Okay so I know that this is my second update today but I really love writing this fanfic and I just want to share as much as I can with you. Hope you enjoy. Please review :( shout to 'fuckmerobp' again a very faithful follower , review every chapter of both my stories so thanks for that!

The two men arrived back at Dudley's house. Harry hesitated on the porch step , not knowing whether his cousin wanted both his parents finding out they had been in touch in the same night. But when Dudley saw him , he quickly ushered Harry inside. As they entered the house they came face to face with a very anxious looking Petunia Dursley. She stared directly at her nephew. Her mouth wide open. A tear filled her eye . Her face quickly went from pure shock to confusion and then finally - to Harry's complete astonishment- a smile stretched across her face.

" Harry" she looked at him. Not shouting, or raising her voice. Just acknowledging his presence.

" Aunt Petunia" He replied, hesitating. Again , her face wasn't angry , upset or shocked as he spoke . She had a twinkle in her eye , a twinkle that Dudley had never seen , for all 36 years of his life. She put down her grandson who was latched around her hip, took of her apron and walked across the hall to where her son and her nephew stood. And cautiously lifted her arms and wrapped them around the boy standing in front of her. Harry was shocked to his very core. His heart stopped beating the entire 3 seconds she embraced him. His aunt , the aunt who had shunned him since he was a baby , the aunt who had treated him like vermin all his life , the aunt who made fun of her sister's death, the aunt who had given him a toothpick , old smelly socks or a 50p coin for birthday's and Christmases , was hugging him. Actually , properly , genuinely hugging him. She stayed silent throughout the entire encounter. After a few seconds , Harry freed himself from his Aunt's grasp. He had no idea what had just happened. Dudley broke the silence.

" Seb , why don't you go back up to bed. I'll come up and read a story and tuck you in." he addressed his son who was standing , looking utterly bemused on the stair case after watching the event that had just occurred " I'm not quite sure what you're doing up at midnight but never mind , never mind" and with that Dudley walked up the stairs , ushering his son to follow, they turned a corner , leaving Harry and Petunia alone in the hall.

" I'm not sure what just happened." They were the first words out of Harry's mouth.

" Well , I have something to say and admit to you Harry. But I don't think this is the best place for the conversation. Let's go into the living room. Would you like a drink? Tea? Beer? Water?" she asked him.

" No , thank you." Harry had tried tea and beer before and quite frankly he couldn't see the desire that muggles had for either or them , they tasted like goblin piss, although he would never point that out to his aunt.

" Well sit down then" He did as he was told and sat on the black leather sofa at the edge of the living room.

" I believe I have some explaining to do. I would appreciate it if you let me give me my full explanation before reacting?" `She asked him

" Of course" Harry replied. Feeling more curious and yet more awkward as time went on.

" It started on the night that Lily and James met Vernon. We arrived at their house at around 7 o clock. It was obvious to begin with that Vernon disapproved of both of them, he knew what they were at this point , which added to the hatred. The men were both trying to prove themselves , trying to prove that they were the better man. Vernon quickly got angry at your father , and Lily also. I was angry and Vernon and Lily , and we quickly left after a disastrous night out. Lily burst into tears and I didn't see her for about 2 months after. But we both decided that it needed to be dealt with. We met at her local park. We talked everything over and admitted that things got too over the top. We hugged and made up and that was the end of that - or so I thought . We got a little drunk and funnily enough that was the night that she told me her and James were trying for a baby- You. Anyway , after a while we made our way back home. It was very late by the time I got back. That's when it first happened. Vernon was furious at me for staying out so late and getting so drunk . He called me horrible things , cursed at me until the late hours of the morning. He called Lily and James all sorts of things , bad words and people, I was shocked at how much hatred he suddenly had for both of them. I went to sleep on the couch , crying. I couldn't believe that the man I loved would talk to me like that. During the night , I decided that in the near future I was going to leave him. I had though it through and I promised myself that I would end it. But over the next week , I discovered that I was pregnant with Dudley , 2 months gone by the time I found out. I was scared , I didn't know what to do. I couldn't leave Vernon , purely because I couldn't be a single mother, unmarried . So I told him. And he said that he wouldn't leave me , as long as cut as many ties as possible with the Potter's. And , I can assure it was with regret, that I chose my boyfriend and unborn son over my sister. During the next two months , we moved in together , got married and the Potter's were never mentioned. Now do you understand Harry? Now do you understand why I treated you like I did? I had no choice. Vernon's threat was always in my mind. I couldn't have him leave me. I just didn't have a choice." She finished her story. And Harry sat in silence. Not knowing what to say, when all of a sudden he found himself crying. Crying harder than he had cried since Lily was born. He hugged his aunt , and they held so tight to each other for the next few minutes or so. Of course Harry still had questions. But he could wait. There was no doubt in his mind that Petunia was telling the truth. No one could fake the emotion in her voice , nor in her hug. They finally drew apart.

