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Adult +
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Run away: Part One
A/N:
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Chapter 3: Run away: Part One
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After the end of Harry's first year, Dumbledore Had told Harry that, after his birthday, he was going to send someone to pick him up from Private Drive.
The Weasley's had been the ones to pick him up from his hellhole of a family.
**FLASH BACK**
It was July 30 th, Harry was by the window, looking out of his bars. When Harry arrived to his families house, he found that his bedroom window had bars on them.
He got up, and went to start packing, the very little things the he possessed, into his trunk. He had sneaked out of his room the night before to retrieve his trunk, his Uncle had taken his wand and his trunk, and placed it the cupboard under the stairs.
First he started to take everything from the year before, then he started to place his old school books from the year before at the bottom, along with his extra parchments and quills. Then he started to fold the clothes that still fitted then his broom, since he had made it the Slytherin Quidditch team as their seeker. All because of one of Draco's joke, to the Gryffindor's, a Neville Longbottom. Harry had only gotten on his broom to keep Draco out of trouble, when Draco threw the Remembrall high into the air and streaked back toward the ground. Harry, had seen everything as in slow motion. With out thinking, he leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down-- next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball--wind whistled in his ears, mingle with the screams of people watching, including Draco-- he starched out his hand-- a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.
Draco had rush over to him, making sure that Harry was alright.
"HARRY POTTER!" Boomed a voice from behind them...
And that was how he had been picked to be their Seeker. Professor Snape had been just on his way to the castle from the forbidden forest, when he saw Harry.
He heard a roaring sound. It sounded like the engine of a car, he turn around to look out of his window, and there stood a car, hovering in mid air. Inside the car were three red heads. Ron Weasley, George Weasley and Fred Weasley. Harry finished packing and off they went, to the Burrow.
Though they had never spoken to each other in school, Harry and Ron got along fairly well, through out the summer, And amazingly, through out the whole school year as well. Even Draco started to talk to Ron, though they still had their bickering moments they never tried to kill one another.
**End Of Flash Back**
So here he was July 30 th 11:59 PM, with only a few seconds left till it was his birthday, and back at the burrow. He had packed everything this morning. All that was left was for someone to show up and take him away.
Tap. Tap. Tap
Harry look over to the window and saw Hedwig, with an envelope on her beak. He quickly went to let her in. she flew to his shoulder and ruffled his head lovingly. Then jumped to the bed, waiting for him to take the envelope. Harry laughed, taking the offensive envelope from her. Kissing her lightly on her feathery head.
Inside was a note from Dumbledore, informing Harry that the Weasley wouldn't be able to pick him up that day. that they would be arriving tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM sharp.
Harry wasn't happy to say the least. His Aunt Marge was visiting today. He really wasn't looking forward to it.
Sighing in resignation, Harry turn to his bed, Hedwig had already return to her cage. He removed his clothing only staying with his silk slytherin green boxer(a Christmas gift from Draco) and went to bed. He was out as soon as his head touched his pillow.
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Harry woke up at nine thirty seven in the morning. He rush with his morning ritual and hurry to make breakfast for the Dursley's. He had less then Half an hour before Aunt Marge got here.
With that in mind, he started to fry a plate full of eggs, bacon, sausages, he put some muffins to bake, and some bread on the toaster. He was just finishing buttering the last toast, when the door bell rang.
'Fuck, Aunt Marge is here...Please let her ignore me, please Merlin, please...' He thought to himself.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon bellow, "Where is our breakfast?" he demanded.
"Just one minute" Harry called out, to the dinning room from the kitchen.
"BOY! Don't you take that tone with your Uncle, you ungrateful, you!" shouted Marge.
"Sorry, Madam" Harry murmur. Placing two plates on his left arm, full of eggs and bacon, on his right hand he carry the plate of sausages. Quietly he placed them on the center on the table, then went back into the kitchen. Again he place two 'plates' on his left arm, the plate of toast and the basket of muffins, and on his right hand he took a pot of tea.
Again carefully placing them on the table, without looking at anyone. He return to the kitchen to eat his own breakfast, 1 egg, a slice of bacon, a toast, and a muffin. He knew better then to take anymore then that.
"Boy! What happen to Dudley's orange juice?" Yelled Aunt Petunia. Harry curse under his breath.
"Just a second" said Harry. He hurriedly got the juice and almost ran to the dinning room. "Sorry" he said softly, placing the juice in front of Dudley.
