Your Mother My Sister
Harry James Potter lay on his bed flicking through his photo album turned the page and smiled as a photo of his two best friends waved down at him. It was rather quite in number 4 private drive it was possibly because Dudley and Uncle Vernon were out and he was on his own with his Aunt. There was a small knock on his door and Harry hid his photo album under his pillow "Come in." Aunt Petunia came in looking a tiny bit nervous "Harry I want to show you something in the attic" she said " bring the photo album too" her gentle tone surprised him but he did what he was asked and followed his Aunt up the attic ladder.
"Aunt Petunia what's going on?" asked Harry curiously pushing his glasses further up his nose as he watched her make her way through the boxes shifting some before shaking her head "Ah found Harry come over here" she called. Harry made his way over carefully and read the label on the box it said Petunia & Lily sister's forever may our garden's grow " I thought you hated mum" said Harry. "No I never hated her we just disagreed sometimes or jealous" replied Aunt Petunia.
"Why did you bring me up here then?" asked Harry
"I want you to have the box Harry it's full of memories for example turn to the second photo in your album I sent that to Hagrid" Harry opened his album and saw the photo of his mum as a carefree 8 year old her thick red hair in two plaits over her shoulders.
"I didn't know you had been in touch with Hagrid"
"Yeah well he was real nice to me when I first met him so I kept in touch a little"
"I don't understand though I thought you hated people like me"
"Some I do like Mr V" admitted Aunt Petunia "But Harry the night your parents died, you didn't just lose your mother I lost my sister"