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The Effects of a Botched Ritual	By : FestiveBoi Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38678 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: This fic will contain tropes, possibily numerous in quantity. There might be some kinks/fetishes that will disturb some. I do NOT own anything about Harry Potter. Nor am I making any monetary gain for this! Just donig this for fun!

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Harry awoke, with his head buried in something soft and his hand wrapped around something similarly soft. He squeezed his hand to determine what it was without opening his eyes and heard a moan. Opening his eyes at the strange response he got, Harry found that he was resting on aunt Marge's chest, while his hand was wrapped around her other breast. Aunt Marge had also woken up now and was smiling down at him, not caring in the slightest that her nephew was squeezing her breasts.
"Good sleep?" She asked Harry softly, a hint of early morning tiredness in her voice. He merely nodded his head, "Happy Birthday, honey. You excited?"
"Thank you, aunt Marge." He replied with a smile. "And I'm very much excited."
"Come on. Let's get ready." She said as she got up from underneath the covers, revealing that she was wearing very little when it came to clothing.
In fact, she was only wearing a cream colored bra that struggled to contain her large tits, and her nipples were seen poking through the fabric. She was also wearing a matching pair of panties, that was slightly hidden beneath her large, yet sexy gut. However, it was also possible to see a few hairs poking up and out of the band, and some of them hanging out of the sides of the fabric.
With that, they both got up to get ready for the day. For the past week that Marge had stayed at Privet drive, they had been sleeping together, and it was probably the most comfortable Harry had been when he was sleeping, as he was enjoying it with his aunt.
Marge would spend as much time with Harry as possible, before Petunia had to drag her away to help with setting up and planning for Harry's birthday party that he would be having. They even took baths together, and that was one of the reasons why Harry was so comfortable changing in front of Marge, and not getting embarrassed when she did the same thing.
After they got ready, they both came down, where Petunia was preparing breakfast, all of his favourites of course. After all, it was his birthday, and Petunia wanted to make it the best day ever.
"Good morning, Marge" She greeted with a smile as she saw them enter the kitchen, "Seems you had a comfortable night." She added on, seeing the smile that was on her face.
"It was very comfortable." Marge replied, "I love cuddling with Harry, he is like a teddy bear." Marge teasingly said, ruffling his hair as she did so.
"I know." Petunia said with a smile, on more than one occassion losing track of time when she snuggled with Harry, "Happy Birthday, Harry." Petunia said as she gave a small smooch on his cheek.
"Thank you, Aunty." He replied rather bashfully, a small tinge of pink on his cheek from the kiss he had recieved as he sat down at the table for his breakfast.
The breakfast was very good. Petunia and Marge made sure he had his fill of breakfast. Even Vernon's surly mood didn't damper his excitement, and Dudley's whines for having more food - which Marge and Petunia had swiftly denied, stating that he was going on a diet - didn't damper the mood that Harry was in.
Yet, after breakfast ended, Marge and Petunia had both kissed either cheek at the same time, effectively squishing him between their bodies, and Vernon had dropped Harry and Dudley at the school on the order of Marge, as he was going to try to make Harry walk to school.
The day was fantastic for Harry. His friends had greeted him with Happy Birthday calls, and so had his teachers, well, the male teachers merely stated it, and swiftly moved on with their work.
They all tried to make the day good for him. He had invited all of his friends, which were all girls for the celebration at his house, yet sadly, only a small handful could actually come, as they were all busy that afternoon, but they had promised to make it up to him either the next day or the day after that.
It was already going to be great with Petunia and Marge present, but it was made better by the incident which happened yesterday.
Dudley had somehow managed to annoy Ripper, who had then decided to chase him. Marge and Petunia were with Harry in the other room. They all came rushing as they heard continuous barking of Ripper. And they were all greeted with the sight of Dudley running scared from Ripper. Harry immediately started giggling like mad, which had Petunia and Marge also chuckling at what was happening.
Dudley climbed up the tree, with some difficulty, and with some fears for the tree branch would actually snap under his weight.
Marge hadn't called Ripper back before Harry calmed down from his non-stop giggling at the sight of his cousin being scared by the bulldog. When Dudley had finally come down after Marge led Ripper in the other room, and Harry started laughing again when he noticed Dudley's stained pants.
"Oh my God! Dudley." He had laughed, "Did you wet your pants? Did it frighten you that much?"
Dudley, completely riled up from the scare and humiliation of the past few minutes, and advanced on him, his fists clenched menacingly.
