Eyes Like Yours

By Laney-Wood

Summary: Harry's always been told that he has his mother's eyes. But when he learns that his mother didn't even have green eyes before she turned eleven, he begins to wonder just where the bright green eye gene his mother passed on to him came from.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling. These characters belong to her, except for Daffy, so far, and Lily and Petunia's ancestors/relatives, who I invented. You've heard it all before...

Chapter 1: Aunt Petunia's Secret

When he awoke, the same hollow feeling occupied his entire body. Throwing his feet onto the cold, hardwood floor, Harry Potter tried to block out the empty feeling and focus on something else. Anything else. But it was the second day of summer, and he had nothing else he could think about. Sirius was dead. And it was all his fault.

As he entered the dining room for breakfast, Uncle Vernon ignored him, as usual. He was absorbed in today's newspaper. Aunt Petunia bustled in with a platter of flapjacks and a bottle of syrup.

"Dudley will probably be sleeping in today," she said, presumably to Uncle Vernon. "He was out with Daffy late last night." Daffodil, nicknamed Daffy, was Dudley's new girlfriend. Harry had yet to meet her, but the Dursleys couldn't stop talking about the girl Dudley had been dating since Christmas.

"Daffy...such a sweet, pretty girl," Uncle Vernon said approvingly. Harry's first amusing thought of the day was imagining how Dudley's girlfriend truly looked. "She looks a lot like your cousin, Petunia. What was her name?" Uncle Vernon continued. Aunt Petunia froze, and looked at Harry anxiously.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Vernon," she said. Uncle Vernon was still reading the paper, and didn't realize that his wife's pale eyes were frantically trying to catch his attention, to get him to stop talking. Harry looked on in interest as his uncle continued.

"'Course you know, Petunia! Damn, what was her name?" He scratched a bald spot on his head pensively. "Oh! I got it!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Heidi! Heidi was her name. Where's your old memory book? I'd like to see a picture of her to compare with young Daffy." Petunia had gone completely white in the face.

"I don't keep scrap books," she said.

"Sure you do. You store them in the attic, am I right? And that old family history book--you keep that with them. You made that lovely book for our wedding, I remember." Uncle Vernon looked up at his wife affectionately, to see her glaring daggers at him. "What?" he asked, bewildered. Aunt Petunia looked pointedly at Harry, and said,

"I don't keep scrap books. I threw them all out years ago." Finally, he understood.

"Oh, right. I forgot. You're right," Uncle Vernon said, looking nervously at Harry, as well. But it was too late. Harry now possessed some valuable information. Aunt Petunia had records of her past, and she didn't want him to know. This led Harry to believe that there must be pictures of his mother included. He had seen pictures of his parents before, so this didn't interest him incredibly. However, the knowledge that his aunt didn't want him to see the scrap books was intriguing, and moping around in his stuffy room didn't sound particularly exciting, so Harry decided to head up to the attic after breakfast. Aunt Petunia wouldn't miss him, and Dudley was sure to be asleep for most of the day. What else was there to do?

Rays of sun poured into the attic, illuminating layers of dust coating boxes that were stacked so high they scraped the ceiling. Taking off his glasses and wiping them on his t-shirt, Harry surveyed the room. It was pretty blurry without his glasses. As he slid them back on, they magnified his brilliant green eyes ever so slightly. Heaving a great sigh, Harry headed for the far corner of the attic. This could take a while.

After looking through about nine boxes, Harry was ready to give up the search and leave the muggy, dusty attic. But then something caught his eye. A box labeled carelessly with dull sharpie, buried beneath about 4 other massive boxes. The label read: "M. Books and Fam. History." Harry quickly dug the box out from beneath the others, and pulled the tape and cardboard flaps out of the way. He then found himself facing three fabric-covered binders and a leather bound book. This was it.

As Harry sat down on the dusty floor, he pulled a thick binder from the box. It was covered with padded pink and yellow-checkered fabric, and a thick white ribbon held it shut. A small, bronze-colored spider skittered across the cover as Harry untied the ribbon. He brushed it away, and lifted the thick, heavily padded cover.

The first page contained a mere picture, of a blonde-haired toddler dressed in a lavender jumper, grinning toothlessly at the camera. Harry was astonished to note that Aunt Petunia had once been cute. The next few pages contained more pictures of his aunt as an infant and a toddler. And then Harry was faced with a bright pink spread with fancy calligraphy announcing, "My Baby Sister: Lily Evans. Born on June 13th" And then there were pictures of the blonde toddler, probably two or three years old, holding a sleeping baby, patting the infant on the head, and holding a bottle for her. Harry looked on in amazement. He turned the page eagerly.

"A day at the park" contained pictures of a slightly older infant, with little curls of red hair peeking under her small white hat, and the young blonde girl, lounging on the grass and drinking juice together, and the blonde running and jumping about, swinging on a tire, waving from the top of a small tower.

On the next page he saw his mother and Aunt Petunia on Christmas day. He saw a young woman with short blonde hair hugging the young girls close, and a young man with a red comb over and mustache handing presents out to the two girls. Harry continued to turn the pages, anxious to see more. Petunia with some neighbor kids. Lily and Petunia in the bathtub. Petunia watering the flowers in front of a modest, suburban home. Lily and Petunia on the swings together. Petunia and Lily at their aunt Hannah's wedding. There was Heidi, the cousin Uncle Vernon had mentioned. Hannah must be her sister. Heidi looked a little older than Petunia, and had long, curly blonde hair and big, wide-set eyes.

Harry turned the page, not incredibly interested in Heidi. There was Petunia at age five, blowing out five candles atop a chocolate cake. Petunia, waving good-bye as she went off to her first day of kindergarten. Petunia and Lily swimming in a kiddie-pool together. And then there were eight-by-ten portraits of the two sisters together. Aunt Petunia had written on the bottom of the page: "Me at age 6, Lily age 4." Petunia's limp, blonde hair was cut short, and she had blue ribbons tied in her hair, as did Lily. Lily's hair was also short, and it wasn't curly anymore, although it was still vibrant red. Both girls had big, mischievous grins, their eyes big and innocent. And that's when Harry noticed it. Her eyes. His mother's eyes weren't green in this picture. They were light blue. Just like Petunia's.

A/N: So, what do you think? Please review! I love constructive criticism, comments, questions, testimonials...I'll probably put the next chapter up pretty soon, since it's already written. Y'all get to meet Daffy! But I want some feedback first! Anyways, thanks for reading! Hope y'all liked it! --Laney-Wood