Could it be true? Had he heard right? Was his evil 'aunt' Marge really and truly dead? He had to confirm. Pressing his ear ever harder into the wooden door he didn't do so much as breathe as he strained to hear anything. There were jumbled words from a very sleepy Vernon but Petunia's words were clear as day.
"Marge is dead!" she cried again "They said it happened last night"
Harry was about to do his victory dance before he heard "The girl found her"
"She did it! You know she did and that boy have that . . Abnormality " he growled
'Abnormality?' Vernon only spoke that word when speaking about Harry being a wizard. Who was this 'girl' they spoke of? Could she be a witch? Why was she staying with Marge? They must've expected he was up because they quickly began walking toward his bedroom. He retreated to the lumpy bed and played possum. The locks clicked and Harry felt a burst of cold air shoot in from the Hallway. The Dursleys had boarded up his air conditioning vent after a fight with Dudley.
"My god it smells terrible in here" Vernon gagged
Harry wondered what did they expect when they left a teenage boy locked in a room, only let him outto use thebathroom three times a day, didn't ventilate his room or allow him to shower.
"We'll have to bring her here Vernon" Petunia informed as they closed the door.
"I certainly will not!" Vernon howled "How are we to know she won't do to us what she did you my poor sister!"
"You know we have no choice!" Petunia hissed
Harry picked up the sound that was most likely Vernon's fist slamming into the wall. He regularly did this usually into Harry's stomach.
"We have to tell him" she sighed when he stopped and broke down into choking sobs. "I know sweetie, I know. Come now we have to arrange Marge's funeral"
The squeaking floorboards gave him the signal that Vernon was on his way downstairs. Harry pulled away from the door and in a daze walked back over to the desk. The sun had risen and was beaming into the room beginning a new day. He had more than a million question's running through his head and it made him dizzy. He had to lie down. Who was this girl? Was she related to him? Was she who was trying to get to him? He didn't know but he did know one thing though through his confusion, only the new day would answer his question's.
Authors note: I don't know if i set up a time freme for you guys, this is post Ootp just before Harry's sixteenth Birthday. thanks to my reviewers you encourage me to write more.
