Marge Dursley sat alone at the roadside café, sipping her tea as she thought of her family, hardly thinking of her rotten nephew Harry Potter or his "useless" parents, it had been a long time since she'd seen him and she did not plan on seeing Harry again the next time she visited Privet Drive.
She couldn't clearly recall what had happened the last time she'd been there and seen Harry, but Marge could remember feeling herself turn into a balloon and float up into the air to the surprise of her brother, sister in law and sweet, sweet Dudley.
Marge was somebody who did not believe in anything unordinary such as magic, magic was impossible and unbelievable, she'd heard of folks known as wizards and witches and there was a "magical world" out there somewhere, not to mention rumors regarding the Potters.
While she didn't believe it, she knew the rumors were true about there being a community of magic using people and she'd bumped into somebody with a wand once but somehow forgotten about it not long after the encounter with the bizarre person.
Finishing her tea, Marge stood up and left a tab on the table for the café manager to take it before proceeding to get in her car. She drove down the road, heading for her home in the valley, unaware that she was being watched by an owl and somebody on a flying broom close behind.
Vernon's sister drove on, listening to the radio report about the weather for tomorrow and that it would be raining for the next few days. That wasn't bizzare at all, rainy days did happen every couple months and the rain just happened until the weather calmed down.
After driving for what felt like hours, Marge made it back home. But just as she was pulling into the driveway, she spotted a grey barn owl sitting on her mailbox. Cutting the engines, Marge stepped out and approached the bird. "What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"Hoo hoo!" The black barn owl replied, "Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"
"What are you saying?"
"Hoo hoo!" The owl tapped its claw on the mailbox, trying to tell Marge something, what was going on here and why was the bird visiting her?
Rolling her eyes, Marge opened the mailbox and found an envelope inside, addressed to her. How curious, she opened the envelope and found a letter inside, written by a mysterious person whose name was Mr. W and meant for her. Reluctantly, Marge read the letter...
Dear Marge Dursley,
as you are probably aware, wizards and witches are real and there is a magical community.
Here's something you don't know, Harry Potter is a wizard and his parents were wizards.
Mr and Mrs. Potter never lost their lives in a car crash, it was due to an attack by the feared dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort also addressed as He Who Must Not Be Named.
Harry Potter does not attend St. Brutus', he attends the well-known Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where magic education is important.
I bet you're surprised, Petunia and your dear brother Vernon withheld this info from you and you must be in great shock right now.
Signed,
Mister W.
Marge dropped the letter, shocked and then shaking with rage, so Harry was a freak and the car crash story wasn't true. Vernon lied to her, so did Petunia. She, Marge, stamped her foot as the owl flew into the sky and she let out an angry bellow that shook the windows of her house.
Walking inside, Marge sat down, thinking of what to do. Should she write an angry letter, this could not be possible. She smiled, yes, she would phone Vernon and demand to know why he deceived her about Harry when he could've just said it plainly.
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Vernon Dursley sat in the living room, watching the late night news and drinking soda, when the phone rang. He picked it up, "Dursley speaking."
"Vernon, its Marge, how could you?"
"How could I what?"
"You, you lied to me about Harry, you didn't tell me he was a... freak!"
"Freak? I don't know what you're talking about!"
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT, I RECEIVED A LETTER FROM AN ANONYMOUS TIP SAYING THAT HARRY POTTER IS A WIZARD AND HE ATTENDS HOGWARTS. I ALSO LEARNED THAT LILY AND JAMES POTTER MET THEIR ENDS AT THE HANDS OF SOMEONE CALLED LORD VOLDEMORT!"
Vernon was shocked, "What, what?! WHAT!?"
"QUIT TRYING TO PLAY DUMB WITH YOUR SISTER AND TELL THE TRUTH, IS ALL OF THIS TRUE AND THAT YOU GAVE ME FALSE INFORMATION!"
"Er," Vernon stammered, "Yes, its all true, but don't go around telling anybody else."
"VERRRRRRNOOOOOOOOOON!"
Before he could bear hearing his sister rant, Vernon hung up, his face turning purple and the temples in his head throbbing. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" The moustached man shouted, did Harry write the letter and was he pushing the envelope?
It didn't matter, as far as Vernon was concerned, whoever wrote the letter was going to be severely punished. If it was Harry, he was going to be throttled...
End!