Harry stood on the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive and looked around uncomfortably. Should he knock? He had lived there his entire life until two days ago.... he decided that knocking was the best idea in this situation.

His Aunt Petunia opened the door. "Come in, and hurry up, don't let the neighbours see you, we've told them they finally put you away."

Harry sat in the same small seat he had the day before and waited for Petunia to return with her cup of tea and her memories.

Lily's red hair streamed behind her as she rode down the street on her bicycle. "Come on Petunia! Ride faster! Its more fun when you ride fast!" she yelled back to her sister.

Petunia rode up, her short black hair not making quite as big of a flag from the back of her head, as she thought Lily's looked like. "There's the ice cream truck!" she cried, pointing to the chiming vehicle stopped not too far off.

The two pedaled down the hill and screeched to a quick stop in front of the truck. Each pulled out their pocket money and bought a Popsicle.

They discovered that it was rather hard to eat a Popsicle in the summer heat and ended up flinging the dripping juice at each other. When the Popsicles were gone, Lily was spattered with blue juice, and Petunia purple.

Petunia challenged Lily on a race home, and managed to beat her by a couple feet. "You didn't let me win, did you?" she demanded as they dismounted.

"No, I didn't. I hate riding uphill." Lily replied.

As they entered the house, their mother's eyes went wide. "What were the two of you doing? The point of buying Popsicles is to eat them, not bathe in them!" she exclaimed. She sent them up to wash and Lily ran up, beating Petunia to the bathroom easily.

"We never had another experience like that, just being silly. Lily left for that school the next September, and she came home too old to do things like that again. I wasn't used to it because the Lily that I last saw was such fun, and when she came back, she didn't want to do things the same anymore."

"What did my mum not do very well?" Harry asked.

Petunia almost smiled, but she looked smug all the same. "She could not cook."
Lily was home for Christmas holidays in her sixth year, and her boyfriend was coming over for Christmas dinner.

"'Tunia, James is going to be here soon! Can you put the wreath up? I'm stirring this Morgana-cursed gravy!"

She even speaks differently-she can't just curse like normal people. Petunia thought as she dug through the Christmas boxes and pulled out the shabbiest wreath she could find. Mum and Dad are probably turning in their graves now that she's got a freak boyfriend.

From the kitchen came a huge 'WHOOSH' and Lily screamed. "The gravy's on fire! Merlin, Mordred and Morgan! Petunia! HELP!"

Petunia rolled her eyes as she entered the kitchen. The gravy was indeed on fire. She deftly pulled out some backing powder and sprinkled it over the burning lumps and the fire puttered out.

"You are an absolute dunce in the kitchen, Lily. Don't they teach you how to cook in that freak school of yours?"

"No, you can use charms to have it cook itself." Lily said, jumping as a timer set off. She ran over and pulled the chicken that Petunia had prepared out of the oven. As she tried to cut it, she found she had problems cutting straight. She finally muttered "Screw it" and ran upstairs, returning with a wand.

"You're not allowed to use that during holidays!" Petunia exclaimed.

Lily grinned. "This is an unregistered, untracked wand. The Ministry of Magic has no idea it exists, much less who uses it." She told her, and demonstrated by turning a few teacups into mice, then turning them back again. No owl swooped in, and so Lily began cutting up the chicken by wand.

"That's just not natural." Petunia muttered.
"Vernon will be home shortly, you need to leave. And do us a favour and don't come back anymore." Petunia said stiffly, standing up. Harry followed her out to the entryway, where she pushed a box at him with her foot.

"These are her things." Petunia said. "They were cluttering up the attic."

Harry stepped out the front door and turned around. "Thanks, Aunt Petunia, for-"

Petunia closed the door, and Harry walked away to live the rest of his life blissfully without the Dursleys.

A/N- I ended this sooner than I expected, just because I found it was becoming difficult to snag computer time, because of the needs of the rest of mi familia. It was fun though! A heartfelt thanks to everyone who reviewed, they made me warm and fuzzy! Leave me an email if you have comments or questions, I'd love to hear from you!