Back at home, Petunia Dursely was sitting in the living room. Harry's uncle and cousin had gone out for the afternoon. Harry had thought about what Kristen had said to him and debated telling Aunt Petunia something, but finally he realized the time to confront her had come. He entered the living room and stood in front of her as she was sitting on the couch.

"Get out of the way, Harry!" she yelled. "I'm trying to watch my soap opera."

"I just wanted to tell you that there's a teacher at Hogwarts you might know. Does the name Kristen Sims ring a bell?" he said.

"What's she doing back from New York?" she hissed.

"She's teaching muggle studies at school now," he said calmly. "She's says hello."

"She was just as foolish and silly as your mother. Fooling around with all that witchery rubbish! She couldn't even do any magic!"

"Well, I learned a lot from meeting her. Mostly about my past as well as some things about you and now you're going to listen to what I have to say!"

Petunia looked up at him as if in shock. Harry took a deep breath and began to speak.

"You don't act like you care about me, but I know you do. Maybe you don't even know it. You say all these mean things about my mother, but she was still your sister and she loved you and you loved her and deep down I know you love me too even if you pretend to hate me. You can't tell me that you didn't feel any remorse when my mum died. Kristen said she saw you at the funeral and that you were crying. I know why you didn't want me becoming a wizard. Magic killed your sister and you were afraid that the same thing would happen to me if I got involved in it. But you can't fight these forces. This is who I am. This is who my mother was. I plan to use this magic I learned to stop those who killed my parents. Your sister, my mother died a long time ago. It's awful and nothing's ever going to bring her back, but I'm still here and she would want you to take care of me when I'm here. Whether she's a witch or a muggle, she's still your sister."

Petunia could not speak. All she could do is look at Harry in surprise. Harry started to leave the room.

"Now I'm going back to my little room to feed my owl and read those silly books, and me, my scar or my silly magic won't bother you anymore."

As Harry started to leave he heard his aunt yell back, "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"You can read in the kitchen if you want to. At least until your uncle and Dudley come home. Just remember to set the table for dinner."

"All right, Aunt Petunia."

Harry knew that things were going to be different between them from now on.