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Day Thirty
The End?
Harry sat on the window seat, looking out of the window and out to the front garden. To him it felt like only yesterday when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia left him with Auntie Marge. But on the other hand, it also felt like a lifetime ago. He was scared, scared that Aunt Marge wouldn't be able to keep him, scared that he would be going back to the Dursley's. He didn't want to leave, he felt as though he was finally home here.
Marge walked into the room and smiled a little as she saw Harry sitting there. She went over to him and sat down on the other side as she said softly, "There is nothing to worry about Harry," she tried to reassure him, hoping that she would be able to get through to him that he wouldn't be going anywhere.
He looked to her and nodded his head, "Okay," he said as he got down and went over to her, climbing into her lap. He wanted to believe her, but nothing good ever lasted for him, he knew that.
"Come on, let's get you dressed. Tiberius is coming over and he is bringing Draco with him," she told him as she stood up, holding him in her arms as she grabbed some clothes for him and helped him to dress.
It wasn't long after breakfast that the front door was being knocked. Harry jumped up, a smile on his face once more as he thought about playing with Draco, and maybe just forgetting for a while of what was to come that evening. Marge reached the door first and opened it, smiling at Tiberius and Draco as they stood on the doorstep.
"Hi Harry," Draco said as he walked past the two adults and over to his friend. He had been told by his Uncle that Harry was stilled worried about being sent back to his Aunt and Uncles home, even though people had tried to reassure him that it wouldn't happen.
"Hi Draco," Harry smiled slightly at him and the two of them walked into the living room, where Harry had brought down a couple of his toys. Though he didn't really feel like playing. Marge watched them go and then went into the kitchen with Tiberius so they could talk a little of what they would be doing later on.
Draco sat down and looked over to Harry, "You okay?" he asked him, wondering if he was, since the other was quiet.
Harry looked to him and shook his head, "Not really, I'm scared Draco, sacred that Auntie Marge will think it would be better for me to be with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia again. I really don't want to go, I want to stay here, she's brilliant is Auntie Marge," he told him in a rush.
Draco went over to him and sat done, putting an arm around his shoulder, "it will be okay. Miss Marge wont sent you away, she loves you, you can see that. She will never send you away. She got my daddy to help in making sure that you will always be with Miss Marge," he said to him a smile on his face.
Harry nodded his head, "But what if Auntie Marge has no choice but to let me go back?" he asked, worried.
"Uncle Tiberius wont let it happen either, so you don't have to worry," he told him once more reassuring Harry that he would be fine. And that no one would be letting him back to his Aunt and Uncle.
Harry nodded his head, "Okay, if you say so," he said softly.
Draco nodded his head, "I can tell you all about Hogwarts, my mummy has been telling me a lot," he grinned as he looked to him.
Harry smiled at the thought of learning a little about the school he would be going to when he turned eleven, "Okay, tell me," he grinned, worries forgotten for the moment.
"Well," he said, "Mummy said that there are lots of staircases and that they move all the time. She told me that some of the steps disappear. So your foot might get stuck and you can easily get lost. Mum said that she will try and draw a map for us all," he told him of what his mother had began to explain to him about the school.
"Wow," he exclaimed as his eyes were wide.
Draco nodded enthusiastically as he added, "Yeah, and she said that the Great Hall has a brilliant ceiling, but she wont tell me what because she wants me to see it for the first time myself. Said that it would spoil things for me if she told me everything," he told him, smiling happily.
"I can't wait to go, it will be brilliant," he said as he smiled to his friend.
"I know, and it will be really fun, because we will be going on the train to get there and we'll meet others like us and then we'll be sorted into a house. My mummy and daddy were both in Slytherin, so I hope I am as well. Though mummy says it doesn't mater what house I am in, since she loves me. Daddy was just quiet, but I don't think he cares that much," Draco smiled as he glanced over to Harry as they now sat opposite each other on the floor, a couple of toys between them.
Harry nodded his head and then asked, "Mr Remus said that my mummy and daddy were in Gryfindor. I know that there are other houses as well, but I don't know what they are, do you know them?"
Draco nodded his head as he began to tell Harry what his mother had told him about the houses of Hogwarts. Harry listened intently, smiling at the things Draco was telling him. It made him more excited about going to Hogwarts in a few years.