"I'll show you what is fright, you freak!" Dudley had growled as he came within arm's reach as he swung with all of his might towards his freak of a cousin.
Harry was swift from all the sport that he played. He easily dodged the punch.
Unfortunately for Dudley, aunt Marge had came back at that moment and heard his last sentence as well as seen him try to punch Harry. She was enraged and roughly grabbed him, preventing him from moving, along with slapping him hard on the face, where a resounding 'clapping' noise echoed through the area as her hand came into contact with his fat cheeks.
She then proceeded to drag him up to his room.
"You are grounded for the next two weeks." She had declared, glaring down at her least favorite nephew, "No games for you for the next month. Also no dinner for you today." She had growled out, before she had left Harry's sight and into the house.
He could idly hear Dudley's comlpaining as they trudged up the stairs.
When she had told Petunia about the incident and the punishment she had given, Petunia had also been enraged, completely agreeing with the punishment. She had even told that Dudley would not be attending Harry's birthday party. Vernon had not been so agreeable. He had tried to cancel that punishment, but Marge and Petunia had not budged.
If it was only Petunia, Vernon would have a chance of getting his way, but with Marge also present, he hadn't been able to do anything.
So, now Dudley was locked in his room, coming out only for the school and breakfast, if he was lucky, and to make sure that he didn't stay out longer than necessary, Marge had told him to be home at time, or else he would get no dinner that day, or she would set Ripper onto him again. He was also not getting any money to buy anything.
All of his games and electronics were taken out by Petunia and were hidden within her spare underwear drawer, not even Vernon knew where it was located.
Today, Harry was picked up by his friend's mother who were going to spend the evening with him for his birthday. He was jittering with seemingly endless bundles of energy as he and his friends family started getting ever so closer towards Number Four, Privet Drive.
To him, it had felt like the quickest day of school that he had ever had, not only had his friends wished him a Happy Birthday, but some of the teachers wished him happiness on this day as well!
Some of his friends had given him a small gift or two that he was able to keep under the safe supervision of one of his teachers, and he was allowed to pick it up at the end of the day so it didn't get damaged or lost.
One of his gifts had been a pair of gloves, in order to help keep his hands warm in the winter, or perhaps that he could wear them when he was helping Aunt Petunia in the garden when he was moving some of the gardening tools.
Yet, Harry had been told that he was allowed to invite a few friends over for the birthday party that he was having. It wouldn't be too large, and would be held at the house, and the backyard later on in the evening, but that didn't matter to Harry. Being with his friends and family was the most important part to him, even the presents didn't really matter to him - sure, he still enjoyed them a lot - but he preferred being with his friends and family.
Unlike Dudley, who seemed to love presents more than he loved his family, and his uncle Vernon only continued to support that sort of behaviour by spoiling him more and more without even having a reason as to why Dudley was getting more gifts.
"Are you excited, Harry?" A soft and tender voice spoke out from within the car.
Shaking his head from those thoughts, he made contact with the bright blue eyes belonging to his friend's sister, Penny Haywood, who was four years older than him.
Penny had bright blue eyes that always seemed to radiate happiness and rarely any convey any negative emotions, pale white skin that was rather common for the people of England, and luscious, long blonde hair with two thick braids over her shoulders, and a braid on her left side that formed a ponytail, giving her a half up.
Before Harry had entered the vehicle, he had noticed that she was wearing a simple black sweater that had small patterns of yellow on them, a black knee-length skirt that had yellow stripes, and knee high white socks along with a pair of sneakers.
Yes, her favourite colour was indeed yellow - something that Harry had made sure to remember!
"Mhm!" He cheerfully hummed out, nodding his head up and down, "I'm happy to spend some more time with my friends!" He answered once again.
Penny tittered lightly, covering her lips with one of her hands, "What about your presents, and the cake?" She questioned, turning her body so that she was looking at him in the backseat of the car.
Harry blinked a few moments, before giving his honest answer, "I am excited for them, but I like spending time with my friends more!"
Smiling lightly at the boy who had managed to worm his way into her heart, along with worming his way into her family's hearts, she gazed upon her younger sister - who was four years younger than her, and very close to Harry's age - and she couldn't help but tease her, "Hear that, Bea? Looks like you got a keeper!" She said, her voice slightly shrilly in excitement.
That was another interesting quirk of Penny's, whenever she got excited about something, or when she was teasing, her voice turned a little shrilly, although it wasn't ear-piercing loud.
