Dinner was over, and it was time to clean the table; Harry went around it, collecting the dishes. Aunt Marge gave her empty plate with sauce left over to her dog, who gladly lapped the leftovers. Aunt Petunia gave her dish to her nephew. Marge snapped her finger to get the one on the floor. While Uncle Vernon got some brandy glasses to serve to the three adults in the house.

"Bit more?" Marge said, watching her brother pour the brandy. "A bit more. That's a boy," clutching it in her talons. "Would you like a bit drop of brandy?" she offered Ripper, "Little drop of puny brandy, wonderful... you're a good boy." Harry watched her feeding the brandy. Marge catches him, "What are you looking at?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Where did you send the boy, Vernon?"

"St Brutus's, it is a fine intuition for hopeless cases."

"They use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy?" Aunt Marge wondered. Uncle Vernon told him to go along with it.

"Oh. Yeah, yeah. I... I've been beaten loads of times," couldn't contain his laugher, turning around to hide his smile,

"Excellent...I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not beating people who deserve it." She turned to Uncle Vernon, "You mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out, Vernon. It's all to do with blood. Bad blood will out." Giving a piece of food from her plate to Ripper, "What is it the boy's father did, Petunia?"

"Oh, nothing. He didn't work; he was unemployed."

"And a drunk too, no doubt?"

"That's a lie!"

"What did you say?"

Harry was a little raged at this point, "My dad wasn't a drunk!"

Aunt Marge's glass breaks in her hand, making everyone startled and making her dog meap, "Oh, don't worry...don't fuse Petunia, I have a very firm grip."

Uncle Vernon cleared his throat, gearing over at Harry, "I think it is time you went to bed?" While Aunt Petunia looked over her nephew the whole time, not knowing what to do in this situation. She sneered at him at the last second.

Marge snapped her finger again, "Quiet Vernon...you clean up?" she ordered Harry. While the young wizard went over to the table to collect the shattered glass, "It is nothing to do with father, it is more to do with mother. You see it all the time with dogs. If there is something wrong with the bitch than there is something wrong with the pup."

"Shut up!" Harry snaps, "shut up!" his anger rising, 'Will tell Snape about this later tonight.' pretty sure he would rip this woman in half, if he heard her talking like that.

Aunt Marge sneers over him. Lights were flashing, causing the house to become a small earthquake. "What...let me tell you-" suddenly, her pointer swells up, then her face. Vernon realizes what's going on, looking between Harry and Marge. Marge's behind started to swell up, too, and her arms, back, and chest. She turns to her brother while her face gets fatter. Aunt Petunia was terrified at this outcome. Knowing well that this could be prevented somehow.

Aunt Marge's first button popped off, hitting a cuckoo bird clock, making it chime. Ripper starts barking, wondering what is going on. Her second button popped off, hitting the table.

"Vernon...Vernon, do something!" she cried. Her brother was about to grab Marge's leg to keep her from floating away, but Ripper goes over and bites him in the leg, yelping in pain.

Marge was starting to float from the table, her chair tipping forward, and the necklace she was wearing exploded all over the table. A couple hit Dudley's plate; this got him to look away from the tv and over at what was going on, making him freak out. One of her buttons hits him in the forehead, making him fall to the floor. Dudley gets up again, and another one comes flying at him.

Aunt Marge floats in the air, making her scream in agony while holding onto the table cloth, as she floats to the ceiling.

Harry's anger subsided a little, but he wanted her far away from the house. Making Marge glide outside, where she was about to fly up high in the air. Vernon grabbed her hand to keep her from leaving while Ripper chewed on his pant leg.

"I gotcha Marge! I gotcha."

"Come on! Come on!" she yells. Vernon was about to float away too, "Don't you dare let go!"

"Sorry," he said, having no choice, losing the battle. Falling back down.

"Oh...Vernon!" Aunt Petunia panicked, thinking her husband had hurt himself, "oh god!" she ran over to him.

