Chapter two

Harry sat in his bedroom, brooding over the death of Cedric, he blamed himself for offering to share the cup. At least Cedric's father didn't blame him he had taken Harry aside and told him he believed that Voldemort was back and Harry was telling the truth, Mr. Diggory even thanked Harry for bringing his boy's body back so they could have closure.

Harry pondered if he should talk to his aunt and uncle about his worries and doubts, maybe they could answer some of his questions. He knew they didn't love him but they treated him well all things considered, he had his little room and enough to eat, sure they got mad when he did better than Dudley at school but now he could do as well as he wanted since they didn't go to the same school anymore. The Dursleys didn't know enough about Hogwarts to realize the difference. He also didn't have to worry about Ron either, after last year when Ron didn't believe him about putting his name in the cup they were no longer friends, Ron never did apologize and he could do as well as he wanted, He had decided he would drop Divinations and take up Runes instead and Arithmancy was interesting too, he read up on both all last year when he was studying for the tournament.

Harry got up off his bed and headed downstairs it was time to talk to his aunt and uncle. He stood in the door to the sitting room, his voice soft and a bit hesitant.

"Uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia can we talk, something isn't right and I have some questions.

Vernon looked at Petunia, sighed then nodded.

"Pet its time."

Petunia looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but there but nodded back, they both stood. Harry and Vernon headed for the dining room table.

Petunia sighed then said "wait here I need to get something and I will be right back"

Harry wondered what his aunt was getting but figured he would find out soon enough so started to make some tea while they were waiting for his aunt to come back. When Petunia came back she was holding an old, dusty journal then handing it to Harry saying,

"This was your mother's diary, go read it and there is a trunk from the attic I put in your room, look through it then if you have more questions we will answer them."

Harry nodded and hurried to his room carrying the precious diary wanting to read it and look through the trunk, finally he was going to get some answers. Every time He had asked before his aunt and uncle had always told him they would explain when he was older. Flopping down on his bed he began to read.