Dealing with a Breeder
"If there's something wrong with the bitch, then there's something wrong with the pup."
Harry could feel these words winding him up. She spoke ill of your mother said a little voice at the back of his head she must be punished!
But Harry ignored that little voice and he imagined Marge's children. Those poor little shits!
He started snickering at the idea. All heads at the table immediately turned to him, with the exception of Dudley, who was too wrapped up in his cartoon to notice his abnormal cousin laughing.
"Something funny, boy?" asked Aunt Marge venomously, as if daring him to say anything negative.
"Yes," replied Harry simply.
"Care to share?" she dragged out every word, reminding Harry of Professor Snape and his manner of speech, which in turn made him smirk.
"Not particularly," he said in the same innocent manner, and turned his attention to the dishes.
"And why is that?" she asked slowly, in that same dragging-out-every-letter-like-Snape manner.
Harry turned back to face her and grinned in a mischievous way, again thinking about her messed up kids. "I just value my life too much. Why would I say anything that would get me into trouble?"
She glared at him, as if she wanted nothing more.
Harry quickly finished doing the dishes before asking Uncle Vernon if he could be excused for the evening.
He smiled the remainder of the evening, knowing that he had finally gotten one on the big fat bitch.
A/N: So there you have it! I am finally posting because I had finished a major project for German and I was in good spirits. I have no idea when I will be updating my other stories, if ever. I am considering discontinuing and just rewriting them.
So yeah, tell me what you think! Review and I might have enough encouragement to write more…