Vernon picks himself off, rubbing his back while yelling for his sister's name, "Marge! Marge!" he cried out as she floats into the night sky, screaming her head off, while a next-door dog starts barking too.

After it was over, Dudley went back to watching the tv, eating leftover food from his bib.

Harry ran upstairs, going into his room; he kicked his dresser and sat on his bed to calm down. A black owl was perched on his window pane, with a rolled letter in his beak. He opens the window, taking the letter and giving the bird a treat. Unrolling the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I appreciate the chocolate you have given me.

S. Snape

Harry understands his teacher not being up for talking much today. Also, the potion master is a man of few words. He decided to leave this house, going anywhere but here. He is planning to write to his professor when he gets to a place to stay at. Thinking of trying the Leaky Cauldron.

Having everything packed, Harry goes down the stairs with his suitcase.

"You bring her back! You bring her back now!" Uncle Vernon cries out, "and you put her right."

"No!" Harry shouts back, "she deserves what she got!" Vernon pushes his nephew to the wall. Harry points his wand at him, "Keep away from me!"

"You not allowed to do magic outside of school," Vernon reminded him.

"Yeah? Try me!" he tempted.

His uncle's face turned the color of a tomato, "They won't let you back now; you've nowhere to go," he pointed his finger at him.

"I don't care, anywhere is better than here," Harry argues back.

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Harry runs out of the Dursley's house, with his trunk trailing behind him. Aunt Marge kept floating in the air in the far of distance, dogs barking at her. Harry went to another block, stopping, not knowing what to do next. Being close to the playground, Dudley likes to roam with his friends and play on. He stopped by the sidewalk, sitting down, 'How do I get to the Leaky Cauldron from here?' Harry shivered, being a cold night. He so badly wants to write to Snape, but he doesn't even know where his owl is at the moment. Feeling alone right now as he stared at a flickering street lamp, suddenly turning off. The swings and the carousel started swaying slightly. Making him wonder if a magic person is out there. Then suddenly, the Seesaw slams down on the ground. 'Spooky,' Harry thought. He heard a noise coming from the bushes across the street; a black dog crept over. He got up slowly. The black dog started growling and barking. This got him to pull out his wand, but before he could defend himself, he tripped on his trunk and fell on the sidewalk.

A bus suddenly appears while Harry is lying down on the sidewalk. The transportation cart stops in front of him. A man with a grey suit welcomes him to the night bus and announces he will be his conductor for this evening. The man looks around before looking down below, "What are you doing down there?"

"I fell over," the boy explained.

The conductor was confused, "What you fell over for?"

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"Oh well, come on then!" he says in a grouchy voice, "let's not wait for the grass to grow." Harry looked back at the dark bush where the black dog was. The man looked as well, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing..."

"Well, come then, get in." Harry was about to grab his trunk, "No...no, I will get this...you get in."

Harry had a lot of things to say to Snape tonight. About the adventure he is having while running away from the Dursley's house. He looked around while getting on the bus; an old man was sleeping in one of the beds they provided. He had grey hair, wearing a grey hat and socks that had holes in each of them, having his big toe poking out. A chandler was hanging in the center.

"Come on, move on, move on," the conductor said behind him to block the way. 'Wonder if Snape rode this before?' Harry moved to the side. The man gave him his ticket. The bus was a bumpy ride all the way through, "What did you say your name was again?" Harry didn't give him a name yet, "well where the backs are you headed?" The teen told him about The Leaky Cauldron, and it's in London. Harry was worried about muggles seeing them, but he had nothing to worry about. There was a shrunken head hanging on the rearview mirror that kept on talking about nonsense things. A few minutes while riding, they stopped before crashing into an old lady. Making Harry fly and hit a window.

"Who is that?" he thought Harry has been under a rock this whole time, which is practically true, "who is that...that is Sirus Black, that is. Don't tell me you haven't heard of Sirius Black?" the man crouched down to his level, "he is a murder, got himself locked up in Azkaban for it." The teen wondered how he escaped, confused, knowing how strict the security is over there, from what Hagrid told him at the end of the second year.