Turning his attention to his best friend who was sitting next to him, he saw the reaction to her big sisters teasing.
As expected, Beatrice Haywood had turned a rather healthy shade of pink, even the very tips of her ears seemed to turn red, "Penny! It's nothing like that!" She vehemently denied, her hair flailing about as she shook her head.
Ignoring the rather teasing 'Mhm' coming from Penny, Harry once again took in the appearance of one of his closest friends - Penny and her family coming in close behind in terms of ranks.
Like her older sister, Beatrice had pale white skin, however, unlike her sister, she had slightly darker blue eyes and an even darker shade of blonde hair, making it look more a darkish-golden color in the sunlight.
She was wearing the female version of the school uniform that he went to, that had relatively dull greyish-silver jumpers that had the schools emblem on the right side of the fabric, along with a simple silver skirt that had darker stripes on it, and she was wearing white socks that were hardly seen past her shiny black school shoes.
It was odd for Harry, despite being sisters and having nearly the same hobbies, Penny seemed to be way more into fashion than her younger sister. He knew it because he had seen Penny in a multitude of outfits before when he was allowed to have a small sleepover with her family a few weeks ago. That, and Beatrice was more sporty than her older sister.
"Alright, that is enough, children." A more mature, and stern voice voice spoke out, "Penny, please be seated properly." She said afterwards, sternly looking at her oldest daughter of the corner of her eye.
That, behind the wheel of the car was Penny's and Beatrice's mother, Mrs. Haywood - although, she had given him permission to call her Cassie, which he never did, as he wanted to be as respectful as possible to her.
It was apparent that her children had gotten the blonde hair from her - well, in varying shades - but she had hazel colored eyes, suggesting that they had gotten their blue eyes from someone else in the family, either from their father or perhaps the blue eyes were something that skipped her, and appeared in the next generation.
As soon as the stern voice of Mrs. Haywood was heard, Penny seemed to instantly be seated correctly in the front seat of the car, and Beatrice had straightened up slightly next to him.
"Now, no more teasing, it is little Harry's special day, and I am sure he doesn't want to choose between you two." She added on, peaking at him through the mirror of the car, "Ah, here we are." She said soon after, as the home of Number Four, Privet Drive came into view.
As soon as the Haywood family had entered the driveway of Privet Drive, there was already two other cars there - not counting uncle Vernon's - meaning that the other guests that he invited had arrived. Yet, Aunt Petunia and Marge had met him in the living room archway, saying that he needed to get changed out of his school uniform and freshened up a bit before he could meet the other guests.
So, within the span of five minutes it took for Harry to get changed, along with freshening up. Once that was done, he was dressed in a green sweater with a large silver '7' knitted into it, along with a pair of simple black knee-length shorts. and he was finally able to go dowstairs and into the backyard, where he could hear the adults conversing with each other, and the other children playing around in the backyard.
As Harry entered the backyard, his attention was instantly brought to the many bundles of balloons that were tied to each corner of the table that had been set up, decorated with paper plates, along with a few packet of napkins that were settled in the middle of the table, so that anyone on either side of the table could easily reach them. On the table, there were a couple of bowls of crisps, two small plates of Rice Krispie cakes, and for a more healty option, there was cheese and pineapples on sticks!
There was a lingering smell of sausages rolls that was wafting through the open kitchen window, along with a variety of other smells that just made his stomach rumble gently.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" The loud chorus of greetings from the adults - and Penny, he noticed - and the air was filled with streamers that they had thrown into the air once they had gave him the surprise greeting.
Hearing the loud and proud birthday greetings to the birthday boy from their parents, Beatrice and another three girls - two of whom were identical twins with bright, orangish-red hair and soft brown eyes - stopped what they were doing and made their way towards Harry, excited smiles all plastered on their faces.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" His friends had chirped out in equal amounts of excitement and happiness, although they had already given him his birthday greeting, they had done it again, with Beatrice being the one who initiated the other three girls to join in with her.
Yet, she was the only one that had hugged him so tightly around the waist that he feared he would pop like a balloon!
Mindy - a rather short girl that had short brown hair and greyish-black eyes - shyly waved at him, and flashed him a small smile as she gave a small, palm sized present to him.
"Thank you, Mindy!" He gave out his thanks as he gave her a small hug, in which she gave a small 'Eep' of embarrassment before rushing to hide behind her mother's leg, much to the amusement of the other parents and guardians present.
