Suddenly, Harry heard the lock click and the door swing open. Harry shrunk back further into his cupboard when he saw his Aunty Petunia standing there.
"Harrison, come to the table and eat. Vernon just left for work and Dudley is at school. We need to talk about some things."
Harry slowly made his way out of the cupboard, being careful of hi ribs, and shuffled to the kitchen table. When he saw the plate sitting at the table that Petunia was directing him to eat, he just looked from the plate to his Aunt wondering when she'd spring the trap.
"Harrison, this is not a trap. I am going to tell you about your mum and dad while you eat."
Harry knew what his Aunt had told him about his mum before, so he really wasn't too excited about hearing more about her being a worthless drunk who decided to get married to another worthless drunk, have him and then die in a car crash when his father had decided to drive drunk. Nor did he have any desire to hear that they had been saddled with himself when he had been dumped on their doorstep when he was fifteen months old. However, he knew that he needed to eat something so he was willing to take the good with the bad; hopefully, Petunia had not decided to poison his food as a way to finally be rid of him. Harry walked the rest of the way to the table and sat down and immediately picked up the fork and began eating the already cut pork chop, broiled potatoes, broccoli, and treacle tart.
Petunia just looked sad at the state of her nephew. He was eating as if he wouldn't get another chance. She hadn't given him much because she didn't want him to make himself sick.
"Harrison, your mum was my sister, she was also a witch."
"My mum wasn't a witch!" Harry said, immediately shrinking back, expecting a slap. He just couldn't help it, his aunt had always been caustic when his mum was brought up, but she had never called her such an awful name. Vernon had called her many worse names, but Petunia had always tried to refrain from using the worst of them. The fact that she was calling his mother a witch now, when she was actually being nice to Harry for a change really made him mad.
"Harrison, I mean you mum had magic, not that she was a bad person. In fact, not only did she have magic, but so do you."
Harry looked at his aunt like she had gone mad, and then his brain caught up to him and he said the first thing that he could think of that his aunt might want him to say, "But there's no such thing as magic."
"Harrison, I know that is what your uncle and I have said, but your Uncle hates anything abnormal and in order to keep myself and Dudley safe I went alone with it. Even though I knew that it was both horrible and cowardly of me to let my husband treat my own sister's son so badly. However, that is no longer possible; your cousin levitated his cereal bowl this morning. Thank God your uncle had already left for work, I don't even want to think about what he would have done to his own son or you if he had seen that. I am going to take you and Dudley both the Diagon Alley as soon as you finish your lunch."
Harry looked down at his plate and realized that he only had a couple of bites of pork chop left and he had eaten all of his potatoes and broccoli. He decided that he would test his aunts new good mood a little bit just to see if she was serious or not. Normally, if he didn't finish every bite of anything that the Dursleys deigned to let him have he was either beaten or thrown into his cupboard and left to starve for a couple of days for being ungracious of their generosity. "I'm full, I can't eat another bite."
Petunia looked down at his plate and she smiled when she looked back up at him, "Well that was fast, you must have set a record." Petunia chuckled when she saw the surprised look on Harrison's face, but then she was also kind of sad to think of the reason that he might be surprised with her response. "Go get dressed and we will go pick up your cousin."
"Yes ma'am," Harry said as he gingerly got up from the table and slowly made his way to his cupboard to get dressed.
Petunia watched Harry walk back to his cupboard and she nearly burst into tears at what she had allowed her husband to do her sister's son. "I'm so sorry Lily, I'll do better, I swear," Petunia quietly sobbed.