Is That A Balloon I Can See? Nope.. It’s Just Marge Dursley
Harry
The summer holidays were going as they usually did, wake up early start cooking breakfast before his horse faced aunt came to tell him to do it along with all the other chores they could make up.
Earlier that day his school supply list showed up along with a Hogsmead permission slip - third years were allowed to go to Hogsmead if their parent/guardian signed the form - Harry thought this summer wasn’t going too badly he’d gotten an agreement that if he behaved himself for the rest of the summer, Uncle Vernon would sign it.
Easy right??
Well it was until Marge of all people had to show up.
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’KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK’
“BOY, Get the ruddy’ door!!” Uncle Vernon bellowed loudly from the lounge.
Harry sighed “Yes Uncle Vernon.” Putting the cloth and cleaning liquid down he made his way to the door and opened it.
“Still keeping you round eh’?” She grunted
“Yup.” Popping the ‘p’
“Don’t say yes in that ungrateful tone! My brother does well enough for you keeping you if it were me id ship you off to the orphanage the moment you showed up!” She said with a look of disgust and pure hatred his way.
”Wish I was a shipped off to an orphanage it’d be way better than here” Harry muttered.
Marge narrowed her eyes “What did you say you filthy ungrateful brat! My brother feeds you-” (harry rolls his eyes and tuned out the rest of her rant, a skill he’s picked up from all the times Ron and Hermione start bickering.) He gets jolted out of his daze by baggage being shoved into his bruised chest and a shout of “-WHERES MY NEFFIE-POO?”
Everything was going alright - as long as he avoided Marge and her bulldog that always seemed to have it out for him - until..—
Tsk “Where do you send the boy for school.” She said lowering her plate for the dog to eat off of
“St Brutas’ for hopeless cases.” Suppled Vernon with a slight satisfied smug smirk
“Do they use canes at St Brutas’ boy?”
Harry looked up “Oh yes. I’ve been beaten loads of times.” He replied casually
“Well if you can talk about it like nothing then they don’t use it enough. Now Vernon you need to use a firm hand on those types.” She said.
“You mustn’t blame yourself for how he turned out Vernon, It’s all to do with the blood. Bad blood will out.” She said shaking her head, patting Vernons arm “What is it the boys father did Petunia?” Marge questioned. Harry gripped the counter and kept his face blank.
“Nothing, they were unemployed.” Petunia said
Marge scoffs “A drunk too no doubt.”
He narrowed seemingly glowing eyes “That’s a lie”
“What’d you just say!” She said
“My dad wasn’t a drunk.” He said rage simmering below his skin, magic rising up making the rooms air feel thicker the lights flickering - CRASH -
The wine glass in Marge hand exploded. “Oh! Marge are you al-” Petunia said.
“Not to worry dear, not to worry. I have a very firm grip” Interrupted Marge flexing her hand around the non-existent wine glass.
Marge faced Harry pointing a stubby fat finger at him “Boy! Clean this up!” She snapped her fingers and pointed at the now broken glass. “Actually it’s nothing to do with the father. It’s all to do with the mother, if there’s something wrong with the bitch there’s something wrong with the pup!”
Harry threw the rag that he was about to use to clean up the glass onto the floor roughly “Shut up! SHUP UP!” His magic exploding out of him making the lights flicker again more harshly.
“Now you listen here Boy-” Her finger previously pointed at him was swelling, her neck following shortly after as well making the necklace she was wearing pop off and beads landed everywhere, blouse buttons popping off as she continued to swell like a balloon, soon enough she was floating out of her seat and though the patio doorway. Vernon grabbed a hold of her leg being carried up as well before he let go and dropped onto the grass.
Harry raced upstairs and scrambled to chuck his stuff inside his school trunk taking off the floorboard off he used to store stuff in. He grabbed his wand, letters, and Hedwig who was looking at him from her cage on his bedside, and hurried down the stairs trunk making thumps on the way down.
“YOU BRING HER BACK! YOU BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW!!” A purple faced Vernon shouted putting his fat meaty hand around his neck and one on his upper arm pinning him to the wall using enough force he was sure it was going to add to the bruises
Harry pointed his wand at him and he instantly backed up “She deserved what she got!”
“Y-you cant use magic outside of school boy!” Vernon said he paled making a sickly out-of-date-porridge colour on his face.
“Oh yeah? Try me.” He pointed his wand at Vernon again “Now im leaving good-bye.” Slamming the door behind him he started to make his way to King’s Cross to board the express tomorrow.