Before he could even place his palm sized present down, he was greeted by the twins, who were in the separate classes than him at school, but they still had a close friendship with, and they were carrying a present that was held in their left and right hand respectively, which must've meant they chose it together.
"Here-" The first girl started - Faith, the oldest by a few minutes - before her younger twin - Grace - had finished off for her, "-Harry."
In both twin's hands, there was a nicely wrapped present and took shape of a small box. He was tempted to give it a little shake to try and figure out what it was, but he didn't want to risk the chance of damaging it.
"Thank you, Faith, Grace." Harry thanked them, flashing them both a large smile as he took the present from them.
Despite them being identical twins, Harry had been around them long enough so that he could tell the differences, and some of them were pretty hard to spot if you weren't paying attention to them.
Faith always wore a orange headband that kept some of her long locks out of her face, and she wore a silverish-blue bangle on her left wrist, and when she smiled, she had a small dimple on her right cheek. Personality wise, Faith was more talkative than Grace, and she had a more extroverted personality than her younger twin.
Grace on the other hand, she was more soft spoken, only being the most comfortable with her sister, family and close friends - like Harry and Beatrice, and Penny to some regard - and when she smiled, she had a dimple on her left cheek, and her nose always seemed to twitch when she was nervous, or when she was lying. Also unlike her sister, she was more academically suited, preferring to be inside reading books rather than being outside.
However, in special cases, it was possible for one to convince her to drop her books for an hour or two - like being at Harry's birthday party, or Beatrice's birthday party.
Finally having some time to place down the two presents that he received from his friends, as he turned around, he nearly ran head first into a surprised Aunt Petunia - who was not expecting him to turn around yet - "Oh, sorry, aunty." He spoke out of reflex, before taking a step back to allow her some more space.
Petunia merely ruffled his already unruly hair and seemed to make it even more messy, "It's nothing, baby." She replied out, before placing a well manicured hand upon Harry's shoulder, "Before we bring out dinner, there is one thing I want to show you." She said, before gently guiding him away from the table and closer towards the one and only large tree in the backyard.
"Ta-da~" She sung out, before gesturing to the small hanging dinosaur pinata that was tied to a small string from the large branch. He could also spot a red wiffle ball bat that was resting at the base of the tree.
"Oh, wow." He muttered out in surprise. He had never had a pinata before at a party, and he was feeling a little excited to break it open.
"Now, we need to put a blindfold on." Petunia mentioned, before taking off Harry's glasses and placing it in her skirt pocket, before she gently placed a simple black blindfold over his eyes.
With Harry fully set up, she took the small wiffle bat from the base of the tree and helped Harry hold it correctly, "Now, I'm going to spin you around three times, so you might get a little dizzy, then I would guide you to the pinata." She said.
With that being said, making sure that Harry had a firm grip on the bat, she started spinning him around - slowly in order to not totally discombobulate him.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
With the adults and children alike counting the amount of times Harry spun clockwise, once he had did three full rotations, only then did Petunia stop him, gently holding onto his shoulders as he tried to regain his bearings.
After a few moments, he had heard Petunia speak to him, "No, try with all of your might to break the pinata." She said, before guiding him forward a few steps, so he was closer to the low hanging pinata, "Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall over." She said, reassuring him that he wouldn't fall with the amount of dizziness that he was currently feeling.
With that, Petunia moved back a few steps, so that she was away from the firing line in case the bat had too much momentum and she would be hit.
Harry took a deep breath, before using bat to tap on the pinata a few times to get a feeling to where it was when he was blindfolded. Once he was confident, he started to bring the bat further and further away, making sure that he was getting contact with the pinata with every swing.
Then, he pulled the bat back, and slammed it into the pinata with all of his might.
SLAM
Despite the small smattering of applause behind him, he knew that he hadn't popped it yet, so he brought it back again.
SLAM
Once again, it didn't break, but he had felt much more softer in that spot that he had managed to hit. Once again, he brought the bat back and brought it in as fast as he could, and with as much strength as he could muster whilst blindfolded.
SLAM
Once again, the small smattering of applause greeted his ears, but he knew that the pinata was still standing strong on the string.
Despite the cheering of the people behind him, along with knowing that pinatas were meant to be hard to break, he still had a small, childish tantrum raging on within his mind, 'Come on, stupid thing! Break!' With gritted teeth, and with his grip on the bat becoming even stronger than what it was, Harry brought it back nearly to a full arc behind his back, before swinging his body around as he swung the bat.
