Harry Potter: A Twin at Stake

Harry Potter had finished his first encounter with Lord Voldemort, since he was a child. Then Professor Dumbledore explains that Harry doesn't have just his Uncle, Aunt and cousin as family. He has a twin as well. Harry's twin has been with him on every single of his adventures, which brings these twins together. But, when the Triwizard Tournament comes, to Harry's disgrace, his sister has been chosen to fight with him, putting them both in great danger. (These plots are mainly by J.K Rowling, I may have mixed the events a little. Also a special thanks to Herleen28 for th cover!)


30. Aunt Marge

"I need you to sign this..." Harry said at the door. Uncle Vernon was going to leave to get Aunt Marge.

"What is it?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Nothing, school stuff." Harry replied.

"Later perhaps if you behave." Uncle Vernon told Harry.  

"See?" Scarlett said. 

"Shut up!" Harry replied in his head.

An hour later a Aunt Petunia voice said, "Harry, HARRY! Open the door." Harry opened the door as a rather large woman came with a dog. 

"Hello Petunia! Is that my little Duddikiens?!" Aunt Marge welcomed her family. Then, she looked at Harry. 

"You're still here are you?" She snapped.

"Yes." Harry replied.

"Don't talk in that ungrateful tone, damn good of my brother to  keep you, you would have been sent strait to an orphanage if you were dump on my doorstep, boy." Marge said. 

"Wow." Scarlett said at the stuff he was thinking.*A/N: Remember Scarlett is with Remus* 

It was dinner and Harry was the butler of the night. "Exellent nosh, Petunia!" Marge exclaimed snapping her fingers to Harry so he could clear her plate. 

"Don't forget about Ripper, boy!" She scoffed pointing to the dog. Harry cleared Ripper's plate. Ripper seemed the be the only thing that didn't hate Harry. There was Hedwig, but she was upstairs. 

"Can I tempt you, Marge?" Uncle Vernon asked, holding a bottle of wine.

"Just a small one, like half a glass." Marge replied. 

"Where are you sending the boy?" Marge asked. I

"St. Brutus's, it's helps boys with hopeless actions." Uncle Vernon replied.

"Do they use canes and St. Brutus's boy?" Marge asked.  

"Oh, yeah, yeah I've been beaten loads of times!" Harry told her. 

"Exellent, what did the boy's father do?" Marge asked. 

"Nothing, he was unemployed." Petunia replied. Harry looked outside and saw something black. 

He jumped, making everyone look at him. 

"Must be hyperventilating, from all of those beatings I've gotten at St. Brutus's." Harry told them.

The thing that bothered him the most, it the black shape either looked like a tail or hair.

"Its his father's fault he and his wife died. He was a drunk!" 

"My dad wasn't  a drunk!" Harry exclaimed as Marge's wine glass exploded. 

"Don't fuss anyone i have a firm grasp!" Marge said. Harry grabbed a rag and cleaned up the mess without anyone asking him to. 

"It's everything to do with the mother," Marge continued or tried to. Harry had enough. 

"Shut up!" He yelled. 

"Right, let me tell you...." Marge never finished her sentence. She was swelling up terribly. 

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