Author's note: this is my first Harry Potter fanfic, Please don't flame me. Also I know that in the books Petunia loathes Harry but this is a fanfic, anything can happen.

Disclaimer: unfortunately I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

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Chapter one: Midnight Explanation

"Harry help!" a female voice screamed.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled.

"Harry!" Another female voice called.

"Ginny!" Harry screamed.

"No Harry,"

"Ron!"

"Hello Harry," An ice cold voice sneered, "Say good bye to your friends."

"Don't kill my friends what have they done to you," Harry commanded

"Oh don't worry I'm not interested in your friends so I won't kill them, yet. However I am going to murder you, right in front of them so they can witness the downfall of the boy-who-lived and the rise of the dark lord. Avada Kedavra!"

"NOOOO!"

Harry thrashed around in his bed, he was screaming, sweating, and his scar on his forehead seemed to be burning up worse than usual but he could not wake up.

In Vernon and Petunia Dursley's bedroom

"Petunia the boy is screaming in his sleep again," Vernon told his wife, "this is the third time this week."

"Let me handle this Vernon," Petunia told her husband.

"You tell that boy if he does not stop with the screaming, He'll never sleep in this house ever again." Vernon threatened.

Petunia walked down the hall and entered the room in which the screaming was coming from. Petunia went over to her nephew's bed his bed sheets were all tangled up from his trashing. Petunia nudged the boy but he did not wake.

"Harry! Harry wake up you are screaming again." Petunia yelled in the boy's ear nudging him a little harder. Harry jerked awake still screaming and trashing.

"Harry please!" Petunia commanded, "It's your aunt. Please calm down if you can. What were you dreaming about was it... him?"

"Yeah," Harry panted, knowing whom his aunt was referring to.

"When I first walked in you were holding your head, are you alright?" Petunia asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

"I have a really bad headache," Harry replied weakly knowing better than to tell his aunt that his scar felt as if it were on fire because he thought she might think he was crazy.

Petunia put her hand on Harry's burning forehead; her cold hand felt soothing against his scar. "You're burning up, how long have you been feeling like this? Stay here I'll try and find you some aspirin under one condition you don't tell your uncle."

"Why are you helping me?" Harry asked, "I thought you hated me. Is it because of the threat?"

Petunia sighed, "I Made an secret agreement with Dumbledore that I would make sure you don't get kicked out of this house, that you got proper care when you are sick, and to make sure you don't die while living here. I only act mean around your uncle because he told me he wanted your life here as miserable as possible, no exceptions, but he didn't know. You need to stay alive for the sake of your... type and for the sake of the world. Dumbledore explained that to me sometime after you came to live here. He still writes to me when you are in danger. Well I am going to get you some aspirin I'll make sure it's the kind that makes you drowsy, I'll be back." Harry watched as Petunia left the room shocked at what he had just heard.

Petunia got a cup of water, two nighttime aspirins and returned to Harry's room. "Here these will make you drowsy." She tells Harry as she hands him the cup and two pills. Harry immediately finds himself feeling drowsy and he heard the words, "Good night Harry see you in the morning." Then he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep