Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.

Those were the names he was known by in the wizarding world. He was special, they told him. A hero. I was the only one who saw him for who he really was... A freak. That was what he actually was. A freak with freaky parents and even freakier friends who went to a freaky school with freaky classes with freaky teachers and freaky pets.

That was what he really was. A freak. The whole lot of them are, those wizarding folk.

How do I know this? I am the boy's aunt; Aunt Petunia, is what he used to and still does call me.

Harry has grown now and he is now twenty-five and married to his, you guessed it, freak for a girlfriend; Ginny Weasly who happens to be the sister of his freaky best friend; Ron Weasley.

The Weasley's are freaks in their purest form. I met them just before Harry and their daughter married and it was at that point I realised just how normal my sister was among the wizarding folk, and she used to be the biggest freak to ever walk the Earth, in my mind.

The Weasley's were a strange lot to put it lightly. They barged into my house the day we met them three days before Harry's and Ginny's wedding; a boy without an ear ate everything on offer in my cupboards and fridge, the mother kept trying to start a conversation with me whilst knitting and the father kept asking me for the functions of common items like bubble bath and carrier bags. A boy called Percy was the normal-est of them all and just kept to himself and read a book in silence in the corner of the room. However, the book he was reading had the bizarre title of 'How To Make A Frog Into Vinegar' by Ellena Wormworth.

Ginny and Ron remained upstairs with Harry, along with his other friend, Hermione Granger, and away from the ensuing chaos. Dudley had moved away to Liverpool a few months before this time and he was unable to attend this freaky meeting with the Weasley family so luckily, he didn't have to suffer this chaos. Vernon wasn't so lucky. He nearly strangled Mr Weasley who kept asking him about what spell was used on telephones to make them work and when he didn't, that one eared boy started pestering him about how strange our food tasted.

Once the Weasley's finally left our, now filthy house with Hermione falling suit. I asked Harry with sweat dripping down my face and a tired voice, "How... how can you last an hour with them?"

Harry gave me an 'Uhhh' sound before he spoke. "Well... there is actually two other brothers in the family, Bill and Charlie... and Fred died six years ago.."

I gave him a horrified look. "You mean there are more of them!"

"Y-yes, Aunt Petunia." I collapsed into a chair.

"Harry, you really are a freak with no common sense."

I did attend the pair's wedding, but only lasted until right after the wedding vows where I finally had enough of the Weasley and fled the scene.

I haven't seen any of the Weasley's, besides Ron and Ginny, since that day.