Chapter Two:

Aunt Petunia's Worst Nightmare

Aunt Petunia was sitting in her living room at Number 4, Privet Drive, appreciating her completely normal life. She had a wonderful, successful businessman for a husband who never raised his voice, a beautiful, healthy baby boy named Dudley nicknamed Duddykins, Popkin, Diddykins…

(A/N: Meredith: Man, anymore of these nicknames and I'll gauge my eyes out.

Emily: I'll get the spork!!

Lacey: GAHHH MY EYES!!!)

…and several others, which we will leave out for the sake of our sanity. She never had to lay her eyes on her freak sister ever again, but that didn't matter because she pretended she didn't have a sister in the first place. Unfortunately, she didn't know how wrong she was…

Suddenly she heard the door burst open with a bang.

"TUNEY!!" Aunt Petunia's eyes widened in horror. She heard two pairs of footsteps walking to where she was. They rounded the corner and it was…LILY AND JAMES POTTER!!! DUN DUN DUN!!! LIGHTNING STRUCK! THUNDER ROARED!!! THE EARTH CRUMBLED BEFORE HER!!! (Because that was so unexpected.) Aunt Petunia leapt to her feet, hugging Dudley to her tightly.

"DON'T TOUCH DUDLEY!!" She shrieked. Lily, who had been smiling, seemed unfazed.

"Hello, Sister Tuney! How are you?" At the same time, James greeted her with a cheerful,

"Hello, Sister-In-Law Tuney!" She gaped at the pair.

"Wh-what are you doing here???" Aunt Petunia now stared at the skinny-messy-jet-black-haired-green-eyed infant that Lily was holding. "What is that?" she asked, disgusted at the fact of another Potter.

"Oh, this is Harry," James beamed proudly. "Doesn't he look just like me?" Aunt Petunia scowled and muttered, "Of course."

"Anyways," Lily continued. "We need to hide out from this…umm…well…"

"Crazy V guy," James finished for her. "And we were wondering that while we are on the run and ruining your reputation, you could watch after Harry." Aunt Petunia's scowl deepened. "And the others."

"OTHERS??" shrieked Aunt Petunia. James shrugged.

"Sure, there are. Moony, Pads!! Come on in!!" An even messier-black-haired man and a shaggy-more-aged-appearance man stepped into the living room, each carrying two baby carriers and two more infants in their arms. After they stepped through the door, a rather large amount of infants crawled through after them. The house began to shake. More lightning sounded as babies poured through the windows, the doors, the fireplace, and the toilets. The not-so-funny thing was, they all looked exactly like baby Harry. Uncle Vernon stormed down the stairs, his mustache bristling and his face purple.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" he thundered. More babies flew down the stairs, engulfing Uncle Vernon in a sea of infant Harrys. "Help! Help me!!" he cried.

"Husband Vernon!!" screamed Aunt Petunia. She turned towards Lily and James, furious, "How many are there?!" she wailed.

"Around twenty-five, last time I counted," declared James. "And Lily's expecting septuplets." Lily rubbed her enlarged stomach and grinned.

"Hope you don't mind, Sister Tuney!" Aunt Petunia's eyes widened with horror as the three wizards and one witch made their way out the front door, where more babies continued to flow in. This was way more than twenty-five, Aunt Petunia thought as the roof popped off and it began to rain baby Harrys.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"