home. Hedwig rustled in her cage as Harry finished off his summer assignments. His eyes, feeling like they've been strapped to hundred pound anvils, started to close unwillingly as he finished his recipe for Snape's assignment on antivenin potions. Moving his quill quickly he wrote down the last ingredient, a strip of Gapgwai skin. He looked at his clock, nearly 1:00 am. He slipped his glasses off and hopped into bed. He had the most pleasant dream that night. He dreamt of being back at Hogwarts, going on one of those crazy adventures of his. His dream lasting only so long when morning rolled in and his aunt Petunia woke him. Her loud raps at the door annoyed Harry as he put his glasses on and slipped into an outfit that Dudley outgrew before he even wore it.
"We, your Uncle Vernon and I, are going on an important business trip to Oxford, I assume you'll behave yourself within the 48 hours we're gone," Aunt Petunia spat, glaring at Harry. Before Harry could ponder on the thought of being Vernon and Petunia free for two whole days her next words crushed him like an anvil being dropped on his head from a twenty story building.
"Don't smile yet boy, Marge will be supervising Dudley and yourself while we're gone, she will be arriving this afternoon, hope you have fun with her," she laughed evilly, as she carried her small suitcase down the stairs to the front door. Harry noticed that Uncle Vernon had already taken his luggage out to the car. Harry went back into his room and slammed the door.
"TWO WHOLE DAYS with that woman I blew up. Can you believe it Hedwig? "Harry sighed as he leapt onto his bed. With nothing particular on Harry's mind besides the horror of aunt Marge returning, he thought about being back at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione discussing potions or charms in the common room. Harry drifted off as his thoughts engulfed him.
Harry awoke just as Aunt Marge stepped into the house. Dudley, being fake as he was, welcomed her into the house with his "I'm a sweet little angel" act. Harry could picture how the next two days would be like. After shivering for a second at his thoughts he decided to write a letter to Ron to tell him the bad news. He pulled out a piece of parchment paper, a quill, and ink. He started to write..." dear Ron "but with a bang Aunt Marge barged into his room and stared maliciously at the tidy little nook of a room he had.
"I'll be staying here for the next two days, I hope by dinner all your little filthy things will be OUT and back down into the cupboard. YOU HEAR?" yelled Aunt Marge. Harry made a grunt and managed to strain a smile as he started to pack his things back into his trunk. As he walked passed Aunt Marge he could hear her mumbling under her breath "filthy boy with his scar bah." Harry didn't expect much of a dinner from Marge. He cleaned out the rest of his things when Marge started to cook. The house soon filled with an odor of over cooked beef and burnt zest. He was glad Marge only prepared the meal for 2. Harry laid in the cupboard uncomfortably due to the fact that he grew a total of 3 inches since he's been down there. While the Marge and Dudley were eating their meal, Harry thought of a plan that would get him food once they've gone to bed. In the meantime, he decided to finish the letter he started writing to Ron before Marge interrupted him. He had a hard time writing in the cramped space with no hard surface to write on but he managed to complete the letter.
-Dear Ron, I've got some good and bad news. Good news is that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia left for Oxford this morning on some important business trip. But the bad news is that Aunt Marge, the woman I blew up two years ago is here to supervise Dudley and me. On the bright side I've finished most of my assignments for the summer. What have you done this summer? I wish you could come rescue me like you did our second year. I'll be hoping. If you do decide to come reply to me. Harry-
Harry waited till the house was silent before he came out of his cupboard to send the letter out to Ron. He snuck into the kitchen quietly and retrieved some bread. He tore it in half and gave some to Hedwig. He then tied the letter around her leg and patted her softly "Good girl ". She spread her large wings and took flight. Harry hoped Ron would come get him. He didn't want to stay another day at the Dursley's. After eating some stale bread and drinking a glass of water he crawled back into the cupboard and went to sleep.
Harry had trouble sleeping that night. Mixed thoughts filled his head about Hogwarts, the Dursley's, Marge, and a thought that sent chills down his spine, Voldemort returning and destroying Hogwarts. The night seemed to pass very slowly when suddenly he woke to a subtle knocking at the front door. He looked up at the clock that hung outside the cupboard door in the hallway. It was 3:00 am. He walked cautiously to the door and peered through the eyehole. He stood stunned trying to muffle his laughs with his hands. He eyed the staircase to make sure that Marge and Dudley were still sound asleep. When the coast was clear he slowly opened the door.
"WHAT in the WORLD are you doing HERE?" Harry whispered as loudly as he could. Standing in front of him was a 5'2 tall girl with long bushy brown hair and a charming smirk across her face. It was Hermione Granger. She looked as if she'd been up all night. Harry noticed a 1989 Aston Martin parked in the driveway. He gave Hermione a confused gaze.
"I got my license over the summer. I'm a legal driver now!" whispered Hermione. Harry was still confused about why she was at his door at three in the morning. He shot a befuddled look at her. "Get your things I'll explain on the way ".