It was very clear that he wanted this thing to break, and break now.
SLAM
POP
BOOM
Harry blinked behind his blindfold. His ears picked up the subtle sound of candy and something hitting the evenly cut grass below, but that was nearly drowned out when he heard the exclamations of shock that aunt Marge, Petunia and the other mothers did, along with the terrified screams of Mindy, Faith and Grace.
Unable to hide his curiosity any further, Harry dropped the small bat in his hands and took off his blindfold.
He had a blink a few times to try and get some of the blurriness out of his eyes. Vaguely, he could see that Faith and Grace were with their mother, being consoled by her, and Mindy was shaking nervously as she gazed at the ground below, where various colors of rubber were strewn about.
"Aunty Petunia, aunty Marge?" He questioned, with a hint of fear in his voice as he couldn't tell what had happened. The rush that his body had felt during the last swing now drained from his body.
"It's alright. I'm here." Petunia said, reassuring Harry that everything was fine. He could vaguely see her come close to him, before his vision returned to normal once he felt that she put his glasses back on.
Now that he could see clearly, he blinked in confusion as he noticed that two bundles of balloons had popped, and the remains of the balloons were scattered about the yard and on the table below them, "What... happened?" He asked, still confused as to how the balloons popped.
"The balloons popped, darling." Aunt Marge said, before shaking her head as she tore her gaze away from them and back to her new nephew and sister-in-law, "Maybe they were a little faulty?" She said, more to Petunia than anything.
Although, judging from the expression on Petunia's face, along with the sheer amount of conflict that she felt, she nodded her head to Marge's statement, "Yes, had to have been." She said, although, she knew what had happened. Harry's magic had accidentally surfaced due to his surge of emotions when he was doing his final swing of the pinata.
"Sorry about that, everyone." Marge said to the guests, "Seemed like those balloons weren't the best of quality." She further said. Hearing a few murmurs of, 'It's fine.' let her know that the guests were fine, and that Harry's birthday should continue - after the young twins calmed down a bit more.
"How about I bring the food out, have a bit of an early supper?" Petunia offered. Receiving nods in confirmation, Petunia went off into the kitchen to fetch the food.
She didn't notice Dudley's head peaking through the window of the top floor, where his bedroom was. He had saw what had happened, and with the amount of brainpower that he had within his body, he had come to the conclusion that the freak must've done it. That's what his father had said, Harry was a freak, and should be called and treated as such! This just gave him even more reassurance that his father was right, Harry was a freak!
After the surprise bursting of the balloons, it had taken a few minutes before that was well and truly out of their minds. The food that they had for dinner, which were some sausage rolls, and some wraps - straight out of the bag - with some varying toppings, like tomato, capsicum, cheese and even some lettuce, with the 'main' ingredient for the wraps being either mince with some onions and garlic, or if you didn't want that, there was some chicken as an option instead.
Despite being some rather unconventional party food, it was enough to have the kids have some full bellies, and it was enough to satisfy the hunger of the older ones.
Before the cake was brought out, Harry had decided that it would be best to open the presents that he recieved from both Mindy, and from the twins, Grace and Faith.
From Mindy, he had gotten a small birthday card, which had a custom made message from her - it was very sweet of her, and she had flushed a healthy shade of red once Harry had read it out, and the others 'aww'd at it - and in the note was a £10 note.
Mindy had quickly spoken up, in case she had upset Harry, saying that she didn't know what to get him for his birthday, and that instead of giving him nothing, she had given him the money from her piggy bank instead.
Seeing that Mindy was nervous after explaining her reasoning for the gift she had, Harry had reassured her by giving her a hug, and explaining that her being at the party with him was enough of a present for him. Yet again, that caused a wave of 'Aww's' and coos to go around the table, and both he and Mindy had flushed pink at that.
Then, he moved onto the next present, which was from the twins, and they were very eager for him to open the gift up. Once he did, he was surprised to see half of a birthday card that seemed to have some pieces missing to it, but then, Grace had taken out the other half of the birthday card, and when put together, it turned out that the second half of the card actually fit together in the puzzle-like piece quality of it.
Even further, the card seemed to have their own personalities perfectly, with Faith's side being more energetic and cheerful, with large, messy writing, whilst Grace's side was more neat and even finished off Faith's unfinished sentences. It was very cute, and very cool, and Harry had to admit, he had even passed the card to aunt Petunia and aunt Marge to read, which gave them a few chuckles when they noticed what was going on.
