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I do not own any of Rowling's characters. The fictional ones here are mine.
Chapter 1: The Letter
Harry felt the cold breeze enter his room and woke him up. In fact, he was already awake. The revelations of last night were hauntingly real. The only thing he could think about was his mother and her sister. Of course he had always known his aunt. Petunia to Harry was a nasty, viscous self pre-possessing little cow. But in this new light, it appeared Petunia might have a slightly lighter and more innocent side to her.
What was also funny was that he could vaguely remember the tall, skinny woman present at some other tragic moment in his life. He had never been told the real circumstances about his mother's death, and indeed his fathers. It had always been smothered by the people that new the family well. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had known Lily for a long time; they followed the ups and downs of the family relationships. However, to Harry, it was always Sirius that was more open to talk about his parents. Lupin even suggested that Sirius and Lily had once been passionate about each other. According to this, it was that that made James and Lily disregard Sirius as a family friend for a long time. Harry imagined just how convenient it would have been when Sirius landed himself in Azkaban prison.
Referring back to the dream, Harry could recollect that Petunia was waving a letter around in front of Lily's face when she was angry.
"Harry?" shouted his aunt
"Yes, what is it, I'm just in the middle of getting dressed. Can you hold on?"
"No I cannot, Harry. Who do you think I am? Poor little Dudders wants you to feed him his breakfast. Ever since my sweety pie kins hurt his poor icke wickle fingerie diddums, he's been unable to eat of his own accord. Now Harry, I'm giving you five minutes, and then I want you to come down and help! You hear!"
"I'll be there aunt, don't you worry yourself, I'd do anything for your little diddums"
What amused Harry more was that it was apparent that his aunt could not detect a single hint of sarcasm in that last speech.
Downstairs, Harry immediately set about frying 3 eggs and preparing 5 rashers of bacon. It was clear by his aunt's tone, that her little Dudders should keep eating a satisfactory amount of food, even though he had had a major accident that doubted the meaning of the universe….in her point of view.
"Why were you making so much noise last night Harry?" enquired Dudley, shoving his 3 eggs into his mouth at once with no effort to maintain standards for his cousin.
"I wasn't aware that I was, but if it disturbs you ever so much, then I shall try not to breath. Would that suit you?"
"Harry, I do wish you could get a bit nicer with me. At times, I think you hate me", said Dudley.
Harry covered his mouth in a desperate effort to hide his noticeable humour. It was clear that Dudley had inherited his mother's brains, what little there was of them.
Once Harry had done with serving Dudley his banquet of a breakfast, Harry walked into the living room, where his aunt was sitting, looking at a newspaper.
"Aunt, may I ask you a question?"
"What about, if it means me working a difficult sum out in my head, just cos you're too lazy, then no!"
"No, it's really quite sensible. Did you ever fight with your sister".
"Are you asking to spend the next month in the cupboard?" explained Petunia.
"No, it's just that I dreamt last night that you rowed with my mother over something. I think you were annoyed with her for stealing one of your boyfriends".
Petunia looked quite shocked. It was clear that Harry's enquiry mirrored something that had indeed happened.
"Oh yes, and you were waving about a letter" added Harry.
"I don't wish to discuss this with you Harry. You're an insolent little child and I hate you. Now go away. Wait, no. Clean the draws in the study!"
Harry got up and made his way to the study. Once there, he opened the first draw and there was something quite disturbing about what he found inside. Aunt Petunia had, quite unwittingly; let him discover something incredibly dark and secretive about her life, which wished to be kept uncovered. Until now. Harry had found a letter… with the Hogwarts seal on it. Addressed to Petunia.