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Marge stood in the doorway watching the two children as they talked about Hogwarts. She walked back into the kitchen and sat down, put her hands around her mug of tea and smiled over to Tiberius, "Thank you for bringing Draco over, I think it's helped Harry forget about later on," she told him, her voice soft.
He smiled back to her, "You're welcome. I thought that Harry would be a little scared about Vernon and Petunia coming back and I decided it might be a good idea for me to bring Draco over so he would have someone around that might be able to distract him a little."
She nodded her head, "Yeah, it was a good idea I was going to ask you about doing so, but I didn't know if it would be all right to do so."
"So," he said with a small sigh, "How are you going to be doing this?" he asked her, he had heard her go through a number of ideas, and wondered how she was going to be approaching her brother about signing the papers.
She looked over to him and told him, "Well, I thought at first I would just try and get him to sign them saying that they are for something else, like that Harry was in trouble and that something needs to be signed before I let him go," she said as she told him one of the ideas that she had.
Tiberius nodded his head as he thought it over, "Sounds plausible, and because of how Vernon is, he would believe it as well," he agreed with her.
"Yeah," she sighed sadly at the thought of her brother thinking ill of Harry, "I don't want to use that route but I thought it might be the easier one for him to be able to fall for. He believes the worst of Harry already and thinking him in trouble and having to sign something about it. He would just do it because he is angry, wont even read it, he will just think about trying to get to Harry to…" she trailed off, knowing exactly what her brother would have done with Harry if he ever had the chance to get near him again.
"Okay," he said with a sharp nod, knowing where her mind was going, "But he wont have that chance to go anywhere near him, Marge. You know that," he added softly as he reached over and placed a hand on her, comforting her just that little bit.
"But he will be here, and Vernon is not one to let things go lightly," she sighed, wondering if she would be able to keep Vernon away from Harry, she didn't want her brother to go any where near Harry. Didn't want the child to be scared that he would be going back to them.
"How about if I have him at mine for the evening, show him a few magical things to try and keep his mind off what might be happening over here?" he suggested, a smile on his face as he glanced over to her.
Marge thought for a moment, "Yeah, I think it might be a good idea, I don't want him scared and being with you, learning things as well. Well that just might be the best thing for him."
Tiberius smiled, "Right, I'll have Draco with me for a little while longer today before he has to go home, so I'll have the two of them over there for a little while at least."
"Good," she stood up and put her empty cup into the sink, "I don't know what time they will be coming back. They said anytime from 3 o'clock. So we have about half hour left before we should start expecting them."
"Right, I think we'll go over to mine now, you have the papers and everything that you need?" Tiberius asked her as he stood up and joined her near the sink.
Marge nodded her head, "yes, I've got everything. If I can work hi up enough Vernon wont even read them, he will be distracted, he tends to believe what I tell him anyway."
"Good, right lets go tell them that they are coming over mine for a while. We'll take a few toys to keep them busy as well," he said as the two of them then walked into the living room, where the boys were playing quietly.
"Harry," Marge said as she walked closer to him and knelt down.
"Yes Auntie Marge?" he asked as he smiled to her.
"You and Draco are going over to Tiberius' house for a little bit, okay?" she told him softly.
"Really?" Harry said as he and Draco stood up and looked to the two adults.
"Yes, and I'm going to show you and Draco a few things as well," he smiled as the two looked excitedly at him.
"What are you going to show us Uncle Tiberius?" Draco asked, almost bouncing on his feet.
"Just a few things," he said cryptically smiling at the two of them.
"Okay!" Harry grinned as he and Draco looked to each other and then back to the two adults.
Tiberius helped Marge back onto her feet and smiled to them, "Yes, now go and get ready to go out, make sure to have your coats. It might only be a short work, but it is cold," she told the two of them before they could even think about going out of the house without them.
The two quickly got ready, and Tiberius shrunk a few toys and put them in his pockets so that he could take them over. Marge stood on the doorstep and watched them go, she was already feeling a little lonely without Harry there. She sighed to herself. She needed to make sure Vernon signed, she only needed his signature and then Harry would be hers. She settled down with another cup of tea to wait for her brother and sister in law to come back.
