A/N: Okay, so, I couldn't just leave this alone. One-shot has turned into a two-shot, and next thing we know this baby is going to be a 'thirty-seven shot' or something. ::sigh:: Someone stop me. Anyway, I hope everyone kind of picked up on how Petunia said or did very little after Harry got started, and that's because I wanted...okay, well yeah, just read. Tell me if you like or not, and to everyone who reviewed I'll have some thankies below.

Disclaimer: (Sorry, forgot this last time) I don't own Harry Potter nor anything affiliated with Harry Potter. If I did Sirius would be ALIVE thank-you-very-much, and Harry would be happily living with him because the Dursley's make me want to kill something. I do, however, own this piece of writing and if you steal it I will turn you over to Wormtail. To do what, you ask? To be is love slave. Yes. I am evil.

Petunia Dursley had everything she had ever wanted. She had a husband, a son, and the perfect life. At least, she would have had the perfect life if it wasn't for her...freak of a nephew who lived with them on the summer holidays.

But somehow, that night, she couldn't bring herself to hate him as much as she normally did. Not three hours before she had witnessed Harry Potter break down. Even when he was a child he had not cried much, had not needed much. She had never in her life cared about him, he was her sisters child, and it was their own fault for getting themselves blown up by that...that...Voldemort and sticking their freak of a son on her and her honest, perfect family.

But now...now she felt twinges of regret and sorrow string through her heart. He had said things that made her stomach turn, and his tears had made guilt worm through her. And watching him, the boy who she had always seen to be full of puffed up pride, break down, sobbing on that...that werewolf of all things, acting as though he had lost everything in the world...

It made her think, what if things were different. What she and Vernon were gone, what if Dudley was living with her sister and her husband, with Harry. She knew, as much as she hated to admit it, that Lily would have taken Dudley into their home and raised him with love and devotion, as if he was her own son.

Which had never done with Harry.

Remus Lupin, fighting back anger, and even at some points tears, had sat her and her family down and explained to them all that had happened to Harry. The death the had seen, the loss he had suffered, the pain that lived in him.

"He was a wreak after the Tri-Wizard tournament. He escaped, yes, but he has scars that will never leave. He brought back Cedric's body, and the poor boy couldn't even stand. Grown wizards have faced Voldemort and they didn't last a minute, and that boy lived. He fought him and he won. No one else could do that." Petunia's stomach turned as she heard Lupin's voice ringing in her ears.

She hated magic, she hated everything it was. Why? Because her family had loved Lily, had loved the fact that their youngest daughter was a witch. Lily had everything, she was beautiful, she was smart, she was a witch. Petunia had nothing...but she saw now that her mother and father had loved her, and that Lily had always tried to love her, to be a good sister.

And she had turned her back on the last link she had to her sister, the sister that she had once loved and cherished. She sighed and rested her forehead in her palm, elbow on the kitchen table. Vernon and Dudley had retired to their rooms, and Harry was still in his.

She startled when she heard the fridge door open, and looked up quickly, seeing Harry pulling out a fizzy drink. Not even five hours ago she would have screamed herself hoarse at the little runt taking food and drink without her permission, but now she couldn't bring herself to do.

Instead she did something she had never, never, done before...She was talked to him.

"There's food in there." Harry seemed just as startled as she felt when she said that, and turned quickly too look at her. Once again her heart squeezed at the sight of him. His face was red and blotched from tears, his hand shook, and his eyes...his held such pain that no child, no human alive, should ever have to carry.

"What?" His voice was scratchy and rough, no doubt from the hour he had spent sobbing in his room, held by Lupin and Dumbledore. That girl Tonks had sat in the living room glaring and fingering her wand, as she wanted nothing better then to hex the whole lot of them

Petunia couldn't really blame her.

"There's food in the ice box. You didn't eat anything." Her voice was strained, and she sniffed, trying to keep herself calm. Harry blinked, then shook his head, still staring at her.

"No thank you, I'm not hungry." His voice was tired, though it still held that edge of steel, steel that was keeping him sane right now.

"Well, go ahead and starve yourself. I can't stop you." She knew she shouldn't have said that, but she didn't know how to talk to this boy! He was a freak, he was a wizard, he was...he was her family. And he looked at her with Lily's eyes, and she couldn't hate the little boy that had once upon a time cried for his mummy, his daddy, and moony, and pa'foo, whoever they might be.

"You never cared before, Aunt Petunia." He glared at her, and she glared back before mentally slamming her head into the wall and looking away. She couldn't blame him, not a bit.

"Well, sit down." She said sharply, still not looking at him. Harry arched an eyebrow, quite sure that the second he sat down she was going to cackle like a maniac and give him to Voldemort herself, but when he pulled out the chair and sat nothing happened.

"That...man told me what happened." Harry popped the soda open, but didn't say anything, not sure he really could. He was ashamed of his outburst, of crying, of having caused such a scene, though Remus had fairly attacked him when he said he was sorry.

"I uh...I guess it isn't easy. Being you." Now that made him speak, because he felt anger bubbling up in him again.

