A/N: Sorry it took a lot longer than I thought to get around to writing this but I'm done school so I should be quicker with updates now. Let me know what you think of this chapter please.

"Er, Aunt Petunia come in." Harry answered her nervously. Ginny slipped out the door behind her but both were too busy looking at each other to notice.

"Harry, I know you are leaving today, so I have come to say good-bye" She started, silent tears still rolling down her cheeks. She took a seat on his bed and motioned for him to follow. She set a photo album on her lap and wiped off the dust then opened it. Harry sat on the bed beside her to see the pictures. There were two little girls, both with long hair and bright shiny eyes, they looked happy. They were playing with each other in every picture, sometimes arms around each other or even hugging. In the pictures where they got a little bit older maybe 8, they were colour and the long flowing blonde hair of the one girl and fiery red hair of the other seemed to shine in the photograph, and the dazzling green eyes of the red head almost jumped out at him. The last picture of the album was different than the rest; the red head was in a kitchen in Hogwarts robes standing tall and proud in between proud looking parents. In the corner of the photograph Harry could see a girl sulking in a chair and her face suddenly looked ugly.

"I'm sorry Harry." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "I knew she was strange, but it didn't matter to me, when she would make something weird happen we would laugh. But then one day a letter changed everything, it was like I wasn't there anymore; she was so special that I no longer mattered. I loved her Harry, she was my sister, and my best friend. As soon as she left for Hogwarts I hated magic. I'm not sure I said more than pass the mashed potatoes to her that summer. After that I started calling her names like freak. I tried convincing my parents that she was a messed up freak and nothing good could come of it. I suggested throwing her out of the house. 'nonsense' they would say.

As soon as I graduated I left and moved in with Vernon, I couldn't stand to be in that house any longer, the only thing that I took that could remind me was this album. It was for the nights that I still missed my sister. I told Vernon about them before we married I convinced him that I was afraid of magic and that he should be too, that it was a horrible scary thing.

When you came, I locked this album away, Vernon had still never seen it. When you came I realized that this was a chance to turn the tables. This time I would make it so that the normal one would get all the attention and the strange one would be considered a freak. I wanted revenge and I got it by using you. I was actually scared of magic by this point though, it was no longer a matter of being bitter, after Voldemort killed your parents, magic did scare me. As you and Dudley grew up it started with me trying to spoil him and believe that he was always wrong and treating you like dirt, but then I actually started to believe it. I got scared though when I got that howler or that threat from the aurors, it helped to remind me what I was doing and that Dudley really wasn't right or a very nice kid, but I kept with the act. Every time Dudley did something wrong it got harder and harder to play along.

Dudley got arrested last week, that night we had to go pick him up from his friends house… we were bailing him out of jail. Since then I decided enough is enough, it's not worth it any more. I can't stand the thought of defending him anymore or you leaving for the last time without a proper good bye, it wouldn't be fair. I know I have never been fair to you Harry, I'm sorry. The least I could do is give you this explanation. So I'm guessing you are going to fight him?"

"Voldemort? Yeah" Harry responded, not sure why he was responding in such a conversational tone after what she had just told him. Aunt Petunia nodded.

"I figured you would be, good luck." She told him, attempting a smile.

"Thanks."

"And your headmaster, if I'm not mistaken… is no longer with us?"

"Right again."

"I'm sorry. I met him once , he was a nice man, and from what I have heard he was a very good man."

"He was." Harry's stomach churned a little, he hated talking about him in past tense. "So who else have you met?"

"Your godfather, Sirius. Your mother brought James and his friends home after her last year. And as long as I'm spilling everything anyway, I guess I'll tell you this." She smiled a little and took a breathe in "I had a crush on him." She blushed a little even after all these years. " Is that girl Ron's sister?" She sniffed and wiped a tear that was still resting on her chin.

"Yeah, she is" Harry smiled and handed his Aunt a tissue. She blew her nose and wiped her face then she too smiled.

"She's beautiful, she looks a lot like your mom, you made a good choice Harry."

"Thank you" Harry smiled at looked around wondering for the first time since he saw his Aunt, where Ginny had gone. As if on cue Ginny walked in the door with out even knocking. She barged in with a scowl on her face and glaring at Aunt Petunia. She may be beautiful when she's mad he thought, but she's scary too.

"You made him live in a cupboard!" She took a breath in and was about to go on a rant until Harry placed a hand on her shoulder. She stopped and looked at Harry, she noticed as a delayed reaction that they were smiling at each other when she walked in. Harry watched her face change from anger to confusion. He took her in his arms and whispered on her ear.

"It's okay now, we are fine."

