Ten year old Harry Potter sat quietly in the back of his Uncle Vernon's town car and watched raindrops splash against his window. His Aunt Petunia was driving and she navigated the slick roads with pinched lips. Neither his uncle nor his cousin Dudley had been home when Harry had arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive but his Aunt had let him in and given him a towel to dry off with.
She had been less welcoming after he told her who he was.
Now his birth mother's only sister was driving him back home and it was all Harry could do to keep himself from crying. He had spent so long tracking down his family. He had even stolen his teacher's credit card to pay for a website to help him find information about his birth parents. He hadn't expected a tearful reunion, not really, but Harry had been hoping he could at least see some pictures of his Lily-mum.
He should have known better, he supposed. It was his Aunt and Uncle who had given him away after his real parents died. Harry's Regina-mum hadn't been very kind about telling him, but Grandpa Henry had explained that her feelings were just hurt that Harry had called Lily and James Potter his real parents when he asked about his birth family. Regina-mum hadn't apologized exactly, but she had hugged him a lot and taken him apple-picking the following weekend so he forgave her.