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Dear Dumbledore,

Where are my sister and brother buried, you didn't mention.

Petunia

Dear Dumbledore,

Isn't there any magical family willing to take Harry in, Vernon and I are not appropriate. We don't have magic so it doesn't make sense for us to be carers of a magical child.

Petunia

Dear Dumbledore,

Harry is suffering from the traumatic experience. Please help.

Petunia

Dear Dumbledore,

Your explanations don't make any sense nor are helpful, Harry is sick and with my health problems and also looking after Dudley we are struggling. It's just like a wizard to dump their problems onto non magicals and think it OK. Is that why you dumped him on our doorstep because you couldn't be bothered to look after your own kind. It makes perfect sense now, you think us so beneath you that we are not even worth a proper explanation nor choice.

Petunia

"Harry! Harry!"

I've lost him again, again, I feel so out of my depths with Harry. If he isn't hiding from me he is yelling, unfortunately Harry is hundred percent a wizard. His vocabulary is beyond comprehension, it's eerie. After hearing slight hisses from the cupboard under the stairs I open the door and finally find Harry curled up in the corner. Why is he so obsessed with this cupboard!

"Harry?"

Harry looks up with tears in his eyes, "I want mama."

Oh child.

"I want your mama also, but she can't come back Harry."

Cruel yet true and I don't wish to give the boy false hope, I take a step back in shock when his eyes turn into a glowing red colour.

"Harry," I whisper.

He turns his head slightly to the side, "I WANT MOTHER back right now!"

Harry then screams a blood curling scream, I cover my ears to protect them. The house starts shaking! "Harry, stop!" I hear loud crashing and breaking sounds then I am pushed up into the air then crash to the floor like a broken doll. Ouch, bleeding from my head I crawl to get away from Harry. Oh god ... with my vision fading I see Harry's glowing red eyes ...

"Pet ... Love, Pet! Wake up!"

Gasping for air and sitting up quickly I realise I am still on the floor in the hall.

"What happened Petunia! I come home and every windows broken. Dudley screaming and in a dirty nappy and you passed out! WHAT HAPPENED!"

DUDLEY! Rushing to where Dudley is I pick him up, "Diddykins! I am so sorry, mummy had a bo bo, are you OK?"

After cleaning and changing Dudley, I come back down.

"Where's the boy?" I ask Vernon, interrupting his sweeping of the glass.

"In the cupboard still, he's making weird hissing noises, did Harry break the windows with, with his freakish powers? We shouldn't have to tolerate this! What if Dudley got hurt? What if ... what if. He could kill us Pet! I thought you said that Dumbledore person was going to help."

Turning to the cupboard I slowly walk to it and open the door, "Harry?"

Looking in I notice he is still curled up, but he is now rocking back and forth.

"Harry!"

He looks up and he no longer has red eyes.

"I am so sorry, I I I." Rocking again he starts wailing, "Daddy going to be upset, not suppose to do magic without him."

"Harry you remember your daddy?"

My heart clenches. Oh brother. Harry giggles and nods his head, "He the best daddy! He so funny."

"Harry please come out of the cupboard? It's dinner time."

Harry shakes his head, "Not hungry, don't want to come out ... nice and safe here, evil green light won't take me away like it took my mama."

Harry isn't dealing well with this at all, that red glowing eyes was rather freakish it made him looked like a demon. Not for the first I get rather put off with his high vocabulary, that isn't right nor normal, he isn't even two yet!

Replacing all the windows in the house is expensive, we decide to get thicker than what is normal for a house so they hopefully won't break again. Harry is so insistent with hiding out in that cupboard that in the end I move his cot into it. Weird and not normal but he won't sleep any where else and I feel at least he seems content to hide, Harry still insists lack of hunger for most meals.

Poor Dudley is getting jealous of the attention that Harry demands from me, if he isn't hiding in that cupboard he is such a demanding child and with his Vocabulary he asks question after question after question after question until my head spins out of control.

Rumours about our family starts spreading for Harry's "explosive" personality doesn't stop at the house, he blew up the local grocers windows, twisted and ruined park equipment. I swear the boy even made it rain! He still yells for his mum and dad and will hurt Dudley ... to be honest sometimes Dudley starts the fights but Harry uses his magic to push Dudley away. He terrorises the other children in the park by showing them dancing flowers and his magic is a strong unstoppable force and he doesn't care if the others in the neighbourhood notices his powers.

I'm walking back from food shopping with Dudley and Harry, when I notice Harry is running ahead. He skips then jumps, jumps extremely high, higher than my height. He giggles and skips and jumps high again.

"Harry STOP that!"

Harry stops and shuffles his feet embarrassed, "Sorry, I just like jumping high. It's the best part of magic being high in the sky."

Lily liked that part of magic also but I don't wish for the Obliviators to come yet again. I hear a laugh, turning I realise it's nosy number 12. I sigh sometimes it feels like I am back at Vernon's old company.

"Magic ... Is that what you're using to explain his unruly behaviour, you need to get control over that child! What kind of mother are you?!"

... "You horrible women! Harry parent's died in front of him, he is just unsettled by that, any child would be. Bitch."

She gasps then gapes not knowing how to answer that, I feel vindictive pleasure at that.

"Come Harry and Dudley lets get home."