A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

If you haven't yet, read before this story:

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets

The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Prisoner of Azkaban

The Worst Dursley Visit Ever

If there is one thing Harry hates more than a visit with his least favorite relatives the Dursleys, it's a few days with his uncle Vernon Dursley's sister Marge.

The day after coming for their annual visit with the Dursleys, Vernon announced that his sister was coming to visit a few days before James and Harry was due to leave the Dursley house.

According to Vernon, he tried to negotiate with Marge for another time, but Marge wouldn't budge as she already miss seeing Dudley's birthday twice, and days that Harry and James were still there that Marge was to come and visit was the only time she had available to visit.

Harry hated Marge. Normally Marge lives in the country in a house with a large garden where she bred bulldogs and only visits once a year from what Harry been told as she couldn't bare to leave her bulldogs.

The last time she visited the same time James and Harry were with the Dursleys was before James started working for Hogwarts and Marge spend her whole visit badmouthing Harry's dad saying he was a no good person and let one of her bulldogs chase Harry up the tree he was forced to stay until James came to his rescue all because he accidentally stepped on his tail.

Since then James tried to make sure they never visit the Dursleys the same time Vernon's sister visited. But now that Harry started Hogwarts, their time to visit the Dursleys has been limited to only the summer, Harry just knew it was a matter of time the two visits combine once more.

The day Marge was due to visit, Harry and James came down from their joint bedroom for breakfast. Normally James stayed in the Dursley's guestroom while Harry gets what use to be Dudley's second bedroom, but due to Marge's visit, James had to move into the same room as his son, which neither complained about.

Harry had already send Hedwig to stay with his uncle/godfather Sirius—also known as Uncle Padfoot to Harry—for the remaining time of the visit, which wasn't hard since the Dursleys had finally let Hedwig travel at night to catch mice and deliver messages after getting tired of hearing the poor snow owls hoot and make loud noises whenever she was locked up in her cage.

Sirius wasn't really Harry's uncle, but he along with another one of James' best friends Remus—whom Harry called Uncle Moony—helped James raised Harry after his mother Lilly was murdered, and Harry came to see them as more like uncles than Vernon.

"I'd better be off in a minute, Petunia. Marge's train will be here at ten," Vernon said—who was a large beefy man. He turned to James and Harry. "You two better behave while she's here."

Even dressed as Muggles, Harry and James would stick out like a soar thumb around the Durlseys. Vernon Dursley was this big man with a double chin and red hair (although no where near as red as the Weasley's hair). His wife Petunia Dursley was a blonde with a horse like face and long neck. Finally there was their son Dudley who looked more like a pink pig with blonde hair than human.

Whereas Harry and James, both had black messy hair and facial features. The only difference was that Harry inherit his mother's green eyes and nose, as well as a thin lightning shape scar Harry had on his forehead from the night his mother was killed by an evil wizard name Voldemort, who came to kill him but failed.

"Well Petunia," said Uncle Vernon, getting heavily to his feet. "I'll be off to the station, then. Want to come along for the ride, Dudders?"

"No," said Duddley, whose attention was to the television placed in their kitchen for a welcome-home-for-the-summer present to him.

"Duddly 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 before leaving.

"Dad, do we really have to go through this?" Harry asked as they headed back up to their shared room to get ready. "Couldn't we finish this visit some other time."

"Sorry, kiddo, but no can do," James said.

"But I hate Uncle Vernon's sister," Harry complained. "She's almost as bad as the portrait of Uncle Padfoot's mum."

James chuckled at Harry's comment. The first time Harry saw the portait of Sirius' mother, it was when Harry was a toddler while they were staying with Sirius. The portrait normally was covered up, but of course Harry being a curious child somehow uncovered it, and the portrait started screaming and yelling at the strange disturbance, which frightened Harry so much he ran crying to him and Sirius.

"Don't worry, Harry, it's just for three days, then we'll go home," James said. "Tell you what, behave around Vernon's sister, and the next time we go to Diagon Alley, I'll get you some Chuddley Cannon Quidditch Robes."

"Really?" Harry asked. "Okay."

James chuckled as he thought to himself, Works every time.

They went to their rooms and tried to make themselves as Muggle like and presentable as they could. They even tried to brush his hair down, which wasn't easy as their hair was just naturally messy. James even dressed in a brown muggle suit Vernon let him borrow. Since James' profession can be pass off as a Muggle job, Vernon was willing to let James tell his sister a about him being a professor in Astronomy as long as James looked the part of a Muggle who works at a university as an astronomy professor.

After ten minutes, Aunt Petunia shrieked up the stairs for them to get down there to welcome their guest.

"Do something about your hair!" Aunt Petunia snapped at Harry. "And for god's sake James, fix your tie!"

James grumbled about having to fix his tie as he did as he was told.

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's doors and footsteps on the garden path.

Harry got the door without being told as he wanted to have less eye contact with Marge as possible. Harry had hoped that if he did that much, maybe he can get through the next three weeks without any accidental magic.

On the threshold stood Aunt Marge. She was very like her brother: large, beefy, and purple-faced, she even had a mustache, though not as bushy as his. In one hand she held an enormous suiteca se, tucked under the other was an old evil-tempered bulldog.

"Oh, you're here," Marge looked at James. "I see you try to make yourself look more presentable than last time."

"Nice to see you again, too, Marge," James said. "May I take your suitcase?"

Marge was hesitant at first, as if trying to find out if this was some kind of trick. Once she was satisfied that it wasn't, she tossed James her suitcase, who was happy to take it up stairs.

"Now, where's my Dudders?" roared Marge. "Where's my neffy-poo?"

Dudley came waddling down the hall his blonde hair plastered flat to his fat head, a bow tie just visible under his many chins, and a twenty-pound note that Harry guess was bribe money. Marge seized her nephew in a tight one arm hug, and planted a large kiss on his cheek.

"Petunia!" shouted Marge, striding past Harry as though he was a hat stand to give her sister-in-law kiss on the cheek greeting.

Vernon came in, smiling jovially as he shut the door and James came back down the stairs after taking Marge's suitcase to her room.

This is going to be a long three days. Harry thought.

A/N: There you go. The first chapter of the new story.