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Vernon walked up the garden path to his sisters small home. The smile that had been on his face over the last month began to fall. He had enjoyed his holiday with his family, without the freak nearby to ruin it. Now it was time to pick him up and go back home. The front door opened and he smiled to his sister. He just hoped that the freak had behaved himself and not got into any trouble. He would kill the miserable wretch if that was the case.
"Marge," he smiled as he embraced his sister, "Wonderful to see you."
Marge cringed as she hugged her brother back, all she wanted to do was to push him away and punch him on the nose, "You as well Vernon."
"How was the little blighter?" he then asked after Harry, wondering if he had behaved himself.
"Fine, mostly. I have a little trouble with him over the last few days," she told him and then added, "I just need you to sign something about it and that's it. Nothing else will bother you," she smiled warmly at him, hoping that it would put her brother at ease. Though she still wanted to boot the bastard up the arse for what he had done to such a precious child.
Vernon went red in the face, anger making itself known, "What did he do?" he asked and then added, "Where is he? I'll teach that little bastard to ignore what I told him!" he bellowed, looking around the living room as they walked into it.
Marge cringed once again as the loud bellow was right in her ear, "He is with my neighbour Tiberius. I didn't think you would be back just yet. I'll go and get him after you have signed the papers. He is being taught a few lessons over there at the moment," she told him, wanting to get him to sign the papers as soon as he could. She was beginning to get a little angry herself at the way Vernon was acting.
"Fine, I'll sign them and then deal with the little bastard. Just wish I could get rid of him," he grumbled as he looked to his sister.
"Why can't you?" she asked him, "It should be easy to leave him at an orphanage somewhere," she said, though she really knew why he didn't just do so.
"Petunia said it has something to do with family obligations. She hates the little bastard too. He is just like his parents, freaks and worthless," he answered her as vaguely as he could.
Marge knew it was because of the money that Petunia was getting from having him in the house. Though that had already been stopped. Since Harry was now hers, mostly. She just wished she had realised earlier how greedy her brother and sister-in-law were. Maybe she would have been able to figure things out about Harry before.
"Well, just think of getting rid of him when you sign then. It was a recommendation of a new reform school for troubled kids. Boarding for the weekdays and then the weekends at home," she said, knowing that just keeping him angry wouldn't work in getting him to sign. But to actually have something that he would like to happen, that would work.
"Excellent thought Marge," he grinned as the two of them made their way into the kitchen.
Marge put the papers in front of him and without even reading what was written he signed them. Marge stood beside him, smiling happily that he hadn't done so.
"Come on back out the front. We'll be getting Harry there," Marge smiled at him as Vernon looked to her, wondering where Harry was. Vernon nodded and headed out the kitchen and Marge quickly signed the papers, a flash of light and copies were made and disappeared to other places.
Marge then followed Vernon outside and she stood on her garden path looking at him. The smile that had been on her face was no longer there.
"So, where is the little freak?" he asked her. He wanted to hurry up and get home, and to deal with the little bastard.
"You wont be getting him back," She told him, her voice hard and cold, "Do you really think Vernon Aaron Dursley, that I would condone such brutal treatment of a child. I don't care that that sweet little boy can do magic. I have a magical friend, and he means so much to me as well. Both he and Harry do. I despise you Vernon, and I know all about the money you were getting for him. How much of that was actually spent on him? I'm betting not a bloody penny of it. No wonder you could afford a drip to Disney World for a whole month. Well, that all stops now, you wont get no more for him. You and that bitch of a wife of yours disgust me," she told him as she advanced on him, poking him in the chest as she corralled him towards the garden gate.
"He is a freak, they all are! They need to be killed, put down like animals, because that's all they are!" he shouted at her, defending himself as Petunia got out of the car and towards them a little, worried about the shouting.
Marge couldn't help it, the Dursley temper was in her just as much as Vernon. She brought up her fist and slammed it into her brother face. Vernon flew over the garden gate, Petunia going over to him and knelling down beside him, "I want nothing to do with you or that horse of a wife of your, nor the bullying little toe-rag you call a son. Maybe if he changes his ways I might talk to him when he is older, but I don't want nothing to do with any of you," she told him, "that boy of yours will be in jail before you know it if he doesn't change his ways and belt up," she was breathing hard as Vernon looked up to her, his nose bleeding slightly, as she opened the gate and moved a little closer to them.