"You don't know anything about being me. There is no 'guess' to it, it isn't easy at all. But I suppose you think I deserve every bit of it. I am nothing but a freak, an abomination that you put up with only because Dumbledore made you." Petunia couldn't look at him then, and she felt tears prick in her eyes at the harshness of his words; words that rang with bitterness.

"You've...you've got your mothers eyes, you know." Harry was once again shocked into silence, he had never heard Petunia speak of her sister willingly. She glanced up at him, clearing her throat before she continued.

"She was very proud of you. Always sent us pictures of you, and sent Dudley gifts. I saw you when you were born, you know. Lily was so happy, but your...father...hardly let me into the house. Didn't want me upsetting her, we always fought. No...I always fought with her."

"You...saw my mum?" Harry asked, staring at her with hungry eyes. He had so little of his parents, he would take anything of them he could get, and from anyone.

"I lived with her for sixteen years." Petunia nearly scared the living daylights out of Harry and sent him a smile. He was almost positive she was under some sort of curse. He really didn't care though.

"But you were her pride and joy. Loved you with her whole heart. Your first birthday was a big blow out, they sent me pictures." Harry noticed the envalope that was almost busting at the seams in front of her, and she pushed it towards him. He hesitantly reached out, opening it. It was old and yellow, but inside it was packed full of pictures.

Pictures of him when he was a baby, pictures of his mum holding him, pictures of his dad trying to clean his birthday cake out of his hair...he stopped shuffling through them when he came to a picture of a young Sirius. He was sitting on a motorcycle, decked out in leather pants and a leather jacket, sunglasses shoved to the top of his head and holding his long hair out of his face. And propped up in front of him was Harry, giggling madly and waving his arms. He watched as Sirius tightened his arm him and lifted him up, and Harry's mouth opened up into a soundless shriek of delight. Sirius laughed, eyes twinkling, and brought him down, holding him against his chest.

Then baby Harry tucked his head against Sirius' chest, smiling happily, and Sirius looked at Harry with such love it made his heart twist. Harry bit his lip, eyes filling with tears again.

"That's...that's Sirius." He said softly, watching. He would give anything to be that child again, to be with Sirius. Petunia leaned over slightly and looked at the picture.

"He's...he's the one who...died?" Harry nodded, still not looking up.

"He wanted me to live with him, you know. In my third year, before Wormtail got away, I was going to leave here forever. I was so happy...I was going to have a family." Harry looked away and scrubbed at his face, and Petunia again felt the tears welling in her eyes.

And then she did something that no one in the world could have expected.

"I'm sorry." Harry didn't know who was more shocked, her or him. They stared at each other for a moment, then Petunia drew a shaky breath, continuing. "I'm sorry I wasn't better too you. You deserved it. And I'm sorry about your...godfather. I really am." She reached out a bony hand and laid it across Harry's, and his breathing became heavy and he, once again, fought back tears.

When he was little he used to dream that one day he would wake-up and maybe, just maybe, she'd be nice to him. That she hug him, that she'd tell him she loved him, that Uncle Vernon would lift him on his shoulders like he did Dudley and laugh with him. One smile from any of them and he would have been able to live off that his whole life.

Now he finely had something of it.

Petunia patted his hand gently, then cleared her throat.

"You can keep those pictures, I have no use for them. Go on up to bed, its late. You have chores to do in the morning." Harry nodded, scooping up the pictures and sticking them in the envelop, then heading for the door. He turned around and looked back, chewing on his lip for a moment.

"Thank you, Aunt Petunia." He left then, hid himself in his room and fell asleep looking at the pictures. And Petunia Dursley laid her head down on her arms and cried. Cried for her sister, cried for her perfect family, cried for the little boy that had so desperately needed love.

And she cried for herself, for the hate and anger and bitterness that had ruled her life. She cried until she could cry no more, and later on as she slipped into bed she looked out the window at the twinkling stars and whispered to herself, "I'm so sorry, Lily. I'm so very sorry."

And as she drifted off to sleep, she felt a brush of warm lips across her forehead, and the warm, smooth voice that she hadn't heard in almost sixteen years.

"You're forgiven, Pet."

A/N: Wow. I'm crying again. I know that this whole chapter was wishful thinking, but wouldn't it be nice if this happened? ::Sighs and wipes tears:: There might be one more chapter to this, of Lily and James greeting Sirius. I don't know, maybe. ::shrugs::

Adenara Yatmen: I don't know about everyone's favorite character, I know a few people that hate him. I think they're mentally unbalanced...er, more so then I am. I had an hour long cry after that scene. Evil, evil, EVIL...Thank you, I hope you like this chapter as much as the other one.

PrincessIvy aka Tori-Sis: Oh sissy, I'm heartbroken right now. I can't believe she did that to us. ::wails:: I want my darling back! ::curls up in the B CoK and sobs madly::

Amira L Renard: I'm a Goddess now!? WOOHOO! You can be a Princess with Tori sis! ;) Thank you sooo much, I'm seriously blushing like mad right now. We can have a breakdown together...Sirius...::whimpers::