Me and Harry woke up the next morning. Both of us glanced at our Hogsmeade permission slips nervously.
"How in the world are we going to convince Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to sign these?" I ask holding up the permission slip to emphasize the point.
Harry just ran his hair through his hair and sighed. "I have no idea." He admitted. "Best we can do is ask and hope for the best."
I simply nodded. We both took deep breaths then made our way our of our room and down the stairs. We saw Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley all already up and sitting around the kitchen table.
In the center of said table sat a large, brand new television. I took another deep breath having to avoid rolling my eyes at the sight. I could still remember Dudley complaining about the walk between the fridge and tv in the living room.
So, instead of insisting that he go on a diet like a responsible set of parents would, they'd bought him a "Welcome Home for summer" Present, said tv now on the kitchen table. Now that boy never had to get up or leave the kitchen. And Dudley took full advantage, eating endlessly.
We both sat down silently, me between Dudley and Aunt Petunia, Harry between Dudley and Uncle Vernon. Like always they didn't even acknowledge our presence, and certainly there was no mention that today was our birthday. Given that it was always like this neither me or Harry really cared, we both simply took a piece of toast and started to eat, turning to the television which currently playing a news report.
"…The public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hot line has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately." The News reporter said, as the hotline number was shown for a moment, then a picture of the fugitive.
"No need to tell us he's no good," Uncle Vernon said, looking over his newspaper and at the screen in disgust. "Look at the state of him, the filthy layabout! Look at his hair!"
He shot Harry a dirty look, and I had to stop myself from flinching, and again I thanked my genes that at least my hair was naturally straight. I just stared straight at the television at the man. He looked horrid, his face gaunt, clearly he hadn't eaten much in a long time. His hair was a insane mess, and the look in his eyes looked, to put in bluntly, insane.
"The Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today —" The reporter said as Black's image disappeared, and the reporter reappeared to continue the broadcast.
"Hang on!" Uncle Vernon roared in anger, looking at the screen in anger "You didn't tell us where that maniac's escaped from! What use is that? Lunatic could be coming up the street right now!"
Aunt Petunia, in her usual nosy way, suddenly turned and glared eagerly out the window. I had to hold back a chuckle or eye roll. It was so like her to want to find Black. After all she spied on all our normal boring neighbors all the time. Trying to find a fugitive would be like a walk in the park to her.
"When will they learn," Uncle Vernon continued, banging the table with his large fist, "that hanging's the only way to deal with these people?"
"Very true," Aunt Petunia replied, squinting whilst trying to get a look inside a neighbors front window.
Uncle Vernon finished his tea, then looked at his watch, then spoke. "I'd better be off in a minute, Petunia. Marge's train gets in at ten."
Harry, whom had clearly been daydreaming about something, nearly jumped. While I groaned internally.
"Aunt Marge?" Harry asked in shock and horror."Sh—she's not coming here, is she?"
"For gods sake, not her." I muttered so softly only I could hear.
Aunt Marge was Uncle Vernon's sister, and she was the worst, even worse that the usual Dursley's were. She lived out in the country and rarely visited, but when she did it was the worst. From setting her bulldogs on us, which she bred for a living. To giving Harry dog biscuits, and me a dog leash while she gifted Dudley a computerized robot right in front of us. She'd hit us with her walking stick multiple times, and on the last visit when Harry had accidently stepped on her favorite bulldog Ripper's tail. She'd allowed the dog to chase Harry up a tree in the garden while laughing madly. Only calling him off at two in the morning.
Of course while chasing Harry the dog had bitten me badly on the arm, and all I got was sent to the cupboard with a few napkins and told I better not get any blood anywhere.
"Marge'll be here for a week," Uncle Vernon replied in a snarl, "and while we're on the subject..." Uncle Vernon pointed at both me and Harry, and continued in a dangerous undertone. "...we need to get a few things straight before I go and collect her."
I noticed Dudley, for the first time, turn away from the television screen to smirk at the pair of us, while Vernon began to bark at us like he so often did.
"Firstly," Vernon began. " both of you will keep civil tongues in your head when you're talking to Marge."
"All right," Harry replied bitterly, "if she does when she's talking to us."
"Fine." Is all I replied simply, still doing all I could not to roll my eyes.
"Secondly," Vernon continued as if we hadn't said anything. "as Marge doesn't know anything about either of your abnormalities, I don't want any—any funny stuff while she's here. You both behave yourself, got me?"
"I will if she does," Harry replied through gritted teeth.
