A/N : This is my 1st fanfic on Harry Potter. It was first posted in Hogwarts-Castle forum. So please give me a review on it.

2nd A/N : I rewrite some part. Thanks to Siri as my beta.

Disclaimer : I only own the plot.

Rating : Well currently it rated as PG 13 (just to be save).

Summary : The story start when Harry's back to Privet Drive from his 5th Year in Hogwarts (An OoP spoiler might be in the story). He found few old photos in the house and there's interesting story behind it. Who told the story to him? Read it and find out.

It was a hot afternoon in Privet Drive. Luckily, it was not as hot as last summer. Just outside number 4 there was a jet-black hair boy who was busy watering the flowerbeds with hose. He looked so lifeless and depressed. Just a week ago, he came back from Hogwarts School of Witch and Wizarding. He seemed to grow a couple of inches in just a week. His jean was a bit short-a few inches above his ankles, and his t-shirt was shabby and baggy. All of his clothes were previously belong to his cousin, Dudley Dursley. Even though Dudley was much bigger than Harry but he grew more side ways than the length ways.

His aunt; Petunia, was inside the house, busy cleaning. Her husband and son were not at home. Uncle Vernon was at the office, and her son-as he had told her that he would be spending some time in the library. Harry did not think Dursley had any interest in going to library. May be he was still at the park, smoking with his gang or beating up the little kids in Little Whinging.

Harry was just about to turn off the hose when he heard his aunt yell, "Harry! Come up stair in this instant!"

"What now?" muttered Harry under his breath. He walked as fast as he could, not wanting to run in case he accidentally knocked anything on his way up. Aunt Petunia's current prize procession was a few ceramic ornaments that she placed on almost every step of the stairs. One of Uncle Vernon's clients had given those ceramic ornaments as Christmas gift. She thought it would be the latest household-fashion to position them on the staircase.

Right now, a few things hit his mind. What if she'd found one of his books under the lose floor? Maybe she discovered one of Hedwig's feathers by his bedroom door? After all, Aunt Petunia was frantic cleanness and she hated animals making a mess in the house.

Finally, he was in front of Aunt Petunia's bedroom door. The door was wide open. A few grey boxes were scattered around, and some books and magazines were piled up in two separate boxes. There was also a box full of some old junks; old picture frames, tapes, and books that looked like photo albums. Harry had never been to this room before. It was sort of like an out of bounds room for Harry. His aunt was on the top of ladder, dusting top shelf of the built in cabinet. She was so busy that she didn't notice that Harry was already standing next to the door. "I'm here," said Harry panting. She gave a quick glance at Harry and stepped down from the ladder.

"I need you to help me carry down those boxes to the cupboard under the stairs", commanded Aunt Petunia while she pointed at the boxes. "After that you need to sort the magazines into two. Any magazine that older than 1 year put it into the brown box, which is in the kitchen. Your uncle wants to bring them to the recycling center this weekend." Since Harry now had the smallest bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs has been used to store old junk since the house did not have an attic.

Harry looked at the boxes. He didn't feel like saying anything back to his aunt. Well, he had not said much since he got back. People under the roof of No 4 Privet Drive too did not say much to him, well, just his uncle and cousin. He felt like when he had just came back for his summer holiday after his first year in Hogwarts. Both of them seem sacred of him. May be his uncle afraid of Moody or any grown-up wizard came by to check on him every three days or so.

"What are you looking at? Come on. Chop chop", snapped Aunt Petunia, looking sternly at him.

So the work began. After almost 10 minutes, he finally took the last box, which full with old junks, down the stairs. He was so tried that by the time he reached the cupboard under the stairs, he had forgotten there was a box full of books blocking his way to the cupboard, and then… BANG! A loud crash shook the house. All the things that he carried were thrown out of the box as he stumbled upon the other box. A couple of old brass vases crashed with the photo frames produced even more loud noise. Luckily, none of the glass from the frames had broken or it might have been worse.

"What's happening down there?" yelled Aunt Petunia from top of the stairs. Then he heard sound of footsteps walking down the stairs, so Harry quickly bent on his knees and took all the things back into the box.

There were picture frames of The Dursleys, old brass vases, photo albums and a few old photos scattered around. There were some pictures had fallen out of the photo albums - Harry saw them as a pile of mess. Firstly, he put the big stuff into the box and finally the photos. Most of the photos were Dudley's old baby pictures. Then he saw few old yellowish photos. He took the photos and had a quick look at few of the photos until he saw one particularly interesting photo.

It was an old, black and white, and almost yellowish photo. In the photo, there were two adults; a man and a woman sat on a couch. There were also two little girls sat each of their side. One of the girls had dark hair, he could not tell whether it is black or brunette or may be red. This girl had same shaped eyes as him. While the other had lighter hair colour, she was a bit older. He turned at the back of the photo and saw a cursive handwriting on it, "Christmas 1968". He looked again at the photo. He looked again at the girl with dark hair. "This must be my mum", whispered Harry, almost unheard. He never saw any photo of his mother in this house. The adults in the middle must have been his grandparents. Both of the girls looked happy as they smiled with some presents on their laps. He hardly saw his aunt smiled before. He was concentrating at the photo when suddenly…

"That were your mother and grandparents", said Aunt Petunia. Harry almost jumped when he heard her voice. He did not notice her aunt was standing next to him. He quickly shoved the picture into the box without looking at her. "Give that picture to me. It was a long time ago since I last saw it", said her in almost sad tone. He never heard her in that kind of tone before. As he gave the photo to Aunt Petunia, he saw a sad woman in front of him.

He quickly shoved the other photos that still scattered on the floor. As he almost finished, he heard his aunt voice. "You have your mother's eyes." She sounded so sad. "I thought you don't know that", said Harry slowly. "I know. I always know it but I don't want to believe it", said her again slowly almost unheard by Harry's ears.

"Come Harry. Come to the kitchen. Bring the other photos with you", said Aunt Petunia kindly as she walked towards the kitchen's door. Harry did not dare to look at his aunt. He quickly took back the photos that he just shoved in the box.