Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the other characters

This is my first story. The next chapter will be longer.

Life's Dramatics

Harry Potter had been living at Number 4, Private Drive for two weeks now since the school had let out at the end of Harry's fourth year. Earlier that day Sirius had sent him a later saying that some people would be picking him up at midnight and to not tell anyone even his relatives that he was leaving. Half an Hour before midnight, Harry made sure that he had all of his belongings and made his way quietly out of his bedroom and into the living room not noticing that someone was still in the room sitting in the dark.

Aunt Petunia- Leaving so soon?

Harry whipped out his wand and pointed at the person that was in the room with him before he noticed who it was as she turned on the lamp next to her.

Harry- Yes, my godfather said that he would be picking me up at midnight for some reason. Probably so the muggles ... I mean normal people don't see us leave. What are you still doing up?

Petunia closed her eyes briefly and opened them looking quite nervous and not sure what to say. She quickly got out of her seat and went into the cupboard that he once lived in and pulled out two, old medium-sized trunks then brought them back into the living room and sat them next to Harry.

Aunt Petunia- It is time that I told you the truth as to why I we never treated you as our nefew. When your mother received her letter from that school of yours I was jealous. It was a dream of mine to go somewhere where there was magic. My parents basically ignored me and focused all there time either worrying about Lily at school or listening and retelling stories that Lily had told about her school. I never really hated her but every time I saw her eyes it always reminded me of those long, lonely seven years. Then I had met Vernon. He was the sweetest man I have ever met in my entire life. When I told him about how my sister was a witch he was surprised at first and began to get so fascinated about it, he was always asking Lily and James about magic and the magical world. During that time I had learned to become atleast civil with Lily. Then everything changed for the worst. Your Headmaster had come to our house a month before your parents... my sister was murdered. He was saying that he needed to talk to us about something very important. We had invited him into the living room and before we realized it he had his wand out at us and we were tied to a chair. He told us it was for the "greater good" and did some kind of spell that made Vernon into a greedy, ignorant man that hated magic and Dudley into a... well more of a brat then he already was. He didn't do anything to me for some reason. I had tried to go to Lily but when I went there wasn't even a house on the lot. A month later you were on our doorstep with a letter from Dumbledore saying that your parents were murdered by Voldemort. These two trunks were your mother and fathers from when they went to Hogwarts. I assume you want them?

Harry nodded signalling that he wanted the trunks. Other then that small head movement he wasn't quite sure what to say or what to believe. Did his uncle really like magic at a time? Did Dudley used to be less of a greedy bastard? Did Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Leader of the Light and the man he thought to be a mentor, really do that to his uncle and cousin?