"Harry Potter!" Veron yelled up the stairs. "Get down here right now!" Harry didn't want to make him mad, so he hurried down the stairs. Veron was at the bottom of the stairs. "Were going to have a party tonight …… actually very soon. You are not going to mess this up like the last time. Get in the cupboard under the stairs."
"What?" Harry asked and then regretted it because Dudley hit him across the face. Harry fell back on the steps.
"You heard him get in!" Dudley spat.
"No!" Harry yelled at Dudley. " You get in there you fat lazy cow!" Harry got an abrasion after Dudley hit him in the left cheek and it slowly started to bleed. The doorbell rang.
" Fine then just don't talk, or yell and you will be have or else. Got that? Answer the door." Veron and Dudley went in to the living room while Harry opened the door. It was aunt Marge. Oh great, Harry thought, not her why her do they like torturing me. Aunt Marge took on look at Harry and smiled, probably because she seen Harry bleeding.
"It's about time Veron starts hitting you. You deserve it." She said pushing her way passed him. Harry shut the door as Veron and Petunia greeted aunt Marge. Dudley came in and told aunt Marge that he had been the one who had hit Harry. She had loved it of course. Harry just kept his mouth shut and went and served dinner. After dinner Harry cleared the table while Veron poured the brandy. Dudley was rewarded for what he did earlier this evening by a half of a glass of brandy but aunt Marge insisted in a full glass, so Veron poured more. Veron tried to argue the fact that Dudley was only sixteen but he lost that argument too. Harry was thirsty so he got himself a glass of water, he forgot to ask but he didn't care. As he was drinking aunt Marge called his name but Harry kept on drinking until he was done. " Yes?" He asked.
"I didn't hear you ask anyone to get a drink of water?" She answered in a question.
" Because I didn't ask." Harry answered. The doorbell rang and Dudley got up and answered. A Few seconds he came back with four people. They were professor Lupin, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius Black.
"Who are you?" aunt Marge asked.
" My name is Professor Lupin. I …… we came here to get Harry Potter. This is Mr. B, and two of his best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger."
"Harry has no friends at the stupid school he goes to." Veron said.
"Veron you said Harry went to an intuition for hopeless cases?" Aunt Marge asked. " You also said that he gets beaten all the time but he has only one marking and that was for Dudley. Do the people at that place hit him or not. Words do nothing to a hopeless child like him. He doesn't for anything and you let him get away with it he was just like his mother she got away with everything. Petunia your parents practically praised her." Ron and Hermione looked at Harry who looked like he was going to kill her if she talked about his mother again.
"Shut up!" Harry yelled. "What did she ever do to you? I thought so. She didn't do a thing to you. You're just jealous that she was better that you. If she were alive you would probably kill you all for treating me the way you do. I do almost every thing and you still treat me like I have leprosy or something worse. Like it or not I am a part of this family and you can't do a thing. You are not the one who sleeps under the stairs. You are not the one is Dudley's personal punching bag. You are not the one who has to listen to you disrespect me parents like you do. And you definitely do get locked in you room for days and not allowed to write to your friends. Which I have a lot of." Everyone was quiet but Harry was happy that he had got that off his shoulders. " I going to get my stuff and no one is going to stop me." Harry went up the stairs and Hermione and Ron followed him. They looked around his room while he packed. Hermione picked up the picture of Lily and James. They were dancing. They looked very happy. She handed it to Harry who placed it in his trunk and closed the lid. They carried it down this stairs and they all got in the Borrowed Weasley's car and flew off.