" You believe me?" she sobbed

" More than I've ever believed anyone since the day my wife told me she loved me" he told her.

" I have a niece-in-law?"

" Yes. She's called Ginny. And she's the most wonderful woman I have ever met. But we will have time for that later. I just .. I have a question "

" Of course , it's only natural"

" Why tell me now? Why not when I was a child? I could've kept it between you and I" He questioned her.

" That's a good question, and all I can answer is that it was a too bigger a risk. I couldn't have Vernon getting a whiff of anything that may have been going on. He would've gone mental. And I've decided to tell you now because , and I don't mean to sound like a bitch , he's got 6 weeks to live. He's not going to find out, and I won't feel bad about it." Harry understood everything now. He had no questions.

" Well , that's all I need to know. Thank you for everything Petunia, I hope that in the near future we can have the relationship that I always wanted" He stood up, and they hugged again , but just before he could disapparate, she called out into the hall

" I have something to show you!" He walked back into the living room, she was bent over the floorboard under the sofa, and pulled out a very old , battered , mahogany box. She unclicked it and the lid popped off. From inside it , she withdrew a crumpled , tea stained looking letter and passed it too Harry.

" Read it" she told him. He carefully unfolded the delicate paper.

Dear Petunia,

I know it's been a while since we've spoken. I never will truly understand why you decided to drop me from your life completely ,but I can only assume it has something to do Vernon. But I just wanted to announce the birth our beautiful baby boy, he's called Harry. After our uncle. I hope that one day you will get to meet him. It would mean the world to me and James if you were to get to know your nephew. Thank you for everything.

Your Sister

Lily

x

Harry didn't know what to say, but he didn't think that Petunia expected him to say anything She withdrew another letter , just as old as the first. And handed it to him. He delicately unfolded the old letter

Dear Petunia

Please. It's been almost two years since I've seen you. I need to see you again before it's too late. We're going to die. Me and James and Harry. We're all going to die. He's coming for us , he's going to destroy us. Please Petunia , I need you to think for once. Pick me before him. Pick me before that lump of meat you call a husband . I need to make amends with you, no matter what it costs. I will always love you Petunia no matter what happens. Remember that. Remember us. Remember me.

Love always.

Lily

xxx

Harry found himself crying again. Reading the desperate tone of what may have been his mother's last letter brought up all the emotion again. And before he had time to compose himself. She pulled out another , final letter. Once again , he unfolded the letter.

Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley.

This boy is your nephew. Your sister and brother-in-law have been murdered. A man named Lord Voldemort killed them , and in turn he tried to kill Harry. The curse he fired at the baby boy backfired against him. He lost everything tonight. None of our world know of his whereabouts. But I can assure that in the future he will return and be at large once again. And when he does , Harry shall be in grave danger. His mother's love saved him tonight. A magical protection has been placed around your house , which will keep Harry safe from harm, with one condition. He must call this place home. The minute he turns his back on it, he will be in danger of death. It is up to you to make sure that he is loved here , and he feels part of the family until he is 17. Only then will the protection break by law. Keep him safe Petunia. Love him like he is your own son. He will grow up to be like his mother and father. He will be an incredible talented wizard. And I implore you to tell him what he will be as he ages.

Thank you

Kind Regard

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Harry was completely shocked , this was letter that he had always wanted to read. And now he had, he felt wonderful. His heart melted at the sight of seeing his old headmasters slanted , curly handwriting. And for the first time in years he pictured his face. The crooked nose. The half-moon spectacles. And of course , the long , silvery beard. He felt himself shaking.

" This is incredible." he told his aunt

" Keep them." she replied " you need them more than I do. I grew up with your mother , I still remember her smell , her long thick flowing hair. Her beautiful emerald green eyes. So please , take them. You deserve something to remember her.

" Thank you" he tucked the letters safely in his pocket. He hugged his aunt one more time. Promising to visit with Ginny and the children as soon as the summer holidays commenced , and disapparated.