"On the way? On the way to where? What's going on?" Hermione gave Harry a long hard stare. Harry could tell that Hermione was in no mood to argue so he obeyed without another word. Hermione entered and helped him carry his trunk and his owl cage to the car. He checked to make sure all his things were in the car. He slowly pictured a small checklist in his head. He whispered to himself, "Quill, parchment, books, robes, cloak, cage, assignments, Quidditch uniforms... "Just then he felt his stomach drop to his feet. He had left his Firebolt in the old bedroom.
"Hermione! I left my Firebolt in the bedroom that Aunt Marge is sleeping in!" he cried. Hermione opened her mouth in disbelief.
"Hmmm, not to panic - " Hermione thought of a way to get the broom back without waking Marge. "I've got it! Just use your invisibility cloak so IF she indeed wakes up she won't see you anyways. "
Harry wasn't sure this would work but it sure was better than anything he had planned. Harry opened his trunk and took out his father's invisibility cloak that was returned to him during Christmas of his first year at Hogwarts. He put it on and told Hermione to wait in the car for him to return. Harry slipped back into the house and crept slowly up the stairs skipping the first step which creaked with the slightest touch. He reached the doorway of the bedroom, took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. Marge snored loudly as Harry slowly crept into the dark bedroom. His jaw dropped at the sight of his bedroom. Not only did Marge invade she also completely renovated the room. Where Hedwig's cage used to be now was a vanity stand. The closet was bursting with her clothes and new floral bed sheets covered his bed. The desk was covered with pictures of Marge's family and a book she had been reading called "1001 Ways to discipline your Problem Child." Harry crept ever so slowly toward the bed where Aunt Marge was sleeping. As he closed in Marge sat up so suddenly that Harry had to cover his mouth to muffle his gasp. Marge hearing the gasp looked into the darkness of the room. Harry froze in place making sure to keep his muscles still. She began to set her feet to the ground. Harry dashed out of her way as she walked out of the bedroom. He heard a bathroom door closing in the distant. He quickly dropped to his stomach to retrieve his broom that was under his bed. He grabbed for about 30 seconds when he heard the bathroom door open. He felt his broom and quickly enclosed his fingers on it. He ran for the door as fast as he could clutching the broom close to his chest. He felt a huge jolt and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Harry let out a cry of pain. Through his cloak he could see that Marge has fumbled to the ground as well yelping in pain. He had just collided with her in his attempt to escape the room. Harry sat frozen on the ground hoping she would just get up and go back to bed but to his surprise Aunt Marge was staring straight at him. His cloak had slipped off with his fall.
"I'm sick of living here with the Dursley's. I have to get OUT. "Harry, being stuck with the Dursley's for another summer, longs to return to Hogwarts the place he considers his real home. Hedwig rustled in her cage as Harry finished off his summer assignments. His eyes, feeling like they've been strapped to hundred pound anvils, started to close unwillingly as he finished his recipe for Snape's assignment on antivenin potions. Moving his quill quickly he wrote down the last ingredient, a strip of Gapgwai skin. He looked at his clock, nearly 1:00 am. He slipped his glasses off and hopped into bed. He had the most pleasant dream that night. He dreamt of being back at Hogwarts, going on one of those crazy adventures of his. His dream lasting only so long when morning rolled in and his aunt Petunia woke him. Her loud raps at the door annoyed Harry as he put his glasses on and slipped into an outfit that Dudley outgrew before he even wore it.
"We, your Uncle Vernon and I, are going on an important business trip to Oxford, I assume you'll behave yourself within the 48 hours we're gone," Aunt Petunia spat, glaring at Harry. Before Harry could ponder on the thought of being Vernon and Petunia free for two whole days her next words crushed him like an anvil being dropped on his head from a twenty story building.
"Don't smile yet boy, Marge will be supervising Dudley and yourself while we're gone, she will be arriving this afternoon, hope you have fun with her," she laughed evilly, as she carried her small suitcase down the stairs to the front door. Harry noticed that Uncle Vernon had already taken his luggage out to the car. Harry went back into his room and slammed the door.
"TWO WHOLE DAYS with that woman I blew up. Can you believe it Hedwig? "Harry sighed as he leapt onto his bed. With nothing particular on Harry's mind besides the horror of aunt Marge returning, he thought about being back at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione discussing potions or charms in the common room. Harry drifted off as his thoughts engulfed him.
Harry awoke just as Aunt Marge stepped into the house. Dudley, being fake as he was, welcomed her into the house with his "I'm a sweet little angel" act. Harry could picture how the next two days would be like. After shivering for a second at his thoughts he decided to write a letter to Ron to tell him the bad news. He pulled out a piece of parchment paper, a quill, and ink. He started to write..." dear Ron "but with a bang Aunt Marge barged into his room and stared maliciously at the tidy little nook of a room he had.
