"Uncle Vernon, we need you to sign this form" Harry asks as Vernon comes in.
"What is it?" Vernon asks, taking off his coat.
"Nothing. School stuff" I say.
"Later, perhaps. If you both behave" Vernon says.
He makes his way to the living room as me and Harry follow him.
"We will if she does" Harry says. Marge looks up at us from the ground, her having been petting her dog.
"Oh, you're still here, are you?" She asks.
"Yes" me and Harry say together.
"Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful way. Damn good of my brother to keep ya. They'd've been straight to an orphanage if they'd been dumped on my doorstep, Vernon" Marge says, but I heard Dudley laughing. Marge turns to him.
"Is that my Dudders? Is that my little neffy-pooh?" Marge asks as she goes to him. She pulls his back against the sofa and kisses the back of his head several times "Give us a kiss. Come on. Up, up"
"Take Marge's suitcase upstairs" Vernon says as he's pointing up.
"Okay"
I sigh and roll my eyes before helping Harry grab the suitcase, both of us taking it upstairs.
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Later in the evening after everyone had eaten, except me and Harry, Marge puts her plate on the floor for Ripper, her favourite and prized bulldog, to finish.
"Can I tempt you, Marge?" Vernon asks as he's holding a bottle of brandy. Me and Harry were cleaning the table, picking up dishes and things like that.
"Just a small one. Excellent nosh, Petunia" Marge says, then snaps her fingers a couple times and points to the plate on the floor for me or Harry to pick up "Uh, bit more. Usually just a fry-up for me, what with 12 dogs. A but more. That's a boy. Mmm" Marge says and takes a sip "You want to try a little drop of brandy? A little drop of brindy-brandy windy-wandy for Rippy-pippy-pooh?" Marge asks as she lets Ripper drink some brandy. She sees me and Harry smiling and trying not to laugh as we're putting the plates away "What're you smirking at?" Marge asks, but me and Harry get back to work "Where did you send the children, Vernon?"
"St Brutus'. It's a fine institution for hopeless cases"
"Do they use a cane at St Brutus' boy? Girl?" Marge asks.
Vernon gives us a look to say yes and I think about my letter for Hogsmeade.
"Oh, yeah" I say.
"Yeah, we've been beaten loads o' times. Mmm" Harry says.
"Excellent. I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense about not beating people who deserve it" Marge says as both me and Harry turn, laughing silently.
I lean my head on his shoulder as I try not to laugh, him wrapping his arm around my waist and leaning his head on mine, both of us smiling at each other. I kiss his cheek.
"What are they, a couple? Ever since they found out they aren't siblings?" Marge asks.
"You knew before we did?" I ask, turning around.
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FanfictionY/N 'Potter' and Harry Potter were dropped at a doorstep outside the Dursley's house. Mr and Mrs Dursley took them in and treated them horribly, until a wizard named Hagrid bursts their door down and tells her and Harry about their true heritage. On...
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