"You do realize we can't control that right?" I asked, not expecting a reply.
"And thirdly," Uncle Vernon continued, again totally ignoring our replies, staring at us darkly, "we've told Marge you..." He turns towards Harry specifically." …attend St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys..." The Vernon turns to me. "...And we've told her you are being sent to St. Sabina's Institute for Unstable Girls."
"What?" Harry asked, in total disbelief.
"Excuse me?" I asked, offended, but not that surprised, they'd gone this far.
"And you'll be sticking to your stories, both of you, or there'll be trouble," Vernon warned, spit flying as he spoke.
I saw Harry looked white with fury as he stared at Uncle Vernon. I was literally shaking in rage. They'd told Marge I was unstable and Harry was a criminal...the nerve. To think our mother's sister was the women standing across from us.
What a birthday present.
"Well, Petunia," Uncle Vernon said in a much kinder tone now that he wasn't talking to us, as he stood up. "I'll be off to the station, then. Want to come along for the ride, Dudders?"
"No," Dudley replied, his attention back on the television, not caring any more about the conversation given that me and Harry's scolding was over.
"Duddy's got to make himself smart for his auntie," Aunt Petunia interjected lovingly, gently smoothing Dudley's hair. "Mummy's bought him a lovely new bow tie."
Uncle Vernon patted Dudley proudly on the shoulder.
"See you in a bit, then," Vernon said, as he walked out of the kitchen.
This left Aunt Petunia, whom was still glancing out the window nosily. Dudley, who was now totally obsessed with whatever dribble he was watching on television. Harry, who was sitting in his chair looking to be in a horrified shock. Finally me, who was just sitting there staring at the table, hands clasped together, trying my best not to look to annoyed and get in trouble.
Suddenly I heard a chair scoot back and looked up to see Harry quickly standing, and he motioned with his head for me to follow. I raised an eyebrow but slowly stood and followed Harry out of the kitchen, as he walked over to Uncle Vernon by the front door, putting on his coat.
"I'm not taking you two," Uncle Vernon snarled when he noticed Harry and me, though I still didn't know what Harry was up to.
"Like we wanted to come," Harry replied coldly. "We want to ask you something."
And that's when it clicked, and I had to hide the smirk on my lips.
"Yeah, something important." I added.
Uncle Vernon looked at me, then at Harry, suspiciously.
"Third years at Hog—at our school are allowed to visit the village sometimes," Harry explained carefully.
"It's a really big deal." I added.
"So?" Uncle Vernon replied in a annoyed tone, taking his car keys off the hook they were kept on.
"We need you to sign our permission forms," Harry replied quickly.
"Pretty Please?" I asked, flashing my eyelashes and trying to be respectful and polite even though I knew it had very little chance of working.
"And why should I do that?" sneered Uncle Vernon.
"Well," Harry replied slowly, choosing the right words. "it'll be hard work, pretending to Aunt Marge I go to that St. Whatsits—"
"Yeah, and I may have a hard time remembering St. Sabina's nut house—"
"St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, and St. Sabina's Institute for Unstable Girls!" Vernon interrupted with a clearly panicked roar.
"Exactly," Harry replied calmly, looking Uncle Vernon right in the eyes, "It's a lot to remember. We'll have to make it sound convincing, won't we? What if one of us accidentally let something slip?"
"Mention's the M or H words? What if we accidently let Marge learn what we really are?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You'll both get the stuffing knocked out of you, won't you?" Vernon replies in fury, storming towards us fist raised. I couldn't help but flinch slightly, but luckily Harry calmly stood his ground.
"Knocking the stuffing out of us won't make Aunt Marge forget what we could tell her," Harry replied worriedly.
I took a deep breath, then added. "Yeah, what would Marge think if she knew what we really were? What would she think of you?" I added.
Vernon now froze, his fist still raised, looking at the both of us with fury.
"But if you sign our permission forms," Harry continued in a quick tone, "We swear we'll remember where we're supposed to go to school, and we'll act like Mug—like we're normal and everything."
"Yeah, Not a mention of any of our, abnormalities, as you like to put it." I added, flashing him the most innocent and sincere smile I could.
Vernon, though still looking furious and that a vein was about to pop, was clearly thinking it over.
"Right," Vernon finally replied. "I shall monitor both your behaviors carefully during Marge's visit. If, at the end of it, both of you have toed the line and kept to the story, I'll sign your ruddy forms."
