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Harry blinked at his parents a few times, before his mouth decided to start functioning properly. "Sorry, I just slipped into a strange parallel universe where absolutely nothing made sense there for a moment. Did you say Lily and James Potter?"
"Yes, yes I did." Lily looked confused. "Why? Do you recognise those names?"
"I do. Hold on a minute." Harry pulled out a mobile phone from his pocket. He was very proud of his phone, as it was the very first thing he bought with his wages. He had a quick flick through his pictures until he found one of Aunt Petunia. He showed it to the bemused couple. "Do you recognise her?"
Lily frowned. "How do you know her? That is or looks like my sister Petunia. She was killed in a car crash just after her son was born." Harry's eyes could have fallen out of their sockets.
"Petunia is my guardian. She isn't dead, Mrs Potter. Far from it. Who told you she was dead?"
"A man, an old man," James said. He had a deep friendly voice. "A man we trust."
Harry gulped. He knew what was coming. "Albus Dumbledore. Bastard."
"You know Dumbledore?"
"Yeah, he's the headmaster at Hogwarts. Of course I know him. I thought I could trust him, but he's wronged me so much. He hasn't written to me once this summer, and it's pissed me off!"
"Why would he write to you?" James spoke curtly. "You're just a student."
"I'm not just a student. I'm the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry was startled by their unimpressed faces. "Seriously? No idea? Well then, if you don't mind, Mr Potter, you might want to take a seat for this. It's a long story."
Harry told them everything, apart from the fact that the parents that were killed in the story were sitting right in front of him. They both absorbed all he said. When he finished, Harry asked "Why don't you know about this? It's the most famous tale in the wizarding world."
James and Lily looked at each other. James answered the question, as his wife looked distraught. "Dumbledore. He makes us move house every two or three months. He says we're in danger, and he won't let us keep up to date with wizarding news. It's pretty ridiculous actually, but he won't take no for an answer. And according to him, the Fidelius won't work anyway. He is sometimes a very stupid man."
Harry was shocked to hear his father speak about Dumbledore like that. "So when did he ask you to move?"
"It would have been, 14 years tomorrow. And that was the one time he was right. We left the house in the day, and it was destroyed at night. We were lucky." James squeezed Lily's hand affectionately.
"Do you think you could take me back home?" Harry asked tentatively. "I still don't feel too good. And Mrs Potter, I think Petunia would be really happy to see you."
"I don't know, Harry. I grieved for my sister 14 years ago. It might be too hard." She paused for a moment. "I will take you, but I might not come in."
"Thank you. May I use your bathroom before we leave?"
"Of course, Harry," James said. "Upstairs, third door on the left." Harry nodded his thanks before leaving the room. As soon as the bathroom door was locked, tears fell freely from his eyes. His parents were alive! And Dumbledore knew! Harry angrily wiped his eyes. He'd sort the old man out, once and for all. And he knew just where to start...
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The car pulled up outside 4 Privet Drive. Harry looked at his mother. "Will you come in?"
She looked at the house for a minute, then turned to Harry and smiled. "Go on then. I just hope she'll be happy to see me."
"Of course she will." They got out of the car and Harry let them into the house. "Aunt Petunia! I'm home! I've got someone who'd like to see you!" He turned to Lily. "Come in." She followed him into the living room, mouthing "Aunt?" to herself.
"What is it, Harry? I'm busy!" Aunt Petunia had relaxed around her nephew a considerable amount this summer holiday. She had noticed how badly her husband and son treated Harry, and she made a personal decision to treat him as well as she could. She entered the living room wearing an apron, mixing bowl in hand.
"Aunt Petunia, meet Lily Potter." He smiled as his aunt dropped the mixing bowl, which broke as it hit the floor.
"Lily? My sister Lily?" Her voice cracked slightly.
"Tunia, it's me!" The two women hugged tightly, and burst into tears.
"I thought you died!" Petunia sobbed.
"I thought the same! I've missed you so much!"
The two women eventually stopped hugging and sat down on the sofa. Harry brought them both cups of tea, which they gratefully took, while talking about anything and everything.
"Tunes," Lily said. "Why does Harry call you Aunt?"
Aunt Petunia looked incredulously at Harry, who cleared his throat. "Mrs Potter, I told you that my parents were killed when I was a baby. I was sent to my only living relative, my mother's sister. I'm your son!"
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