to visit Hogsmeade on weekends； he knew it was an entirely wizarding village； and he had never set foot there。 But how on earth was he going to persuade Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to sign the form？
He looked over at the alarm clock。 It was now two o'clock in the morning。
Deciding that he'd worry about the Hogsmeade form when he woke up； Harry got back into bed and reached up to cross off another day on the chart he'd made for himself； counting down the days left until his return to Hogwarts。 Then he took off his glasses and lay down； eyes open； facing his three birthday cards。
Extremely unusual though he was； at that moment Harry Potter felt just like everyone else glad； for the first time in his life； that it was his birthday。
CHAPTER TWO
AUNT MARGE'S BIG MISTAKE
Harry went down to breakfast the next morning to find the three Dursleys already sitting around the kitchen table。 They were watching a brand…new television； a wele…home…for…the…summer present for Dudley； who had been plaining loudly about the long walk between the fridge and the television in the living room。 Dudley had spent most of the summer in the kitchen； his piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his five chins wobbling as he ate continually。
Harry sat down between Dudley and Uncle Vernon； a large； beefy man with very little neck and a lot of mustache。 Far from wishing Harry a happy birthday； none of the Dursleys made any sign that they had noticed Harry enter the room； but Harry was far too used to this to care。 He helped himself to a piece of toast and then looked up at the reporter on the television； who was halfway through a report on an escaped convict：
〃。。。 The public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous。 A special hot line has been set up； and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately。〃
〃No need to tell us he's no good；〃 snorted Uncle Vernon； staring over the top of his newspaper at the prisoner。 〃Look at the state of him； the filthy layabout！ Look at his hair！〃
He shot a nasty look sideways at Harry； whose untidy hair had always been a source of great annoyance to Uncle Vernon。 pared to the man on the television； however； whose gaunt face was surrounded by a matted； elbow…length tangle； Harry felt very well groomed indeed。
The reporter had reappeared。
〃The Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today 〃
〃Hang on！〃 barked Uncle Vernon； staring furiously at the reporter。 〃You didn't tell us where that maniac's escaped from！ What use is that？ Lunatic could be ing up the street right now！〃
Aunt Petunia； who was bony and horse…faced； whipped around and peered intently out of the kitchen window。 Harry knew Aunt Petunia would simply love to be the one to call the hot line number。 She was the nosiest woman in the world and spent most of her life spying on the boring； law…abiding neighbors。
〃When will they learn；〃 said Uncle Vernon； pounding the table with his large purple fist； 〃that hanging's the only way to deal with these people？〃
〃Very true；〃 said Aunt Petunia； who was still squinting into next door's runner beans。
Uncle Vernon drained his teacup； glanced at his watch； and added； 〃I'd better be off in a minute； Petunia。 Marge's train gets in at ten。〃
Harry； whose thoughts had been upstairs with the Broomstick Servicing Kit； was brought back to earth with an unpleasant bump。
〃Aunt Marge？〃 he blurted out。 〃Sh she's not ing here； is she？〃
Aunt Marge was Uncle Vernon's sister。 Even though she was not a blood relative of Harry's （whose mother had been Aunt Petunia's sister）； he had been forced to call her 〃Aunt〃 all his life。 Aunt Marge lived in the country； in a house with a large garden； where she bred bulldogs。 She didn't often stay at Privet Drive； because she couldn't bear to leave her precious dogs； but each of her visits stood out horribly vividly in Harry's mind。
At Dudley's fifth birthday party； Aunt Margo had whacked Harry around the shins with her walking stick to stop him from beating Dudley at musical statues。 A few years later； she had turned up at Christmas with a puterized robot for Dudley and a box of dog biscuits for Harry。 On her last visit； the year before Harry started at Hogwarts； Harry had accidentally trodden on the tail of her favorite dog。 Ripper had chased Harry out into the garden and up a tree； and Aunt Marge had refused to call him off until past midnight。 The memory of this incident still brought tears of laughter to Dudley's eyes。
〃Marge'll be here for a week；〃 Uncle Vernon snarled； 11 and while we're on the subject〃 he pointed a fat finger threateningly at Harry 〃we need to get a few things straight before I go and collect her。〃
Dudley smirked and withdrew his gaze from the television。 Watching Harry being bullied by Uncle Vernon was Dudley's favorite form of entertainment。
〃Firstly；〃 growled Uncle Vernon； 〃you'll keep a civil tongue in your head when you're talking to Marge。〃
〃All right；〃 said Harry bitterly； 〃if she does when she's talking to me。