"You better be sorry, you ungrateful, slug. You should be thankful that you have a home, had you been dump on my front doors, I would have taken you to an orphanage" said Aunt Marge.
"Yes, Aunt Marge. I am very grateful, in fact I thank my lucky stars that Uncle Vernon here" he said tilting his head to Vernons direction, "makes me do all of the garden chore, and once in a while hits me, for just being alive. Reticule me on every chance that he has. I am tankful that Aunt Petunia always makes me cook and clean the house. That Dudley and his goo...Friends use me like a punching bag. Yes, Aunt Marge I am very thankful to all those things." He said all this in a obvious sarcastic voice.
SLAP!
"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY SISTER THAT WAY, YOU SON OF A BASTARD!!???" Uncle Vernon bellow, smacking Harry so hard that he tumble to the floor. "YOU WILL GO TO YOUR ROOM AND NOT COME OUT UNTIL IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO MAKE DINNER. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" He was already turning purple.
Harry knowing that this was not a good sign, simply nodded. He attempted to get up, but Vernon kicked him so hard on his stomached/chess. A loud sickening creak, sounded in the whole of the dinning room, companionate with Harry's scream of agony, this was caused because of a few ribs to breaking.
"Know, GOT THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT!" He once again yelled. All around them both, Petunia, Dudley and Marge looked on in satisfaction.
Marge had this evil glint in her eyes. That would have sicken Harry, had he been looking.
With difficulty Harry got up, hunched over hold his sides. Having difficulty breathing. He half walked and Half dragged him self to his room.
Once inside he took an old shirt, and used it to clean his face. He walked to his trunk and pulled out the healing boom, he had learned to make the year before, with the help of Draco, of course.
Slowly with lots of care, Harry started to apply it to his ribs cage. This boom was really good because it healed almost everything. Although it did not emend bones. For that reason Harry once again started rummaging through his trunk and with draw a vial with a pail white substance in it.
Harry uncorked it and downed it in one swig. Grimacing at the taste.
"Sorry girl, I wasn't able to bring anything with me for you to eat." said
Harry to Hedwig, who hooted softly in understanding and sympathy. "If it helps in any way, I didn't eat much either" he added softly. Again she hooted sympathetically.
He made his way to him bed. He fluffed his pillow with one hand, while the other held his still aching ribs. Then his fixed the covers and lay down.
Trying to breath softly so as not to hurt any more. Slowly he surrender to the blessed darkness.
Hedwig seeing that her master, had been once again abuse, ruffled her wings in annoyance. It pained her to see him, in pain and hungry. Looking towered the window, she flew out. Harry had left it open for her, for fresh air to circulate the room. He had opened her cage before going to bed.
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Grunting lightly in pain, Harry slowly started to open his eyes. As slowly as humanly possible, he started to sit up. His ribs, no longer hurt as much as earlier, but that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt.
As he did this, he notice that Hedwig had brought with her a dead rodent.
"Hedwig! Now why would you bring your meals into my bed?" He questioned her.
She hopped softly to him, and drop the rodent next to him. Harry looked at her, perplexed. She nudged it twice with her head, and hooted softly.
"Is this for me girl?" He asked in a heavy voice, both from sleep, and from the emotions he was feeling.
She hooted in affirmative, happy that he understood that she had gone hunting for him, to help feed her master and beloved friend.
"Thank you girl!" He said, a single tear making it's way down his left cheek. "No one has cared enough for me to make sure that I am fed well." he told her. She flew to his shoulder, and nipped his ear affectionately, spreading light kisses al over his left side neck, ear, and cheek,darting her little tong to lick his single tear, to leave no evidence of how much these monster had hurt her master.
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After recomposing himself, Harry walk to the loo, did his business and washed his face. Finishing with that, he went sown stairs to start Dinner.
Luckily, for him that it, his "family" stayed out side on the terrace.
Being in pain, gave to no want, to cook anything.
He decided to make something simple. He started seasoning the chicken, then put some baby carrots to steam, and some potatoes to bake. He chose to make steam chicken then to bake it like he had originally planed on doing. After the potatoes were well cooked, he put some rolls to bake. He put the baby carrots on a plate, then went to the refrigerator. He took out some ham, a block of cheddar cheese, sour cream and butter. He diced the ham, them he shredded some cheese into a small bowl, and microwave till melted. He put some butter on a small bowl too and set it close to the stove, so that it soften a bit. At last minute he decided to chop a bit of chive, for the baked potatoes.