And with that Uncle Vernon turned, and stormed out of the house without another word. Slamming the door on his way out with such force, that one of the small glass pieces above the door fell out.
"Well that was fun." I said as I looked down at said glass piece.
Harry sighed. "Come on, if we're going to have to act like Muggle's for a full week then we need to get our room in order."
I simply nodded. "Let's go."
Without another word the two of us bolted up to our room and got to work. It was sad, having to put all our presents, cards, parcels, and anything at all related to the magical world away. But getting those forms sighed, being able to go to Hogsmeade with Lisa and Anthony, especially being able to purchase books from Tomes and Scrolls, the book store in Hogsmeade that'd all the older Ravenclaw's swore was amazing, would be worth it.
We put everything in the loose floorboard under the bed with our homework. Finally all that was left of the wizarding world was Uric, Hedwig, and Errol whom were all sleeping in Uric and Hedwig's cages.
So with heavy hearts the two of us walked over and gently woke all three Owl's up.
"Hedwig," Harry said sadly, "you're going to have to clear off for a week. Go with Errol. Ron'll look after you. I'll write him a note, explaining. And don't look at me like that" Hedwig's eyes were filled disappointment. "it's not my fault. It's the only way I'll be allowed to visit Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione."
"You too Uric." I said looking at him. "I'll send you to Anthony's with a letter. You'll need to stay with him for a week." I added. And though Uric also looked disappointed, he hooted in understanding.
Me and Harry quickly wrote our respective letters, then tied them to the legs or Hedwig and Uric, and set the pair along with Errol of. We then sadly put our respective owl cages into the wardrobe. Harry was brooding over having to put everything away, especially having to send Hedwig away.
"Hey." I say softly. "It's just a week, besides, I think Hedwig will have way more fun in Egypt than here anyways." I try and cheer him up.
"I know." Harry sighs. "It's just, all our gifts from last night, our pets, we have to pretend like they don't exist. Especially for Marge." Harry frowns.
I slowly nod. "It's just one week, we can do this." I try and encourage him.
Harry takes a deep breath, then nods. "One week."
Before we could continue our conversation, we both hear the loud yelling of Aunt Petunia calling us.
"Get down here now so you're both ready to welcome Aunt Marge!" She shrieks.
Me and Harry share a resigned look. Then quickly make our way back down stairs and see Aunt Petunia standing there.
"Do something about your hair!" She snapped at Harry as soon as we reached the hall. "And you smooth your clothes!" She growled at me.
Both me and Harry did as we were told, but neither of us saw the point. Aunt Marge liked to point out our mistakes and criticize us anyways, so it's not like it mattered how flat Harry's hair or how smooth my clothes were.
We heard the sound of a car pulling in the drive, and me and Harry shared one last look as we heard footsteps approaching the front door.
"Get the door!" Aunt Petunia ordered Harry in a hiss. "And you just stay quiet unless spoken too!" Petunia ordered me.
I took a deep breath as Harry opened the door to reveal Marge. She looked just like Uncle Vernon with a large round body, a angry looking face, and even a mustache, though not nearly as full as is. Under one arm was her large suitcase, under the other her horribly mean bulldog Ripper.
"Where's my Dudders?" Aunt Marge boomed. "Where's my neffy-poo?"
Down the hall come Dudley. His hair combed, a bow tie strapped onto his shirt. While Dudley approached Aunt Marge shoved her suitcase right into Harry without warning, which clearly caused him quite a bit of pain.
I gave Harry a sympathetic look, while Marge hugged Dudley with one arm and planted a kiss on his cheek. I had to hold back a smirk when I saw a twenty-pound note in Dudley's fist. Of course Vernon and Petunia had paid Dudley off, he hated her hugs and only put up with them because of said bribes.
"Petunia!" Marge then shouted, as she walked past me and Harry as if we didn't exist. The two women embraced. As Uncle Vernon walked into the house and shut the door, a warm look on his face.
"Tea, Marge?" Vernon asked. "And what will Ripper take?"
"Ripper can have some tea out of my saucer," Marge replied as Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Marge, and Dudley all moved to the kitchen, giving me and Harry a temporary respite as I looked at Harry.
"You okay?" I asked him softly, motioning to the suitcase.
"Yeah, just, got the wind knocked out of me." He replied with a sigh.
"I'm sorry."
"Let's just get this up to the guest room." Harry said, motioning to the suitcase. "and lets take as long as possible, the longer away from Marge the better."
