Marge swelled like a balloon, the buttons on her shirt flying everywhere, the coo coo-clock, the plates, and even Dudley's face! Soon, Marge was flying out the screen door, Uncle Vernon trying to save her as Ripper was biting his foot.
"MARGE!" Uncle Vernon cried. Harry ran up the stairs and slammed his door. He couldn't take this anymore. The insults of his parents who'd died for him and Scarlett. To protect them. The fact that Aunt Marge said that Harry's dad was a drunk! Whatever Marge was going to say about Harry's mom, was NEVER going to be said. Not as long as Harry lived here, which, probably won't be too long now. Harry packed his trunk, and slid it down the stairs to Uncle Vernon to yell.
"YOU BRING HER BACK YOU PUT HER RIGHT!" Vernon yelled.
"NO! SHE DESERVED WHAT SHE GOT!" Harry yelled back, instantly thinking about Scarlett and what she would say to that. He was also thinking that maybe his nephew might do that to Scarlett. "Mmm," said that voice in his mind, "Scarlett wouldn't insult his parents, and she'll probably BE a parent. So, yeah."
Only seconds went by after Harry's last remark and Uncle Vernon was as red as a tomato with anger and fury.
He leaped toward Harry, but Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Uncle Vernon.
"Keep away from me." Harry growled.
"You're not allowed to do magic outside school." Vernon said.
"Try me!" Harry dared.
"They won't let you go back now, and you've got nowhere to go." Vernon snarled.
"I don't care! Anywhere's better than HERE!" Harry snapped as he walked out the door, down the street and sat down in front of the park entrance. Harry took out his wand and stared at it.
Something flickered above him. Harry looked up, and saw the lamp post. But the park toys were moving. Then, a tree branch snapped right in front of him. Harry whipped around to see a black dog, slowly walk out of the shadows. The dog with it's yellow eyes and it's crazy black fur looked like a dog you'd see that could kill people with one bite. Harry pointed his wand at him as the dog just barked.
It just barked. Harry tripped over the slick curb from the rain of the previous night as a abnormal purple bus came up. Harry knew abnormal very well. Thus was a wizard bus.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, help a stranded witch,or wizard go to whenever." A boy about twenty five years old, said, "I'm Stan and I'll be helping you out this evening." He looked around then looked down.
"What are you doing down there?" Stan asked.
"I fell over." Harry replied.
"What did you fall over for?" Stan asked again.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Harry said.
Stan rolled his eyes. "Get in." He said.