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Harry entered the kitchen he noticed something, his aunt was standing at the stove cooking but that was not the thing that shocked him it was the fact that she was crying that made him worry. True he had not always got along with his aunt but they had come to a mutual understanding and were actually getting along much better since his 5th year and would meet each night to talk about his mother, grandparents and anything else that came to mind. Petunia was able to release some of her anger but Harry never could get it out of her why she hated magic so much. They would keep their late night talks a secret it was their time to get every thing off of their chests that was bothering them. Harry made a mental note to ask her about it later but for now he just began setting the table and getting the drinks out and ready for dinner.
Harry noticed that aunt petunia did not eat much of her chicken and dumplings but mostly just sat there pushing the food around and sighing. Vernon and Dudley didn't notice any thing wrong they were to busy with their fourth helping of food to even notice their wife or mother was not eating.
It was 11 o'clock on the dot when Harry woke up it had been the same every night since he had returned from hog warts. Getting up he tiptoed down the stairs and put on the kettle for tea not two minutes later did he hear foot steps on the stairs. Smiling he whispered a hello as his aunt entered the kitchen. Taking her usual cup from the cabinet Harry filled it with the liquid and handed it to her so that she could put her usual two tea spoons of sugar into it. She had already gotten the mint chocolate cookies from their hiding place in the vegetable pantry. They both knew this routine already so as petunia was getting the cookies out and her tea ready Harry was setting up the tray to carry into the living room where they usually sat and talked until they both became tired again.
Once they were both settled into their favorite spots on the couch they always would take a couple seconds to savor the silence and collect their thoughts.
Um aunt petunia Harry began to get her attention
Yes Harry she said to tell him she was listening and to give him the ok to continue
Why were you crying today did something happen he asked
Well Harry today is July 14 she would have been 24 today that is why I have been so down all day long petunia said with tears in her eyes as she took a locket from the pocket of her bath robe and handed it to Harry.
What Harry saw in the locket made him even more confused inside the locket was a black and white picture of a little girl about the age of 4. When petunia saw the confused look on Harry's face she sighed and stood up saying I guess I should explain help me bring the box up would you Harry. Nodding his head Harry stood up and followed his aunt from the room and down into the basement. Petunia had the route memorized by now she would always go to the basement to look at the old box of momentous from her youth she knew that if anyone would understand it would be Harry. Pointing to the wooden crate she was scared. Harry picked up the crate still as confused as ever who was that little girl and what was in this box. The box was heavy but not to a point he could not lift it. Once back upstairs petunia seemed scared to allow the box opened but after a few moments of staring at it she lifted the lid on one of her most kept secrets….