I nodded as I took the other end of the large suitcase and the two of us started slowly up the stairs. We went as slow as we could, but eventually we placed the large suitcase in the guest room and had no choise but to make our way back down to the kitchen.
When we arrived we saw the Dursley's and Marge were all sitting at the table, tea and fruitcake dotting the table. In the corner Ripper was drinking tea from Marge's saucer, getting tea droplets on the floor much to Aunt Petunia's silent annoyance.
"Who's looking after the other dogs, Marge?" asked Uncle Vernon.
"Oh, I've got Colonel Fubster managing them," Aunt Marge replied. "He's retired now, good for him to have something to do. But I couldn't leave poor old Ripper. He pines if he's away from me."
As if on cue, Ridder began to growl as me and Harry sat down, and this directed Aunt Marge's attention to us for the first time since she arrived.
"So!" Marge asked us in a growl. "Still here, are you?"
"Yes," Harry replied simply.
"We are." I replied just as simply.
"Don't you two say 'yes' and 'we are' in those ungrateful tones," Aunt Marge said. "It's damn good of Vernon and Petunia to keep you two. Wouldn't have done it myself. Both of You would have gone straight to an orphanage if you'd been dumped on my doorstep."
If only we were so lucky I thought, and I could tell Harry was thinking the same thing. But remembering Hogsmeade Harry and I tried to smile and be polite despite how painful it was for both of us.
"Don't you two smirk at me!" Aunt Marge roared. "I can see both of you haven't improved since I last saw you. I hoped school would knock some manners into you two." Marge drank a large drink of tea, wiped her mustache, then continued. "Where is it that you send him, again, Vernon?" She asked referring to just Harry.
"St. Brutus's," Uncle Vernon replied quickly. "It's a first-rate institution for hopeless cases."
"I see, and her?" She then asked about me.
"St. Sabina's" Vernon again answered quickly. "A great place to send mental headaches."
Marge nodded then turned back to us.
"Do they use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy?" Marge asked Harry.
"Er—" Harry began looking at Vernon who nodded. "Yes, all the time." Harry replied, clearly trying to go above and beyond.
"Excellent," Marge replied, then turned to me. "And You, how often do they beat you at this St. Sabina's?"
"They do, often." I reply, doing the same as Harry.
"Good." Marge nodded in approval "I won't have this namby-pamby, wishy-washy nonsense about not hitting people who deserve it. A good thrashing is what's needed in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. Have you two been beaten often?"
"Oh, yeah," Harry replied, "loads of times."
"At least once a day, if not more." I add.
Aunt Marge narrowed her eyes at us.
"I still don't like your tones," she said. "If you two can speak of your beatings in that casual way, they clearly aren't hitting either one of you hard enough. Petunia, I'd write if I were you. Make it clear that you approve the use of extreme force in both of there cases."
Clearly Uncle Vernon was worried that if this conversation continued, then we'd forget the deal we'd made and break. So he interjected.
"Heard the news this morning, Marge? What about that escaped prisoner, eh?" Vernon said, and thankfully Marge turned her attention, for now, away from us as me and Harry shared a knowing look.
This was going to be a long week.
The next few days were hell around Privet Drive. While Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia usually wanted me and Harry to stay in our room or outside, Aunt Marge thought the two of us should be under her constant watch so she could tell Uncle Vernon and Aunt Marge what best could be done to, quote on quote, "Make our Miserable selves just a little more manageable for them."
She also loved to treat Dudley like he was the perfect child. She showered him with gifts, anything from video games to expensive clothing. And the whole time she'd glare at me and Harry as if daring us to ask why we didn't get anything.
The worst part about Marge however, was whenever she would tell Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia why we were so horrid...
"You mustn't blame yourself for the way the boy and girl's turned out, Vernon," Marge said as we ate lunch on the third day of her visit. "If there's something rotten on the inside, there's nothing anyone can do about it."
Both me and Harry looked at our plates. Trying our best to ignore her. I really wanted to roll my eyes and tell her off, but I bit my tounge. Hogsmeade, just get through this hellish week and get the form signed so you can go.
I glanced over at Harry. He too was trying to be quiet, bit I noticed his hands shaking and his face getting red with fury and I realized he was having and even worse time than me.
His Damn Gryffindor personality, so brave and amazing at times, but could also make him so emotional.
"It's one of the basic rules of breeding," Aunt Marge was saying as she reached for her glass of wine. "You see it all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll be something wrong with the pup —"
Suddenly the wine glass she was holding shattered into a million pieces, glass flying everywhere as Marge eyes widened in surprise and the Dursley's all jumped back. Harry had a startled look on his face, and glanced at him in shock and nervousness.
