They chose not to say anything to Vernon's sister Marge knowing she most likely wouldn't wish to relocate. She had a comfortable life on the cliffs of Dover and enjoyed her afternoon teas with the Colonel too much to want to move somewhere she knew no one but them. Though she loved her brother and nephew, a couple of visits each year was enough for her to remember why she'd never married or wanted to have children of her own. And then there were her championship dogs to think about. Marge was a breeder of championship bulldogs. She'd won many awards for her dogs and sold the pups to police academies around Britain. She'd even sold some to handicapped training facilities to be used as guide dogs and help mates for those that needed them. Even if she moved somewhere new, there was no way she could or even would, give up on the dogs. And if she tried to re-establish herself elsewhere, she could still be traced through the dogs. Because to be successful in that business you had to rely on past examples of what the dogs you bred could become.
Even if she did wish to go with them, they really didn't want to share a dwelling with her while she looked for new accommodations. Marge was too uncouth for them. Too rough around the edges. While there was a chance she'd be grabbed by the wizards trying to control Harry, there was absolutely no chance Harry would raise so much as an eyebrow over her fate. Marge had been too mean and too nasty to him over the years for little to no reason but that she wished to be. Nor could she be used to pull the rest of them out of hiding since they had to be found to be told the wizards had her. And if they could be found to be told, then there was no reason to grab her in the first place.
Thinking about her however had caused Vernon to realize for the first time how very unfairly his sister had treated Harry. Solemnly he had turned to Harry and apologized to him for the way he'd allowed Marge to treat him over the years. He didn't try to explain his behavior to his nephew. Or hers. Just explained that he could see things differently now and realized how everything must have felt to Harry all these years. Harry had accepted the apology as it was meant and let the matter drop.
Harry didn't care for Marge Dursley at all. He never had or would. No matter what excuse his Aunt and Uncle had for their treatment of him, they'd at least provided him with food, shelter, clothing, medical care when it was absolutely needed and an early education. They'd taught him what he needed to know to take care of his body's needs and some general rules of staying safe in society. They'd even taught him job related skills he could use to provide a living for himself. But she'd never had any of that to balance her cruelty. She was cruel just for the sake of being cruel and she hated Harry for no good reason as he'd certainly never cost her a thing. Harry only thanked God she didn't have a key to this house or any right to be here any longer since Vernon had signed it over to him. But she was the reason Harry had unplugged the phone when his relatives abandoned him here.
Vernon had sent her the information that the family was moving and would contact her when they were settled. He hadn't given her a reason for the move or even told her exactly when the move would take place. He'd just said they were moving for business reasons and would be in touch when they were settled and ready for visitors. So she had no reason to come calling on the address any more. Or to even call on the phone. Unless she got drunk and forgot they'd written to say they were moving.
When it grew too dark and chilly for comfort on the rock any longer, Harry sighed and climbed down the rock to go inside. He turned on a low burning light in the kitchen that provided just enough light for him to cook by and made himself a light dinner. His Aunt had made sure he was accustomed to eating at least twice a day and eating small, well-balanced meals instead of just whatever he could get to quickly and eat just as fast.
She knew why he tended to eat that way and it made her wince as she worked to retrain him out of those habits. The three short weeks she had before the family left along with the couple of months the previous summer, to retrain Harry into sensible eating habits and in the ways he could remain here and be safe from harm, weren't very long but she was determined to do right by her sister's child for a change. She felt she owed it to the boy now that she fully understood exactly why he had been dumped on her in the manner he had been. And he understood why she hated the world that had stolen her sister away. Now that she knew she'd fallen straight into the trap that wicked old man had set for her and played into his game of making sure Harry had no binding ties to keep him from throwing his life away at the old man's whim. A life her sister had died trying to protect.
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