Chapter 2
In the Dursleys' living room, the air was heavy. Aunt Marge, Vernon's sister, was settled in one of the armchairs, holding a glass of wine. She was on a week-long visit to the Dursley home, and Harry Potter was more than accustomed to her constant insults and taunts. He tried to focus on his chores, ignoring the comments, but that night, the situation began to spiral out of control.
Marge was growing increasingly drunk and insolent. She spoke in a loud, deep voice, gesticulating aggressively as she lectured about the misbehavior of children and how it reflected on their parents’ character.
"I’ve always said, Vernon, that there’s nothing good about a boy like that. Bad people raise bad people, that’s what I always say." She raised her glass in a toast to her brother. "Come on, Vernon, toast to the values of a good family. Like ours."
Harry felt his hand tremble as he washed the dishes. He kept his eyes on the plate he was holding, trying to ignore the growing anger that was boiling inside him. He had promised himself that he would keep his cool, but Marge continued to attack him, and he felt the magic bubbling dangerously.
"Take your parents, for example," she continued, her voice growing louder and sharper. "That father of yours... what a worthless man. And your mother... you know what they say about her, don’t you? She was a whore. There couldn’t be any other explanation. People like that must have a bad gene."
"If he had been raised properly, maybe he wouldn’t be this thing... this misfit." Marge took a sip of her wine, wiping the excess saliva from her mouth. "That’s what happens when there’s no proper discipline. This breed... They need a firm hand!"
Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Don’t talk about my parents like that," he murmured, his voice tense.
"Parents? What parents? People like your mother are a disgrace!" Marge shot back, her face growing redder. "A disgrace to the Dursley name! All those people deserve is a little serious discipline."
Something snapped inside Harry. He felt the pressure around him increase. He was trying not to think about anything, trying to stay calm, but the magic was beyond his control. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise, like a balloon being inflated. He looked up and, to his astonishment, saw Aunt Marge growing larger.
Her face, already red with anger, began to swell, and her body started to expand, her clothes stretching and threatening to tear. Marge's look shifted from drunkenness to fear. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a squeak escaped. She was inflating like a balloon.
"Vernon!" she screamed, her pudgy hands floating above the table, her feet beginning to lift off the ground. "DO SOMETHING!"
Vernon and Aunt Petunia started shouting, trying to grab her by the feet, but they couldn’t hold on. Marge continued to rise, her inflated, round figure bumping against the ceiling of the room. Chaos ensued as Harry, still breathing heavily, watched the scene with a mix of terror and satisfaction.
"ENOUGH!" Harry finally exploded. He knew he couldn’t stay there for another minute. He ran upstairs, grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage, and dashed out of the house, leaving behind a desperate Vernon trying to pull his sister back down to the ground.