"Marge!" Aunt Petunia squealed in worry, "Marge, are you all right?"
Of course not at all concerned Marge had just called her deceased sister a bitch I thought darkly, glancing at her, then back at Harry still confused.
"Not to worry," Aunt Marge grunted, wiping her face with her napkin. "Must have squeezed it too hard. Did the same thing at Colonel Fubster's the other day. No need to fuss, Petunia, I have a very firm grip …"
However Vernon and Petunia didn't look so convinced, in fact they were glaring at both me and Harry as if they knew that somehow magic was involved...
Harry stood, muttering he wasn't hungry for dessert, then quickly left...I did the same and luckily Marge and the Dursley's let us go.
As soon as we were out of earshot in the hall I turned to him.
"Did you do that?" I asked him softly.
"I...I think so I...just what she said about mum I..." Harry replied, clearly still furious yet trying to get ahold of himself.
"I know." I whispered. "Just...a few more days Harry. Hogsmeade."
Harry took a deep breath and nodded. "Hogsmeade." He replied then gave me a nervous look. "You...think the Ministry will be mad given I..." Harry trailed off.
I bit my bottom lip. "I don't think so. I think accidental magic isn't the same, after all we used to do it all the time before we even knew about Hogwarts." I replied in a whisper.
Harry ran his hands through his hair. "I hope you're right." He replied.
Before either of us could continue on with our conversation, we heard the Dursley's and Aunt Marge standing from the table, and me and Harry took our cue to race up stairs and out of mind...at least for tonight.
Another three day's dragged on slowly. It was much of the same. Marge would criticize me and Harry, give gifts to Dudley, and tell Vernon and Petunia different "Methods." in her view would make me and Harry not as awful.
Both me and him did out best to ignore her. I thought of anything I could, Hogsmeade, Lisa and Anthony, anything to ignore the constant blabbering from Marge. Harry, for his part, was doing a good job to ignore her. He'd told me he'd simply think of, Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare, whenever Marge started. It was working, though it did make him glaze over when Marge would talk to him and she started to talk about how Harry, and me by extension, were "mentally subnormal."
Still, we managed until if was the final night before Marge left. I was forced by Aunt Petunia to help make a massive meal of soup and salmon and many other foods me and Harry would hardly get any of, for the occasion.
Vernon also uncorked several bottles of wine. And I had to take a deep breath. Sober Vernon and Marge were bad enough, but the drunk forms were even worse.
Just...one more meal...get through this and get the form signed.
Luckily most of the meal had passed without Marge mentioning me or Harry's supposed faults. The soup, the salmon, all that was left was the lemon meringue pie. And luckily Vernon was boring everyone with another of his long stories of his time at Grunnings.
Aunt Petunia then made some coffee, and for some reason I couldn't begin to fathom Uncle Vernon brought out some Brandy.
"Can I tempt you, Marge?" Vernon offered Marge some Brandy, and me and Harry shared a quick look.
Marge was already pretty drunk off the wine. And all me and Harry could do was sit there and watch.
"Just a small one, then," Marge chuckled as Vernon began to pour her some Brandy. "A bit more than that … and a bit more … that's the ticket."
I took a quick glance around the table. Harry was simply looking at his plate and trying to avoid any attention, Dudley was currently eating a fourth piece of pie, Aunt Petunia was sipping on the coffee, and Vernon was giving both me and Harry a look that said we weren't allowed to leave the table like the other night.
"Aah," Marge said as soon as she finished the glass of Brandy, placing the empty glass down on the table. "Excellent nosh, Petunia. It's normally just a fry-up for me of an evening, with twelve dogs to look after. …" Marge let out a disgusting burp, patting her massive belly. "Pardon me. But I do like to see a healthy-sized boy," Marge slurred on, winking at Dudley "You'll be a proper-sized man, Dudders, like your father. Yes, I'll have a spot more brandy, Vernon. …"
Vernon began to pour her mom Brandy...as Marge then turned towards Harry.
"This one's got a mean, runty look about him. You get that with dogs. I had Colonel Fubster drown one last year. Ratty little thing it was. Weak. Underbred." Marge said of Harry, whom looked like he was desperately trying not to blow a casket.
