Vernon Dursley was not a nice man. Neither was his wife Petunia. Their son Dudley was just a pig in a wig, with a good right hook.

"BOY!" Get down here now!" Vernon bellowed. "NOW!"

Harry James Potter was a normal teenage boy. Despite the fact that he was loathed by his Aunt and Uncle, was starved, had a murderous psychopathic wizard trying to kill him, and attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry since the age of eleven. Yes, Harry Potter was just a normal fifteen-year-old. Aforementioned boy was cleaning out five years of accumulated debris out of the bottom of his school trunk when he heard his uncle yelling up the stairs at him.

"BOY! Get down here! NOW!" Sighing deeply, the boy-who-lived tromped his way down the stairs as loud as possible to irritate his already irate uncle.

"You insolent little freak. Took you long enough." Uncle Vernone said with distain. "You Aunt and I was going out. Dudley is at a friend's house. You will have the attic all cleaned out and organized by the time we get home. Understand?"

"And, if I don't?"

The purple vein in Uncle Vernon's temple throbed. He leaned in close to his nephew. "Then you will never go back to that freak school of yours!"

"You can't do that!" said Harry, outraged.

"I can, and I will!" threatened Uncle Vernon. "We took you in out of the goodness of our hearts! You had no where else to go. We let you eat our food, and we even gave you Dudder's second bedroom! And how do you repay us? By being an ungrateful little swine!" He spat at Harry. "No one wants a freak!" His uncle grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close. "You remember boy," he warned. "clean out that attic, or not going back to that school will be the least of your worries!" Harry's uncle turned and walked out the door without a backwards glance at his nephew.

The boy-who-lived's emerald eyes flashed dangerously. "What do I look like?" A bloody house elf?" He sighed. He wound his way up the stairs to the attic. There were boxes upon boxes stacked halfway up the walls. Well, I might as well start over here. Harry thought walking to the left side of the attic. He was shocked by what he saw. All the boxes were labeled 'Lily's Stuff'. Harry knew his uncle never set foot in the attic, so he assumed his Aunt Petunia had placed them up there.

But why? I thought she hated my mother? Harry decided to just look through the boxes to see what was in them. In the box closest to him he found photo albums. He opened the top one and with a jolt saw the faces of his father and mother, and Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, two people he assumed were Frank and Alice Longbottom because of their resemblance to Neville, and the traitor, Pettigrew. They all looked to be in their seventh year at Hogwarts. He felt a wave of sadness overtake him.

They all look so happy. They haven't a clue about what will happen to them in a couple of years. He turned the page and saw his mother and Petunia standing on either side of small boy with brown hair and startling green eyes so very much like his own.

The caption read 'Petunia(14), Lily(12), Adam(11) Adam's first year'

My mum had a brother? What else is everyone keeping from me? He made a mental note to ask Hermione to research Adam Evans. He pulled the next box towards me and found it to be a box of books. Hermione would be speechless now. He smirked at the thought. He opened the top book.

'Long Lost Spells'

by: Herbert Peverall.

Harry flipped to random page and began to read.

'One of the least known spells is the Ones Verus Vobis. Speak the incantation and the pictures of the top three people who are true to you shall appear. Speak it backward and the top three people who you shan't trust shall appear.'

Well, I know who will show up. Three people who are true to me? Definitly Hermione, Ron and Ginny. Three who are out to get me? Snape, Voldemort, and Malfoy. Well, let's see.

"Ones Verus Vobis!" Three pictures appeared. The first was as predicted.

Hermione Jean Granger.

The second was a little surprising, but not unbelievable.

Luna Liliana Lovegood

The third; made his jaw drop

Blaise Ignacio Zabini

Zabini? A Slytherin? I don't think so. The spell MUST be wrong. Let's try it backwards.

The people who appeared left Harry completely speechless.

AN: I have completely redone this story. Hopefully it will be a lot better than the older one. Please review and let me know what you think.