Once everything was finish he placed everything on the table nicely. While the Dursley started eating, Harry went back into the kitchen. He took a Ziploc bag, and put a bit of chicken for Hedwig.
He ate everything as quickly as he could with out choking, in order not to be left with out food again. He had hardly ate anything this morning and was given nothing for lunch, he was starving.
When he went back into the dinning room, to pick up the plates, Aunt Marge was talking about bad blood and how unfortunate that Petunias nephew was such a disgrace.
"You mustn't blame yourself for the way the boy's turned out, Vernon," she was saying. "If there's something rotten on the inside, there's nothing anyone can do about it."
Harry tried to concentrate on his task, but his hands shook and his face was starting to burn with anger. 'Remember the form', he told himself. The form was an authorize for him to be able to go to Hogsmeade. They(his uncle and him) had made a deal that Harry wasn't going to use his freakiness and Vernon would sign the slip. 'Think about Hogsmeade. Don't say anything. Don't rise--'
Aunt Marge reached for her wine glass.
"It's one of the basic rules of breeding," she said. "You see all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll something wrong with the pup--"
At that moment the wineglass Aunt Marge was holding exploded in her hand. Shards of glass flew in every direction and Aunt Marge sputtered and blinked, her great ruddy face dripping.
"Marge!" squealed Aunt Petunia. "Marge, are you all right?"
"Not to worry," grunted Aunt Marge, mopping 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..."
But Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were both looking at Harry suspiciously, so he decided he'd better skip dessert and escape from the dinning room.
Outside in the hall, he leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. It had been a ling time since he'd lost control and made something explode. He couldn't afford to let it happen again. The Hogsmeade form wasn't the only thing at stake-- if he carried on like that, he be in trouble with the Ministry of Magic. Harry after all was still an underage wizard, and was forbidden by wizard law to do magic outside school.
"BOY! GIVE YOUR AUNT MARGE MORE BRANDY!" Harry was starter by his Uncle yelling at him. With a heavy sigh Harry walked back into the room.
"He --didn't work," Harry didn't miss the slight pause, of his Uncle, when he walked back into the dinning room. Vernon with a half glance at Harry continue, "Unemployed"
"As I expected!" said Aunt Marge, taking a huge swig of brandy, from the glass Harry had just filled. She wiped her shin on her sleeve. "A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who--"
"He was not," said Harry suddenly. He had enough. The table/room went very quiet. Harry was shaking all over. He had never felt so angry in his life.
"MORE BRANDY!" yelled Uncle Vernon, who had gone very white. He emptied the bottle into Aunt Marge's glass. "You, boy," he snarled at Harry. "Go to bed, go on--"
"No, Vernon," hiccupped Aunt Marge, holding up a hand, her tiny bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry's. "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!" said Harry, who found himself on his feet.
"They died in a car crash, you nasty liar, and left you to be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives! screamed Aunt Marge, swelling with fury. "You are insolent, ungrateful little--"
But Aunt Marge suddenly stopped speaking. For a moment, it looked as though words had failed her. She seemed to be swelling with inexpressible anger--but the swelling didn't stop. Her great red face started to expand, her tiny eyes bulged, and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech--next second, several button had just burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls-- she was inflating like a monstrous balloon, her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband, each of her fingers blowing up like a salami--
"MARGE!" yelled Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia together as Aunt Marge's whole body began to rise off her chair toward the ceiling. She was entirely round, now, like a vast life buoy with piggy eyes, and her hand and feet stuck out weirdly as she drifted up into the air, making apoplectic popping noise. Ripper, Aunt Marge's dog, came skidding into the room, barking madly.
"NOOOOOOOOOO"
Uncle Vernon seized one of Marge's feet, trying, but failing miserably to pull her down again, but was almost lifted the floor himself.
Harry took the opportunity, and tore from the dining room before anyone could stop him, heading up stair for his trunk, and Hedwig.
In seconds, he had heaved his trunk, and Hedwig's empty cage, to the front door.
"COME BACK IN HERE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. "COME BACK AND OUT HER RIGHT!"
But a reckless rage had come over Harry. He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon.
"She deserved it," Harry said,breathing very fast. "She deserved what she got. You keep away from me."
He fumble behind him for the latch on the door.
"I'm going," Harry said. "I've had enough."
And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwig's cage under his arm.