"I'll be staying here for the next two days, I hope by dinner all your little filthy things will be OUT and back down into the cupboard. YOU HEAR?" yelled Aunt Marge. Harry made a grunt and managed to strain a smile as he started to pack his things back into his trunk. As he walked passed Aunt Marge he could hear her mumbling under her breath "filthy boy with his scar bah." Harry didn't expect much of a dinner from Marge. He cleaned out the rest of his things when Marge started to cook. The house soon filled with an odor of over cooked beef and burnt zest. He was glad Marge only prepared the meal for 2. Harry laid in the cupboard uncomfortably due to the fact that he grew a total of 3 inches since he's been down there. While the Marge and Dudley were eating their meal, Harry thought of a plan that would get him food once they've gone to bed. In the meantime, he decided to finish the letter he started writing to Ron before Marge interrupted him. He had a hard time writing in the cramped space with no hard surface to write on but he managed to complete the letter.
-Dear Ron, I've got some good and bad news. Good news is that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia left for Oxford this morning on some important business trip. But the bad news is that Aunt Marge, the woman I blew up two years ago is here to supervise Dudley and me. On the bright side I've finished most of my assignments for the summer. What have you done this summer? I wish you could come rescue me like you did our second year. I'll be hoping. If you do decide to come reply to me. Harry-
Harry waited till the house was silent before he came out of his cupboard to send the letter out to Ron. He snuck into the kitchen quietly and retrieved some bread. He tore it in half and gave some to Hedwig. He then tied the letter around her leg and patted her softly "Good girl ". She spread her large wings and took flight. Harry hoped Ron would come get him. He didn't want to stay another day at the Dursley's. After eating some stale bread and drinking a glass of water he crawled back into the cupboard and went to sleep.
Harry had trouble sleeping that night. Mixed thoughts filled his head about Hogwarts, the Dursley's, Marge, and a thought that sent chills down his spine, Voldemort returning and destroying Hogwarts. The night seemed to pass very slowly when suddenly he woke to a subtle knocking at the front door. He looked up at the clock that hung outside the cupboard door in the hallway. It was 3:00 am. He walked cautiously to the door and peered through the eyehole. He stood stunned trying to muffle his laughs with his hands. He eyed the staircase to make sure that Marge and Dudley were still sound asleep. When the coast was clear he slowly opened the door.
"WHAT in the WORLD are you doing HERE?" Harry whispered as loudly as he could. Standing in front of him was a 5'2 tall girl with long bushy brown hair and a charming smirk across her face. It was Hermione Granger. She looked as if she'd been up all night. Harry noticed a 1989 Aston Martin parked in the driveway. He gave Hermione a confused gaze.
"I got my license over the summer. I'm a legal driver now!" whispered Hermione. Harry was still confused about why she was at his door at three in the morning. He shot a befuddled look at her. "Get your things I'll explain on the way ".
"On the way? On the way to where? What's going on?" Hermione gave Harry a long hard stare. Harry could tell that Hermione was in no mood to argue so he obeyed without another word. Hermione entered and helped him carry his trunk and his owl cage to the car. He checked to make sure all his things were in the car. He slowly pictured a small checklist in his head. He whispered to himself, "Quill, parchment, books, robes, cloak, cage, assignments, Quidditch uniforms... "Just then he felt his stomach drop to his feet. He had left his Firebolt in the old bedroom.
"Hermione! I left my Firebolt in the bedroom that Aunt Marge is sleeping in!" he cried. Hermione opened her mouth in disbelief.
"Hmmm, not to panic - " Hermione thought of a way to get the broom back without waking Marge. "I've got it! Just use your invisibility cloak so IF she indeed wakes up she won't see you anyways. "
Harry wasn't sure this would work but it sure was better than anything he had planned. Harry opened his trunk and took out his father's invisibility cloak that was returned to him during Christmas of his first year at Hogwarts. He put it on and told Hermione to wait in the car for him to return. Harry slipped back into the house and crept slowly up the stairs skipping the first step which creaked with the slightest touch. He reached the doorway of the bedroom, took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. Marge snored loudly as Harry slowly crept into the dark bedroom. His jaw dropped at the sight of his bedroom. Not only did Marge invade she also completely renovated the room. Where Hedwig's cage used to be now was a vanity stand. The closet was bursting with her clothes and new floral bed sheets covered his bed. The desk was covered with pictures of Marge's family and a book she had been reading called "1001 Ways to discipline your Problem Child." Harry crept ever so slowly toward the bed where Aunt Marge was sleeping. As he closed in Marge sat up so suddenly that Harry had to cover his mouth to muffle his gasp. Marge hearing the gasp looked into the darkness of the room. Harry froze in place making sure to keep his muscles still. She began to set her feet to the ground. Harry dashed out of her way as she walked out of the bedroom. He heard a bathroom door closing in the distant. He quickly dropped to his stomach to retrieve his broom that was under his bed. He grabbed for about 30 seconds when he heard the bathroom door open. He felt his broom and quickly enclosed his fingers on it. He ran for the door as fast as he could clutching the broom close to his chest. He felt a huge jolt and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Harry let out a cry of pain. Through his cloak he could see that Marge has fumbled to the ground as well yelping in pain. He had just collided with her in his attempt to escape the room. Harry sat frozen on the ground hoping she would just get up and go back to bed but to his surprise Aunt Marge was staring straight at him. His cloak had slipped off with his fall.