The next day the children were outside playing in Daisy's old playhouse, and the adults were having coffee in the living room.

"So Petunia, I've always wanted to know, what was Harry as a child, he never tells me?" Ginny asked. Harry began to hurriedly tidy up the cups and saucers.

"Well, um, you see dear, um, he was, special?" She stuttered before Vernon jumped in.

"He was not special Petunia! He was a nuisance and still is! He deserved to be under them stairs! I still don't know why we took him in in the first place, he...!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT THE STAIRS!" Ginny screamed. Vernon realised he was had said to much and sank back into the chair.

"Ginny, he, it's nothing." Harry came in from the kitchen and tried to calm her down.

"No Harry, tell me what he said about the stairs!" She told him with the same face as Molly Weasley and he gave in.

"Um, well, I um slept under the stairs..." He mumbled.

"What?"

"I slept under the stairs."

"WHAT! YOU SLEPT UNDER THE FUCKING STAIRS!"

"Only until I was 11." He seemed very nervous. Ginny glared at Petunia and Vernon and muttered, "How could you?"

Petunia began to stutter, but Ginny was off. She stomped over to the cupboard and opened it. What she saw would shock her forever.

An old creaky, camp bed lay covered in cobwebs and a small shelf with toys and broken figurines. On the bed was a bunch of old textbooks locked in a chain. There was hover and dustpan but other than that it was not changed since Harry was there.

"Is this it?" She said through gritted teeth. They nodded and Ginny stomped outside and looked for the one who looked like Harry. She grabbed Albus by the arm and brought him to the cupboard.

She sat him down and he looked confused. "HOW COULD YOU, YOU...!" She did this to prove a point and Petunia looked about to cry and Vernon looked sheepish. She was abut to continue but Harry grabbed Albus in his arms and hugged him, he wouldn't let him go and had teary eyes and soon broke down crying. Ginny, Al and harry hugged on the floor before Vernon closed the cupboard quickly. They three stood up and Harry pulled himself together and ruffled Al's messy hair and let him go play.

"I'm sorry Ginny, I just, I couldn't, I just, I never want them to ever see that cupboard again, I'm sorry, It's just to hard." She hugged him and Petunia apologised and Vernon ran upstairs. He came back down with a box,

"Open it, just open it." It wasn't said in a mean or even nice way, but it was meaningful.

Harry opened it and inside was a blanket and note, a few letters and pictures. It even had a newspaper article in it.

The blanket was the one he was wrapped in all those years ago in Godrics Hallow, and the note Dumbledore left. A letter from Lupin to Petunia explaining the funeral arrangements for Lily and James' funeral. More letters explaining what was happening in the wizarding world and how to keep him safe, in one it said in case of an ambush, make Harry sleep somewhere unsuspected and lock the door every time he shows signs in magic, as that could tip the ministry of his whereabouts and cause an uproar for the reporters. The rest were from McGonagall informing them what had happened to Harry that year at school. The pictures were of his parents and family, to be given to Harry to remember them when he was older. The newspaper article was of him and Dumbledore after the battle at the Ministry on it in Dumbledore's writing was scribbled, Dumbledore's man through and through, that's you Harry. And he's with James now, Sirius is with James, finally reunited, don't forget that Harry, a partner in crime, together at last! -Dumbledore

At this point Harry was crying on the couch and with Ginny by his side hugging his arm.

"Thank you, thank you!" Ginny kept saying to the Dursleys.