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Rating : Well currently it rated as PG 13 (just to be save).
After the dinner that night, The Dursleys watched the usual evening news in the living room. There was nothing interesting about the news that night just normal weather report, British sport team preparation on the upcoming sport event and some entertainment news. Mrs. Dursley was kind of quite that night. Usually she would comment any news aired on the television especial which did not come up to her standard. Mr. Dursley found that something was not quite right that night. "Petunia, are you alright dear? You're kind of quiet tonight", commented Mr. Dursley to his wife, who was sitting beside him on the sofa.
Actually, Mrs. Dursley was still thinking what had happen that afternoon. Her husband seemed to be waking her up from her deep thought. "Nothing. I'm fine, Vernon. Just a bit tired with the cleaning this afternoon", lied Mrs. Dursley with a small smile. "Well if you tired, then you better lie down. May be tomorrow I'll bring you to the new shopping complex. You deserve some relaxation around here", said Mr. Dursley. Mrs. Dursley just smiled about her husband's promise. Mr. Dursley liked to bring his wife for a vacation or shopping to cheer her up. For him, that kind of 'treatment' was worth it for his wife who looked after the house, his son and himself. According to him, any wife should have time off from their house once in awhile.
"Ok. I think I better go to the bed now", said Mrs. Dursley as she stood up from the sofa.
Mrs. Dursley was lying in her bed. Her husband was still downstairs in the living room, watching the television with her son. She thought about the question that had been asked by her nephew that afternoon. "If you love my mother, why do you hate her?" The voice still kept playing in her mind until now. There were so many things that had happen to her and her family for over 16 years ago. Things that she wished to forget all this time. Things that she wished never happened. Things which brought had sadness to her heart.
Mr. Dursley did not know much what had happen more than 16 years ago. Well he knew just a bit…just the thing that happen in front of his eyes but not what Mrs. Dursley had felt. She was a bit secretive about her feelings. She never talked much about her sister or her parents much.
"May be someday, Harry. May be someday, I'll tell you", said Mrs. Dursley to herself.
Harry was busy arranging the photos that he got from Aunt Petunia into his photo album. The photo album actually was given to him by Hagrid when he was in his first year at Hogwarts. He wished the people in the photo could move just like a normal wizarding photo so he could see what really happen in the photo. "Hmm… if the photo's negative is here right now, may be I can ask Colin to develop the photo", said him to himself. He knew Colin, who was one year younger than him, was good with cameras and knew how to develop picture by using a potion to make it moved.
As he looked at the photos for countless hours on end, he kept remembering for what had happened that afternoon with his aunt. He still could not believe how his aunt was kind when they were talking that afternoon but during dinner time, she backed to her usual self. It was liked she was trying to hold back something in her mind. Was it because of his last question to her that afternoon? Or was it because she was with the other Dursleys during the dinner? Or else? There were so many question played on his mind that night.
Harry's eyes looked around his room. Hedwig's cage was empty. She had been out for almost 2 days, delivering letters to a few of his friends who had written to him these last couple of days. He never worried about Hedwig. This year was not as bad as the previous year, almost everybody wrote to him this year. Within a week after the start of the holiday, he had received two letters from Hermione, two from Ron and surprisingly, one letter each from Tonks and Ginny.
"Well this summer they want to make sure they get news from me", he thought with a smirk on his face. Last summer, he was kept in the dark for more than a month without any news what so ever. However, this summer, almost everybody wrote to him. He always bumped into Mrs. Figg on the road almost everyday as well.
Although Harry was furious about what had happen last summer, he loved to read and receive news from all of them. Hermione's letters were full of her worry about O.W.L result, books she had read that might be useful for N.E.W.Ts or how long her homework that she had written was. Well that was Hermione, anywhere she went, her books and study always with her.
Ron's letters were mostly about quidditch games on his favourite team; Chudley Cannons, or how he wished that Hermione stopped budging him with the homework and worst, the N.E.W.Ts.
Tonks letter consisted mostly about her work and what kind of accident that she had caused in her house. Harry remembered that last summer she had been a bit clumsy in one way or another. Her letter was more like a letter from a sister to a little brother. Harry never had a big sitter and Tonks never had a little brother, so it was a different experience for both of them.
As for Ginny, who was for the first time writing to him, her letter more about the things that had happened in the Burrow. From her letter, he knew that The Weasleys had done few renovations on the house. Well, Fred and George kindly gave some of their money to their parents as monthly expenditure. Since the amount quite a lot, about 100 Galleon a week since they opened their shop (for the total amount, you need to calculate yourself), Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had finally decided to renovate some area of the house. Ginny had added postscript at the end of letter, "Mum said you need to come to our house to see it. We don't want to tell anybody yet." He wished that he was in The Burrow to see it. He felt The Weasleys deserved some changes.
Although he got many letters during this summer, he still missed receiving letters from Sirius. He knew there was no way he can ever get a letter from him ever again. He wished he could turn back the time and change everything. As he remembered Hagrid was saying after Voldermort's return, what would come, would come... and when it did come, he just got on with it. Right now, he needed to get on with it but the cut is really deep for him to get on. All he needed was something or somebody to heal his wounded heart. Wounded from the death of his parents. Wounded from the death of Cedric, and now wounded from the death of …he could not say the name just yet. Not now. May be later.
A/N: I'm so sad even to say that person name. Not now. May be later