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Chapter 3: Run away: Part One
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After the end of Harry's first year, Dumbledore Had told Harry that, after his birthday, he was going to send someone to pick him up from Private Drive.
The Weasley's had been the ones to pick him up from his hellhole of a family.
**FLASH BACK**
It was July 30 th, Harry was by the window, looking out of his bars. When Harry arrived to his families house, he found that his bedroom window had bars on them.
He got up, and went to start packing, the very little things the he possessed, into his trunk. He had sneaked out of his room the night before to retrieve his trunk, his Uncle had taken his wand and his trunk, and placed it the cupboard under the stairs.
First he started to take everything from the year before, then he started to place his old school books from the year before at the bottom, along with his extra parchments and quills. Then he started to fold the clothes that still fitted then his broom, since he had made it the Slytherin Quidditch team as their seeker. All because of one of Draco's joke, to the Gryffindor's, a Neville Longbottom. Harry had only gotten on his broom to keep Draco out of trouble, when Draco threw the Remembrall high into the air and streaked back toward the ground. Harry, had seen everything as in slow motion. With out thinking, he leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down-- next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball--wind whistled in his ears, mingle with the screams of people watching, including Draco-- he starched out his hand-- a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.
Draco had rush over to him, making sure that Harry was alright.
"HARRY POTTER!" Boomed a voice from behind them...
And that was how he had been picked to be their Seeker. Professor Snape had been just on his way to the castle from the forbidden forest, when he saw Harry.
He heard a roaring sound. It sounded like the engine of a car, he turn around to look out of his window, and there stood a car, hovering in mid air. Inside the car were three red heads. Ron Weasley, George Weasley and Fred Weasley. Harry finished packing and off they went, to the Burrow.
Though they had never spoken to each other in school, Harry and Ron got along fairly well, through out the summer, And amazingly, through out the whole school year as well. Even Draco started to talk to Ron, though they still had their bickering moments they never tried to kill one another.
**End Of Flash Back**
So here he was July 30 th 11:59 PM, with only a few seconds left till it was his birthday, and back at the burrow. He had packed everything this morning. All that was left was for someone to show up and take him away.
Tap. Tap. Tap
Harry look over to the window and saw Hedwig, with an envelope on her beak. He quickly went to let her in. she flew to his shoulder and ruffled his head lovingly. Then jumped to the bed, waiting for him to take the envelope. Harry laughed, taking the offensive envelope from her. Kissing her lightly on her feathery head.
Inside was a note from Dumbledore, informing Harry that the Weasley wouldn't be able to pick him up that day. that they would be arriving tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM sharp.
Harry wasn't happy to say the least. His Aunt Marge was visiting today. He really wasn't looking forward to it.
Sighing in resignation, Harry turn to his bed, Hedwig had already return to her cage. He removed his clothing only staying with his silk slytherin green boxer(a Christmas gift from Draco) and went to bed. He was out as soon as his head touched his pillow.
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Harry woke up at nine thirty seven in the morning. He rush with his morning ritual and hurry to make breakfast for the Dursley's. He had less then Half an hour before Aunt Marge got here.
With that in mind, he started to fry a plate full of eggs, bacon, sausages, he put some muffins to bake, and some bread on the toaster. He was just finishing buttering the last toast, when the door bell rang.
'Fuck, Aunt Marge is here...Please let her ignore me, please Merlin, please...' He thought to himself.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon bellow, "Where is our breakfast?" he demanded.
"Just one minute" Harry called out, to the dinning room from the kitchen.
"BOY! Don't you take that tone with your Uncle, you ungrateful, you!" shouted Marge.
"Sorry, Madam" Harry murmur. Placing two plates on his left arm, full of eggs and bacon, on his right hand he carry the plate of sausages. Quietly he placed them on the center on the table, then went back into the kitchen. Again he place two 'plates' on his left arm, the plate of toast and the basket of muffins, and on his right hand he took a pot of tea.
Again carefully placing them on the table, without looking at anyone. He return to the kitchen to eat his own breakfast, 1 egg, a slice of bacon, a toast, and a muffin. He knew better then to take anymore then that.
"Boy! What happen to Dudley's orange juice?" Yelled Aunt Petunia. Harry curse under his breath.
"Just a second" said Harry. He hurriedly got the juice and almost ran to the dinning room. "Sorry" he said softly, placing the juice in front of Dudley.
"You better be sorry, you ungrateful, slug. You should be thankful that you have a home, had you been dump on my front doors, I would have taken you to an orphanage" said Aunt Marge.
