Petunia was seething with anger as she heard Marge's insult towards her beloved sister, Lily. Without hesitation, she grabbed the kitchen knife and lunged at Marge.
"You will not speak ill of my sister, you worthless piece of garbage!" Petunia shouted as she stabbed Marge repeatedly, blood gushing out of her body. Marge tried to fight back, but she was no match for Petunia's rage.
After what felt like an eternity, Marge lay motionless on the ground, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Harry, who had witnessed the gruesome scene, was paralyzed with fear.
Petunia, however, snapped him out of it. "We need to get rid of the body, Harry. I can't let anyone find out what I did."
They wrapped Marge's body in a large sheet and carried it to the backyard.
They dug a deep hole and buried Marge's body, Petunia muttering a prayer under her breath.
They returned to the house, their hands shaking with fear and adrenaline.
"We can't tell anyone about this, Harry. It's our little secret," Petunia said, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light.
Harry nodded, knowing that he could never reveal the truth about what had happened that fateful night.
"She deserved it, Harry. Nobody insults my sister."