"He is a little freak, just like that whore of a sister of mine," Petunia said as she stood up and went over to Marge, "There whole kind are nothing but freaks!" she shouted in Marge's face.
Marge shook her head, "He isn't a freak, Lily was a wonderful woman who cared about everyone. Oh yes," she said as she saw Petunia pale, "I leaned all I could about James and Lily, even met a friend of theirs. The only freaks I see are you and Vernon."
"They are, she was a no good nothing whore who fucked off and got herself killed, and left us with the little freak!" Petunia yelled once more.
Marge had enough and brought up her fist again as she punch Petunia this time, sending her to sit on the ground next to her husband, her nose bleeding as well. She looked at them both with a cold look in her eyes.
"I want you to leave and never come back. If you do one thing to try and get Harry back. I will send all the evidence Tiberius and I have gathered about the abuse that Harry has suffered at your hands and send it to the police," Marge said coldly. She thought of the harm that these two had caused to Harry, and the only reason why she hadn't in the end was because at first Vernon was her brother, and then when she had thought to do so, Harry had turned out to be magical and could call that World to the attention of the Muggle World.
Petunia and Vernon got up, looking at her as they back away to the car. The turned as they heard the pounding of little feet on the pavement and saw Harry darting towards them. A worried look on his face. Vernon went to move and grab the child and Marge moved forwards and pushed him to the floor once more.
"You don't go near him Vernon," she told him as Harry ran to her and wrapped his arms around her waist looking to Vernon and Petunia.
Harry looked at them and hugged Marge even more, scared.
Tiberius walked over to them, following Harry, "Sorry Marge, he was too worried about you for me to keep him in the house. He used magic to get out of the house," he told her, a soft smile on his face.
Marge smiled down to Harry and the looked to Vernon and Petunia as she said, "Leave and never come back."
Vernon and Petunia looked to one another and got back in the car. Both of them bemoaning that the freak had bewitched Marge. Marge wished she had magic so she could hex the two of them. The three of them watched as the car started up and drove away. She sighed in relief, finally Harry was with her for good there was nothing that they would be able to do to get Harry back.
"They're gone now Harry," she said as she looked down to him.
Harry nodded as he walked down the street, away from her a little. Watching the car as it drove into the distance. He finally believed that he would be staying. They had gone and he was still there. He wouldn't be going anywhere. Harry then turned to look at Aunt Marge.
"You're going to be my mummy?" Harry asked her in a small voice, wanting to be sure.
"Yes, I'm going to be your mummy forever," she smiled back to him, her heart was light and about ready to burst. The cloud that had been hanging over them was no longer there.
Harry ran back to her as Marge dropped to her knees. Harry ran into her open welcoming arms and wrapped him in a tight hug. He was there to stay, he would never be leaving.
"I love you," Harry said with a slight hitch in his voice as he added a whispered, "Mummy."
Marge couldn't help the tears that began to fall from her eyes at the words. This sweet little Angel was now her and no one could take him away from her. She looked up to Tiberius and smiled to him through her tears. He smiled back and nodded, there was so much to teach Harry.
Marge stood up, picking Harry up and they walked into the house once more. She had a son.
"Right," Tiberius said, "Let's go out for a meal tonight. A dinner to celebrate. And we'll go to a magical restaurant?" he suggested softly.
Marge nodded her head, "Yes, that sounds like a good idea."
Harry looked to him and smiled, "It'll be fun Uncle Tiberius," he said, a little shyly, wondering if he would be all right with being called that. Like Draco called him that.
Tiberius smiled and nodded, "Yes it will, wont it."
Harry grinned and then looked back to Marge, "Mummy," he said softly, trying it out a little, and wiping away the stray tears.
"Yes Harry, my little boy, my son," she grinned, he was hers, he was hers and she couldn't help but feel as though she was floating.
Tiberius smiled at the pair of them as they talked and got ready to go out. At every single time they talked to each other Harry would call Marge Mummy, and Marge would call Harry he little boy, or her son. It didn't take long for them to apparate out of the house and towards Diagon Alley. This was only the beginning of the adventure for Harry. He had a lot to look forward to, with Hogwarts when he turned eleven, and there as a lot for him to learn before that and afterwards.