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Grave

Harry had been shocked, in the least, to receive a letter from his Aunt Petunia, and more shocked by it's contents.

"You don't have to agree Harry," Ginny had told him.

"It's the right thing dear," Harry had replied as he grabbed his wand and Apparated to 4 Privet Drive to pick up Aunt Petunia. She walked out timidly, not wanting to be seen by the neighbors, or have Harry be seen.

"Hello Aunt Petunia," Harry said, more polite than she had been expecting.

"Hello," she replied awkwardly. Harry held his arm out for her to grab.

"Shall we?"

Petunia nodded.

"Alright then, just grab my arm tight, and I suggest shutting your eyes."

Petunia screwed her eyes shut, and held on until her fingers turned white, when she felt herself spinning and twisting and contorting, and wondering what her evil nephew had done to curse her like this, until her feet touched the ground.

"You can let go," Harry chuckled and Petunia opened her eyes to Godric's Hollow.

"It's near the church," Harry directed walking confidently in one direction, in which Petunia blindly followed.

"Is that-" she asked stopping at a statue of a woman, man and young baby.

"Yes."

"Oh."

"If you want more time there, I suggest we hurry along, I have somewhere to be tonight," Harry said, more rudely than he had intended.

"Sorry," Petunia muttered following Harry to the cemetery, and eventually to a grave labelled Lily Potter.

Harry conjured flowers with his wand, a mix of lilies and begonias, and a few petunias, which Petunia noticed, and placed them on the grave.

"I try to switch it up, based on what I'm feeling," Harry explained.

Petunia stared at the grave, which her once-lively sister rotted six feet below.

"I think I've had enough, take me home," Petunia commanded, her voice coming out sounding like she had been crying.

"I'd appreciate a please, I'm no longer a six year-old boy you can shove in the cupboard," Harry told her, holding his arm out.

"Of course not," Petunia muttered grabbing his arm and feeling the odd twisting sensation again.

"There you go, have a nice life Aunt Petunia," Harry told her the second they landed, and he Disapparated.

"I'm sorry Lily," Petunia sighed, staggering into the house before collapsing into sobs she had kept pent up for the last twenty-five years.