"Yes, Aunt Marge. I am very grateful, in fact I thank my lucky stars that Uncle Vernon here" he said tilting his head to Vernons direction, "makes me do all of the garden chore, and once in a while hits me, for just being alive. Reticule me on every chance that he has. I am tankful that Aunt Petunia always makes me cook and clean the house. That Dudley and his goo...Friends use me like a punching bag. Yes, Aunt Marge I am very thankful to all those things." He said all this in a obvious sarcastic voice.
SLAP!
"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY SISTER THAT WAY, YOU SON OF A BASTARD!!???" Uncle Vernon bellow, smacking Harry so hard that he tumble to the floor. "YOU WILL GO TO YOUR ROOM AND NOT COME OUT UNTIL IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO MAKE DINNER. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" He was already turning purple.
Harry knowing that this was not a good sign, simply nodded. He attempted to get up, but Vernon kicked him so hard on his stomached/chess. A loud sickening creak, sounded in the whole of the dinning room, companionate with Harry's scream of agony, this was caused because of a few ribs to breaking.
"Know, GOT THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT!" He once again yelled. All around them both, Petunia, Dudley and Marge looked on in satisfaction.
Marge had this evil glint in her eyes. That would have sicken Harry, had he been looking.
With difficulty Harry got up, hunched over hold his sides. Having difficulty breathing. He half walked and Half dragged him self to his room.
Once inside he took an old shirt, and used it to clean his face. He walked to his trunk and pulled out the healing boom, he had learned to make the year before, with the help of Draco, of course.
Slowly with lots of care, Harry started to apply it to his ribs cage. This boom was really good because it healed almost everything. Although it did not emend bones. For that reason Harry once again started rummaging through his trunk and with draw a vial with a pail white substance in it.
Harry uncorked it and downed it in one swig. Grimacing at the taste.
"Sorry girl, I wasn't able to bring anything with me for you to eat." said
Harry to Hedwig, who hooted softly in understanding and sympathy. "If it helps in any way, I didn't eat much either" he added softly. Again she hooted sympathetically.
He made his way to him bed. He fluffed his pillow with one hand, while the other held his still aching ribs. Then his fixed the covers and lay down.
Trying to breath softly so as not to hurt any more. Slowly he surrender to the blessed darkness.
Hedwig seeing that her master, had been once again abuse, ruffled her wings in annoyance. It pained her to see him, in pain and hungry. Looking towered the window, she flew out. Harry had left it open for her, for fresh air to circulate the room. He had opened her cage before going to bed.
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Grunting lightly in pain, Harry slowly started to open his eyes. As slowly as humanly possible, he started to sit up. His ribs, no longer hurt as much as earlier, but that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt.
As he did this, he notice that Hedwig had brought with her a dead rodent.
"Hedwig! Now why would you bring your meals into my bed?" He questioned her.
She hopped softly to him, and drop the rodent next to him. Harry looked at her, perplexed. She nudged it twice with her head, and hooted softly.
"Is this for me girl?" He asked in a heavy voice, both from sleep, and from the emotions he was feeling.
She hooted in affirmative, happy that he understood that she had gone hunting for him, to help feed her master and beloved friend.
"Thank you girl!" He said, a single tear making it's way down his left cheek. "No one has cared enough for me to make sure that I am fed well." he told her. She flew to his shoulder, and nipped his ear affectionately, spreading light kisses al over his left side neck, ear, and cheek,darting her little tong to lick his single tear, to leave no evidence of how much these monster had hurt her master.
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After recomposing himself, Harry walk to the loo, did his business and washed his face. Finishing with that, he went sown stairs to start Dinner.
Luckily, for him that it, his "family" stayed out side on the terrace.
Being in pain, gave to no want, to cook anything.
He decided to make something simple. He started seasoning the chicken, then put some baby carrots to steam, and some potatoes to bake. He chose to make steam chicken then to bake it like he had originally planed on doing. After the potatoes were well cooked, he put some rolls to bake. He put the baby carrots on a plate, then went to the refrigerator. He took out some ham, a block of cheddar cheese, sour cream and butter. He diced the ham, them he shredded some cheese into a small bowl, and microwave till melted. He put some butter on a small bowl too and set it close to the stove, so that it soften a bit. At last minute he decided to chop a bit of chive, for the baked potatoes.
Once everything was finish he placed everything on the table nicely. While the Dursley started eating, Harry went back into the kitchen. He took a Ziploc bag, and put a bit of chicken for Hedwig.