"Well, that is the question, isn't it?" He poked his chest, "he is the first one who done it. He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who. Reckoning you heard of him?"

"Yeah...him I heard of," Harry replied, looking out the window.

The shrunken head - warned about a double-decker coming their way; it would be right on top of them. The driver braked in time, pulling some sort of device on the deck to make the bus shrink.

"Mind your head," the shrunken head says, looking at Harry. This adventure he will never forget, no matter how old he gets. "Hey guys, guys? Why the long faces?" the head starts giggling. Harry was relieved when the shrinking cart turned back to a normal bus. They were nearly there to the destination. "Yeah, nearly there!" the driver braked before hitting the car in front of them but failed to do so. Harry flew against the window again. The conductor welcomed him to the Leaky Cauldron.

A bald man greeted him, "Ah, Mr. Potter, at last." And there was someone else standing there. Someone with short brown hair, tattoos on both his arms, wearing dark clothes 'Wonder who that is?' When he got off the bus, it sped off, saying their next stop was Knockturn Alley.

Harry kept a close watch on this man, 'Who is this guy?' The man turned to Harry, feeling his stare, "What are you looking at, Mr. Potter?" the boy eyed him in a way, wondering who he was. While the bald guy was walking ahead of them, he whispered, "It is me, Potter."

The teen looked over at him, realizing it was professor Snape. He is the only one who calls him that without the mister in front. "I see. Hello there. What do I call you?"

"Felix," he answered.

Harry nodded at that, looking at his feature, "Not bad," he whispered. Before Tom leads them into a room, opening the door for Harry. "Hedwig!" he ran over to her side, petting her pretty white features.

"That is a pretty smart bird you got there, Potter," Tom told him, impressed with this owl. Felix stood next to him, "she arrived here just five minutes before yourself." Someone cleared their throat in the room. Harry turned to the voice.

"It is my duty to inform you, Mr. Potter, that earlier this evening, your uncle's sister was located," Tom pushes Harry, "a little south of Sheffield..." he pushed him into a chair as Felix sat on the arm part, "circling a chimney stack." Tom offered Harry something to eat; he waved him off, "The accidental magic reversal department," the landlord offered him some bread, "was dispatched immediately." Harry shook his head, "She has been properly punctured and her memory modified." Tom offered him some walnuts. The teen shook his head once again. He took the hint and let him be, "She will have no recollection of the incident. Whatsoever." Cornelius turns around. Harry put his arm around Felix's backside, making sure it was safe to do when no one else was looking, "So, that's that and no harm done," Cornelius smiled, putting his arm out. He looked over at Felix; Harry quickly let go, "And who is that?" Felix explained that Albus sent him to protect Harry. "Ah..." the minister offered them both some pea soup that they both refused.

"Mmm. Um...Prime Minister?"

"Yes?"

"I don't understand."

"Understand?"

Harry looked over at Felix, before gearing back to Fudge, "I broke the law? Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home."

"Oh, come now, Harry. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts." This made Tom laugh like a donkey making both Cornelius and Felix glare at him. He stopped laughing immediately. "On the other hand, running away like that, given the state of things, was very, very irresponsible," Raising an eyebrow at Harry while going behind the chair.

"The state of things, sir?"

"We have a killer on the loose."

"Sirius Black, you mean? But what does it have to do with me?"

"Oh...nothing, of course." Felix wanted to roll his eyes at Fudge for lying to the boy, "You're safe," Fudge shook Harry's hand. And that's what matters. Right, Felix?" The man nodded, standing up and leaning against the chair. "And tomorrow you'll be on your way to Hogwarts," Cornelius went back over to the desk in the room, "Oh, uh, these are your new textbooks." He points a pile of books on top of a vintage chest. "I took the liberty of having them brought over here for you. Now Tom will show you to your room." The landlord pulled Harry by the shirt as Felix followed behind them. The wizard stopped to get Hedwig. "Oh, by the way, Harry, while you're here, it would be best if you didn't wander without Felix."