〃Secondly；〃 said Uncle Vernon； acting as though he had not heard Harry's reply； 〃as Marge doesn't know anything about your abnormality； I don't want any any funny stuff while she's here。
You behave yourself； got me？〃
〃I will if she does；〃 said Harry through gritted teeth。
〃And thirdly；〃 said Uncle Vernon； his mean little eyes now slits in his great purple face； 〃we've told Marge you attend St。 Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys。〃
〃What？〃 Harry yelled。
〃And you'll be sticking to that story； boy； or there'll be trouble； spat Uncle Vernon。
Harry sat there； white…faced and furious； staring at Uncle Vernon； hardly able to believe it。 Aunt Marge ing for a weeklong visit it was the worst birthday present the Dursleys had ever given him； including that pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks。
〃Well； Petunia；〃 said Uncle Vernon； getting heavily to his feet； 〃I'll be off to the station； then。 Want to e along for the ride； Dudders？〃
〃No；〃 said Dudley； whose attention had returned to the television now that Uncle Vernon had finished threatening Harry。
〃Duddy's got to make himself smart for his auntie；〃 said Aunt Petunia； smoothing Dudley's thick blond hair。 〃Mummy's bought him a lovely new bow tie。〃
Uncle Vernon clapped Dudley on his porky shoulder。 〃See you in a bit； then；〃 he said； and he left the kitchen。
Harry； who had been sitting in a kind of horrified trance； had a sudden idea。 Abandoning his toast； he got quickly to his feet and followed Uncle Vernon to the front door。
Uncle Vernon was pulling on his car coat。
〃I'm not taking you；〃 he snarled as he turned to see Harry watching him。
〃Like I wanted to e；〃 said Harry coldly。 〃I want to ask you something。〃
Uncle Vernon eyed him suspiciously。
〃Third years at Hog at my school are allowed to visit the village sometimes；〃 said Harry。
〃So？〃 snapped Uncle Vernon； taking his car keys from a hook next to the door。
〃I need you to sign the permission form；〃 said Harry in a rush。
〃And why should I do that？〃 sneered Uncle Vernon。
〃Well；〃 said Harry； choosing his words carefully； 〃it'll be hard work； pretending to Aunt Marge I go to that St。 Whatsits 〃
〃St。 Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys！〃 bellowed Uncle Vernon； and Harry was pleased to hear a definite note of panic in Uncle Vernon's voice。
〃Exactly；〃 said Harry； looking calmly up into Uncle Vernon's large； purple face。 〃It's a lot to remember。 I'll have to make it sound convincing； won't I？ What if I accidentally let something slip？〃
〃You'll get the stuffing knocked out of you； won't you？〃 roared Uncle Vernon； advancing on Harry with his fist raised。 But Harry stood his ground。
〃Knocking the stuffing out of me won't make Aunt Marge forget what I could tell her；〃 he said grimly。
Uncle Vernon stopped； his fist still raised； his face an ugly puce。
〃But if you sign my permission form；〃 Harry went on quickly； 〃I swear I'll remember where I'm supposed to go to school； and I'll act like a Mug like I'm normal and everything。〃
Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon was thinking it over； even if his teeth were bared and a vein was throbbing in his temple。
〃Right；〃 he snapped finally。 〃I shall monitor your behavior carefully during Marge's visit。 If； at the end of it； you've toed the line and kept to the story； I'll sign your ruddy form。〃
He wheeled around； pulled open the front door； and slammed it so hard that one of the little panes of glass at the top fell out。
Harry didn't return to the kitchen。 He went back upstairs to his bedroom。 If he was going to act like a real Muggle； he'd better start now。 Slowly and sadly he gathered up all his presents and his birthday cards and hid them under the loose floorboard with his homework。 Then he went to Hedwig's cage。 Errol seemed to have recovered； he and Hedwig were both asleep； heads under their wings。 Harry sighed； then poked them both awake。
〃Hedwig；〃 he said gloomily； 〃you're going to have to clear off for a week。 Go with Errol。 Ron'll look after you。 I'll write him a note； explaining。 And don't look at me like that〃 Hedwig's large amber eyes were reproachful 〃it's not my fault。 It's the only way I'll be allowed to visit Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione。〃
Ten minutes later； Errol and Hedwig （who had a note to Ron bound to her leg） soared out of the window and out of sight。 Harry； now feeling thoroughly miserable； put the empty cage away inside the wardrobe。
But Harry didn't have long to brood。 In next to no time； Aunt Petunia was shrieking up the stairs for Harry to e down and get ready to wele their guest。
〃Do something about your hair！〃 Aunt Petunia snapped as he reached the hall。
Harry couldn't see the point of trying to make his hair lie flat。 Aunt Marge loved criticizing him； so the untidier he looked； the happier she would be。
All too soon； there was a crunch of gravel outside as Uncle Vernon's car pulled back into the driveway； then the clunk of the car doors and footsteps on the garden path。
〃Get the door！〃 Aunt Petunia hissed at Harry。
A feeling of great gloom in his stomach； Harr