He ate everything as quickly as he could with out choking, in order not to be left with out food again. He had hardly ate anything this morning and was given nothing for lunch, he was starving.
When he went back into the dinning room, to pick up the plates, Aunt Marge was talking about bad blood and how unfortunate that Petunias nephew was such a disgrace.
"You mustn't blame yourself for the way the boy's turned out, Vernon," she was saying. "If there's something rotten on the inside, there's nothing anyone can do about it."
Harry tried to concentrate on his task, but his hands shook and his face was starting to burn with anger. 'Remember the form', he told himself. The form was an authorize for him to be able to go to Hogsmeade. They(his uncle and him) had made a deal that Harry wasn't going to use his freakiness and Vernon would sign the slip. 'Think about Hogsmeade. Don't say anything. Don't rise--'
Aunt Marge reached for her wine glass.
"It's one of the basic rules of breeding," she said. "You see all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there'll something wrong with the pup--"
At that moment the wineglass Aunt Marge was holding exploded in her hand. Shards of glass flew in every direction and Aunt Marge sputtered and blinked, her great ruddy face dripping.
"Marge!" squealed Aunt Petunia. "Marge, are you all right?"
"Not to worry," grunted Aunt Marge, mopping 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..."
But Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were both looking at Harry suspiciously, so he decided he'd better skip dessert and escape from the dinning room.
Outside in the hall, he leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. It had been a ling time since he'd lost control and made something explode. He couldn't afford to let it happen again. The Hogsmeade form wasn't the only thing at stake-- if he carried on like that, he be in trouble with the Ministry of Magic. Harry after all was still an underage wizard, and was forbidden by wizard law to do magic outside school.
"BOY! GIVE YOUR AUNT MARGE MORE BRANDY!" Harry was starter by his Uncle yelling at him. With a heavy sigh Harry walked back into the room.
"He --didn't work," Harry didn't miss the slight pause, of his Uncle, when he walked back into the dinning room. Vernon with a half glance at Harry continue, "Unemployed"
"As I expected!" said Aunt Marge, taking a huge swig of brandy, from the glass Harry had just filled. She wiped her shin on her sleeve. "A no-account, good-for-nothing, lazy scrounger who--"
"He was not," said Harry suddenly. He had enough. The table/room went very quiet. Harry was shaking all over. He had never felt so angry in his life.
"MORE BRANDY!" yelled Uncle Vernon, who had gone very white. He emptied the bottle into Aunt Marge's glass. "You, boy," he snarled at Harry. "Go to bed, go on--"
"No, Vernon," hiccupped Aunt Marge, holding up a hand, her tiny bloodshot eyes fixed on Harry's. "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!" said Harry, who found himself on his feet.
"They died in a car crash, you nasty liar, and left you to be a burden on their decent, hardworking relatives! screamed Aunt Marge, swelling with fury. "You are insolent, ungrateful little--"
But Aunt Marge suddenly stopped speaking. For a moment, it looked as though words had failed her. She seemed to be swelling with inexpressible anger--but the swelling didn't stop. Her great red face started to expand, her tiny eyes bulged, and her mouth stretched too tightly for speech--next second, several button had just burst from her tweed jacket and pinged off the walls-- she was inflating like a monstrous balloon, her stomach bursting free of her tweed waistband, each of her fingers blowing up like a salami--
"MARGE!" yelled Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia together as Aunt Marge's whole body began to rise off her chair toward the ceiling. She was entirely round, now, like a vast life buoy with piggy eyes, and her hand and feet stuck out weirdly as she drifted up into the air, making apoplectic popping noise. Ripper, Aunt Marge's dog, came skidding into the room, barking madly.
"NOOOOOOOOOO"
Uncle Vernon seized one of Marge's feet, trying, but failing miserably to pull her down again, but was almost lifted the floor himself.
Harry took the opportunity, and tore from the dining room before anyone could stop him, heading up stair for his trunk, and Hedwig.
In seconds, he had heaved his trunk, and Hedwig's empty cage, to the front door.
"COME BACK IN HERE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. "COME BACK AND OUT HER RIGHT!"
But a reckless rage had come over Harry. He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon.
"She deserved it," Harry said,breathing very fast. "She deserved what she got. You keep away from me."
He fumble behind him for the latch on the door.
"I'm going," Harry said. "I've had enough."
And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwig's cage under his arm.
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