It was very much like them to do things their own way, even for a birthday card.
Then, coming to the actual present, he was surprised when he unwrapped some comic books for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and he had even received another comic book under the title of 'Watchmen', something he was meaning to get, but hadn't gotten the opportunity.
He had placed down those books with the greatest smile on his face, and almost immediately, he had brought the twins into a massive hug!
Then, Aunt Petunia - who had decided now would be a great time to bring out the cake - came back into the fray, carrying out a rather large chocolate cake that had vanilla filling, with seven lit candles on top of it, and had mint icing on it that spelt out, 'Happy Birthday'!
They had sung him a Happy Birthday, with everyone being seemingly coordinated and in-key, and once the song had ended, Harry had made a wish for, 'I want everyone to be happy!', before he blew out the candles - although, one did have some trouble going out.
Of course, Harry was allowed to cut the cake - after the candles were removed - with the help of Aunt Petunia, who had managed to keep his hand steady whilst doing so.
After the cheers that were given to him, he had brought the knife out of the slice of cake. Much to his confusion, Petunia started to giggle, when he asked what was funny, she had merely stated, 'The knife is dirty, you've got to kiss the closest girl.'
Nodding in understanding, he placed the knife down in the middle of the table, and had gazed around, deciding on who he was going to kiss from the supposed 'tradition'. Although, he couldn't decide on who to kiss, so, he had decided to kiss everyone, to make sure that he did the supposed 'challenge' and to make sure that everyone didn't feel left out if he didn't choose them.
Aunt Petunia, Aunt Marge and even Penny were the most pleased to get the kiss of course, with Penny even giving him another chaste kiss on the cheek once she recieved hers.
With that done, everyone had dug into the desert, all the while the parents conversed with each other and the kids had conversed with themselves. Penny had decided to 'surf' between conversations, sometimes having some great conversations with Harry and his younger friends, or going back to the adults and letting her voice be heard every once in a while.
All in all, it was a great time. Not even Vernon's sudden appearance at the party had deterred them, although, aunt Petunia and aunt Marge did give him a stern talking to when they found out he was trying to sneak Dudley a large piece of cake to his room.
However, after two hours of partying, it had been decided that it should be time to leave for him, considering that Faith and Grace were starting to become very sluggish and struggling to keep their eyes open. Beatrice was starting to become a little cranky - a common thing for her when she is tired - and Harry was starting to become a little tired as well.
So, here aunt Petunia, aunt Marge and even Harry were, at the front door, fare welling the Haywood's as they got into their car and left down the street. Keeping their doors open until they had left their sight, they had turned their attention towards Harry.
What they found was adorable.
He was leaning gently against Aunt Marge's hip, acting like her rather plump and soft hips were the most comfortable of pillows and had closed his eyes, falling into a slumber. The excitement and energy that he had from the cake and the party food had long left his body.
"Poor dear, all tired out." Aunt Marge said softly, gently picking Harry up with one hand under his legs to keep him support as he rested against her breasts, "I think its best that we head off to bed." She said to Petunia.
Aunt Petunia nodded, "Right, it's been a busy day for him." She said, before giving Harry a slight kiss on the forehead, "Sweat dreams." She murmured out so she didn't wake him, bringing her posture back up, she brought her gaze to her sister-in-law, "Are you heading off to bed as well, or are you staying up for a little while longer?" She questioned.
Humming in thought, Aunt Marge took a few moments before she decided on what she wanted to do, "I think I will stay up a bit longer, I'm not that tired yet."
"Right, please do make sure Ripper is guarding his door. I wouldn't put it past Vernon or Dudley to try something, even if it is past Dudley's bed time." She said, sniffing angrily at the nerve Vernon had during the party.
Him taking a slice of cake was fine, as there was still a few slices left, however, him trying to sneak in a bigger slice for Dudley, even though he was grounded and wasn't getting any cake was something that annoyed her greatly! It was like Vernon didn't even care!
"Don't worry, I will." Aunt Marge stated, a rather mean looking grin on her face as she imagined Ripper having her brother as a chew toy.
"Good." Petunia said, before glancing towards the grandfather clock, "I better bring Harry's presents inside before the rain sets in." With that, Petunia had left towards the backyard, leaving Marge alone with Harry.
Looking down at Harry, she gave a small smooch on the forehead, "Let's get you to bed, little one."
With that, Marge made her way up the staircase and towards Harry's room.
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