Then Marge turned to me. "And the girl, she's clearly not going to be anything more than someone's breeding dog." Marge said and I went very pale and really wanted to hex the women with the worst of spells. "Yes, some may thing she's the farthest thing from it." Marge said then turned to both of us.
"It all comes down to blood, as I was saying the other day. Bad blood will out. Now, I'm saying nothing against your family, Petunia" — Marge patted Petunia on the hand — "but your sister was a bad egg. They turn up in the best families. Then she ran off with a wastrel and here's the result right in front of us."
Harry stared at his plate, clearly trying his best to ignore the women. While I just looked at Marge, then Petunia, I still couldn't believe Petunia hated her deceased sister this much that she would just let Marge talk like this. Still, another part of me wasn't that surprised.
"This Potter," Marge continued, grabbing the Brandy bottle and once again filling her glass "you never told me what he did?"
Vernon and Petunia both looked very tense, and even Dudley know looked up from his pie at the unfolding scene.
"He — didn't work," Vernon stuttered out, giving both me and Harry a glance. "Unemployed."
"As I expected!" Marge exclaimed as she took another large drink of the Brandy, using her sleeve to wipe her chin. "A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who —"
"He was not," Harry said suddenly. I turned and as mad and horrified as I was, Harry looked ten times. He was shaking in fury, and I couldn't blame him.
"MORE BRANDY!" The white faced Uncle Vernon yelled, pouring the rest of the Brandy into Aunt Marge's glass before turning to me and Harry. "You, boy," he snarled at Harry and also turned to me. "You too girl. Go to bed, go on —"
"No, Vernon," Aunt Marge interjected through a drunken hiccup, glaring at Harry with her bloodshot eyes.. "Go on, boy, go on. Proud of your parents, are you? They go and get themselves killed in a car crash (drunk, I expect) —"
"They didn't die in a car crash!" Harry roared in reply, suddenly getting to his feet.
"Harry—" I tried to interject, not because I didn't understand, but because I knew nothing good would come of this.
But it was to late as Marge interrupted me.
"They died in a car crash, you nasty little liar, and left you and your sister to be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives!" Marge roared, swelling in fury. "You are both insolent, ungrateful little —"
Suddenly Marge stopped talking and for a moment there was a tense silence. Harry was breathing heavily, I was holding my breath, and Marge, whom I assumed was simply swelling in rage, but this was something more. She kept swelling, kept expanding. She couldn't speak, couldn't do anything other than keep expanding like a balloon. Button popped off and hit the far wall.
"MARGE!" Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia screamed together in horror and shock as Marge began to float off her chair, now almost fully round as she floated towards the ceiling. Harry now had the same shocked look I did as I finally took a breath, and Ripper came racing into the room, barking madly.
"NOOOOOOO!" Vernon screamed in horror, jumping up and trying to grab Marge's leg and pull her back down, but it was no use. She kept floating, as Ripper tried to help Vernon by biting onto his leg.
Suddenly, while the Dursley's were all focused on Marge, Harry quickly bolted from the room. Rage still on his face, I glanced at him, then the Dursley's, then got up and ran after.
"Where are you going!?" I asked in confusion and nerves.
"I can't stay here Sarah, I can't." Harry said with such conviction as he walked up to the Cupboard we'd once shared, which magically burst open as Harry grabbed his Red Trunk.
"Harry you can't just..." I tried to say, but he shook his head.
"It's to late Sarah, I messed up. Our forms, the Ministry...I'm leaving...I won't force you to..."
"No...No I won't let you go alone." I replied grabbing my blue trunk from the cupboard.
Harry, for a split second smiled. "Thanks." He said as me and him dragged our trunks to the door. "Guard them, I'll get our books and everything else from our room." Harry said.
I nodded and guarded our trunks as soon Harry came back down with our presents, books, and Uric and Hedwig's empty cages.
Just as Uncle Vernon burst out of the dining room, blood pouring down his leg and staining his pants from where Ripper had bit him.
"COME BACK IN HERE!" Vernon roared at both of us. "COME BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!"
But Harry, fury still etched on his face, kicked open his trunk and grabbed his wand...pointing it at Vernon as again I couldn't help but stare in shock.
"She deserved it," Harry roared through quick breaths "She deserved what she got. You keep away from us." Harry said as I opened the door for us.
"We're going," Harry said. "We've had enough."
Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage, I grabbed my trunk and Uric's cage...
"Don't try and follow us." I said in a warning tone as I turned and walked out the door. Harry quickly followed as me and him made our way out onto the quiet and dark street of Privet Drive.