Aunt Petunia had noticed what Harry was looking at and rushed over to grab it from his hands. She was very pale. "Aunt Petunia you're a a witch" Harry said disbelievingly. She sighed, then "Yes Harry I am, sit down" She sat as well and picked her words carefully. "Harry you're mother and I both received Hogwarts letters at age ten. My parents and Lilly were thrilled, but I wasn't. You see I had shown very little signs of magic. So we went to Diagon Alley with our friends who were wizards, and I got my wand." She explained pulling out a thin chocolate brown wand. "I immediately tried to start doing simple spells, but I had very little success. I started school, then" she paused then sighed "I started to fail my classes. Every night I was given extra homework but it was still no use. Every time I saw two teachers together they both would whisper something to one another, I knew it was about taking me out of school. It was October and I still hadn't improved my grades, so I decided to run before they made me leave" she paused a gain as a tear filled her eye. "I ran, I didn't know where, I told myself It couldn't be my parents although that was my first thought. I couldn't bring myself to tell them for myself. I faked my own death by writing a note that I committed suicide. I grew up going to a public school under a fake name, and kept a low profile. I put myself through college by working two jobs. Then I promptly severed my last ties to the Wizarding World, by marrying your uncle." She finished. Harry was speechless.