"So you can just forget what she's done all these years? Ron has told me stories, I found your things in that cupboard, and I'm not stupid."

"No Gin, I can't forget, I'm not even sure I can forgive, but what's done is done and I understand now, just leave it, okay?"

"Okay" She replied a little reluctantly.

"Vernon left" Aunt Petunia said suddenly.

"I know, him and Dudley were going somewhere."

"No I mean he is gone, I told him I regret it all, and I told him what I really think of Dudley and that I was going to go and make it right before you left. First he asked if I had gone mad. Then he packed up and told Dudley to do the same." At this point she burst into tears and Harry felt himself holding her in his arms, the same person who was supposed to do that for him his whole life but hadn't once, he was doing for her. Harry made soothing sounds and told her it would be fine. After a bit Harry heard a sound that made him jump.

"Hem, hem." It was Ginny sounding way too close to that Umbridge cow for his liking. "We do still have to get going Harry," Ginny told him.

"I know, Aunt Petunia, if you need anything let me know, I'll send you an owl to use if you will, I know it will be hard to manage on your own at first."

"Harry? Why are you being so bloody nice to me? I have treated u like dirt you're whole life and I finally need you and you're there? Why?" Aunt Petunia was staring at him with intense curiosity.

"Because that's the way I am, you're my Aunt, you're family." Harry smiled at her and headed down the stairs with Ginny. Aunt Petunia met him at the door and just before he left she gave him one last hug.

"Goodbye and Good Luck Harry."

"Good bye"

It was raining now as Harry and Ginny started walking down the street.

"Ginny, where are we going?" Harry asked, suddenly realizing he had no idea how they were getting to the Burrow.

"We are fluing from Mrs. Fig's house." Ginny told him twirling around in the rain. She looked so Happy and carefree and Harry knew that this is the first she has been this way in awhile. Harry chuckled a little as he watched her little dance, it was the cutest thing he had seen in a long time, he wanted to capture that picture in his mind and keep it there forever, it took all his self control not to take her in his arms and hold her in the rain. Instead he walked slightly behind here, a mere spectator. It wasn't that he minded that at all, this was better than any quidditch match that he had watched. She turned around to face him her soaked red hair swinging around , it almost surprised Harry that the rain hadn't put out the fire, that's what her hair was, fire that never goes out, even in the rain. If this hadn't been the situation it was what with being afraid to love her because he was being hunted by an evil wizard then this could have been one of the most romantic moments of his life. But before he knew it there was Ginny turning around to ask him if they were at the right house. It was, and Harry had never been so disappointed to see it in his life. It wasn't that he minded seeing Mrs. Fig again, only that the best walk he had ever had in this neighborhood had to end here.

"Ohh it's a doorbell!" Ginny exclaimed as she reached the front door, her eyes lightening up even more than they already were, it baffled Harry that they could do that, she just seemed so alive. "I learned about them in Muggle Sudies," she smiled.

"Well go on, press it." Harry laughed at her a little, and could almost feel his own eyes brightening. It was as if they brought each other to life. Mrs. Fig answered the door with a cat in her arms and 2 more at her feet.

"Come in, come in." she ushered them in and shut the door behind them. "You're mother just flued, she was starting to get worried." She handed them a small velvet bag and Harry and Ginny each grabbed half of the powder inside and in turn spiraled through the green flames.

"Ginny! Harry! There you two are, I was starting to get worried, were you having problems getting him away from the muggles. Harry shifted uncomfortably at that mention, but quickly forgot his discomfort as he sank into Mrs. Weasley's big motherly hug. When she pulled away her eyes shifted to glance at the still humming and dancing Ginny and her sparkling eyes and back to Harry. "What did you do?" she asked, confusing Harry, he didn't think he had done anything wrong. "She hasn't cracked a smile since she got here. She has looked almost… dead, well what I saw of her, she barely left her room. Now she looks so… alive! Well how doesn't matter now does it Harry, thank You." She smiled and pulled him into a crushing hug. "Why don't you two wash up and I'll get you something to eat. Oh and Ron and Hermione are coming home tonight too, I want the wedding party to be around while getting ready for the wedding. Oh and Harry I almost forgot, Remus asked me to give this to you." She handed Harry a letter and sat down on the couch to read it as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Harry

I spoke with Professor Dumbledore's portrait today and he told me to tell you to tell me about the "seven pieces of the soul". I have no idea what he means but I'm guessing you do and he says it is urgent, he overheard Minerva and knows some vital information and you have to know before it's too late. I don't know what the man… well… portrait is going on about but I suggest you meet me tonight at 9:00, Molly knows where to find me.

Remus Lupin