An hour later the house was quiet once more. Dudley left to go to a friend's house and Harry and Sydney were left alone. "So, you want anything to eat?" Harry asked opening his bedroom door. There was a click in the lock downstairs and a bang. "Oh, great, Aunt Marge is here." "Alright Har', this is what is going to happen. You are going to ignore her. Anything she says doesn't mean anything. I can almost guarantee that she will say the same crap she did the last time she was here. But since she doesn't remember what happened on her last visit, I suggest you just keep quiet, and don't say a word. If you want to say something be polite." Harry heaved a sigh and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Besides there's nothing I can do about it anyway without getting expelled."
"HARRY! SYDNEY! Get DOWN HERE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed up the stairs. "Oh, good grief Vernon, you've got another one living with you? Well I don't suppose she's any different from him?" they heard Aunt Marge say. Harry rolled his eyes. They walked downstairs together. There was a polite grin on Sydney's face as she descended the stairs. Nothing was going to faze her. Harry knew that. She was so good at keeping in her emotions. He wished he could be more like she was.
"Where's my little Dudley Wudley?" Aunt Marge asked turning to Harry. Sydney spoke for him, "He went to a friend's for a little while. He should be home shortly, he was quite excited about seeing you." She nodded in approval and sat down on the couch. "Where are the dogs Marge?" Aunt Petunia asked coming out of the kitchen. When in the name of bloody hell did she get home? Harry wondered. "They're being taken care of by a neighbor." Sydney sat on the chair opposite the couch. "How was your trip here?" She asked trying to make conversation. Except it was about to take a turn for the worst. "Nosy aren't we? You don't need to know everything. Stupid Americans, always in everyone's business. Petunia, you sisters really did take a turn for the worst by having children. Let me ask you this child, what happened to your parents? Reckless driving? Drug addicts?"
Sydney's facial expression didn't change. She looked at Uncle Vernon. His eyes widened and he nodded. "My parents were killed in a car accident which they did not cause," she said looking past Marge and directly at Vernon. His face was turning purple. Harry wondered if one day he would just spontaneously combust. It would be a great day if that ever happened.
Aunt Marge stared at Sydney. "Get me a drink, scotch on the rocks. Oh Vernon, the trains these days are so congested and stuffy. I don't know why they don't make another line. It should drop people off right by your neighborhood." "Oh yes of course Marge, it would be lovely. Then you could come visit any time you wanted to." Harry rolled his eyes at this statement. Luckily no one saw. The doorbell rang. "Answer that boy," Vernon directed at Harry angrily. Harry walked to the door. A very pretty blonde, whom Harry had never seen before was standing in the doorway.
"Is Dudley here?" she asked looking directly into Harry's green eyes. He swallowed hard and shook his head. "He should be home soon. If you want to wait for him than you can come inside?" Harry asked moving out of the way. "Thank you. That would be nice." She walked inside and towards the living room. Uncle Vernon clapped his hands together in surprise. "Erica! How nice of you to drop by. Petunia! Call Dudley home, tell him his girlfriend is here!" Aunt Marge stood up. "OH, my little Dudley has a girlfriend now! This is marvelous. She's just adorable!" Sydney came out of the kitchen and handed Aunt Marge her drink. Erica stuck her hand out to greet Sydney.
"Hi, I'm Erica." Sydney nodded and took her hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sydney, Dudley's stupid American cousin," she answered back with a smug grin on her face. Harry wondered what was going on. He looked around to room and noticed that Marge was looking a little woozy. Her head fell back quickly against the couch and she started snoring. "Must have been a long trip," Sydney said looking past Erica at Marge. Harry shrugged. "Quick Petunia get a pillow and blankets!" Vernon said propping her feet up on the coffee table.