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Chapter 2: Daffodils and Chocolate Cake

Harry stared at the picture, stumped. He had always been told he had his mother's eyes. But when his mother was four, her eyes had been blue, not green. He flipped ahead to the end of the book, to another large picture of the sisters. "Me and Lils on my twelfth birthday." The girls had longer hair and looked older. And their light, rather dull blue eyes were sparkling with excitement. Unnerved, Harry shut the book and grabbed the next one from the box. It was also clad in fabric, this time flowery and purple. The first picture was a portrait of Petunia in a school uniform, probably still about twelve years of age. Harry skipped ahead a few pages. "Home for Christmas" was plastered with pictures of Lily and Petunia opening presents, giggling together, and sipping cocoa. And after a few more pages, Harry found a picture of his mother making a face at the camera, her light blue eyes bulging. "Lily's 11th birthday party, June 10th" the caption read. Three days before her actual birthday, Harry noted. And a few pages later, Harry found what he was looking for. "Christmas in Rome," was written with alphabet stickers over two pages of pictures of tourist attractions, and a few photos of Petunia opening presents, and, in the corner, there was a family picture. Mr. and Mrs. Evans stood with their two daughters in front of them by a fountain. Petunia and Lily's smiles looked forced, and Petunia's dull, blue eyes didn't look happy or joyful at all. And Lily's eyes were not blue any longer. They were bright green. Just like Harry's. A sound on the narrow old staircase jolted Harry back into reality. He slammed the book shut and stuffed it away just as Aunt Petunia appeared in the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" she snarled. Harry was bursting to ask her questions, but he knew it would be pointless, and so he merely shrugged and stood up.

"Just looking for your old scrapbooks. Hid 'em well, didn't you?" And he pushed past his aunt and went to his room.

Later that afternoon, Dudley knocked on Harry's door. Harry opened the door, amazed that his cousin had the courtesy to knock.

"Mum says to tell you to dress nice for dinner. We have company," Dudley grunted. And he stomped off.

Daffodil, Dudley's girlfriend, arrived promptly at five for dinner. Dudley opened the door eagerly, and as she stepped in, handed her a large bouquet of--yes indeed, daffodils. Harry watched from the couch as Daffy squealed in excitement and leaned forward to peck her boyfriend on the lips. She then caught sight of Harry. Dudley glared at his cousin, and led Daffy to the sofa opposite Harry, his arm protectively draped over her shoulders.

"You must be Harry," Daffy said, her voice too high and her eyes narrowed. "Duddy has told me about you." Harry eyed Daffy in dislike. He had to admit, he was impressed. She was pretty. Her hair was curly and blonde, reaching to her waist. She had wide-set brown eyes, and she wore lots of lip gloss on her very full lips. Her teeth were white, although slightly crooked. She was tall for a girl, slender and curvy.

"Yes, and he's told me about you--Daffy, is it?" Harry smirked at her name. "Nice to meet you," he added, extending his hand. She shook it gruffly, and turned to Dudley, ignoring Harry from that point on.

Dinner was by far the most dull experience Harry could recollect ever encountering while at the Dursley's. All that Daffy talked about was how much she loved Dudley, and how much she hated the Prime Minister. By the time Aunt Petunia collected everyone's plates, Harry was exhausted and quite ready for bed. But of course, there was dessert.

"I remember you said how much you love chocolate cake," Aunt Petunia was saying to Daffy. "And you said that your school simply doesn't know how to make it well. So I decided to try and whip up the best chocolate cake I could, in hopes of doing a better job than the cooks at your school." Daffy looked near tears.

"Oh, Mrs. Dursley, you angel!" she gasped. Harry eyed his aunt, and suddenly remembered the picture of her blowing out five candles atop a chocolate cake. What had happened to her and his mother, to make them go from the best of friends, to not friends at all?

After dessert, Daffy and Dudley announced that they were going for a walk. Uncle Vernon went to bed early, leaving Aunt Petunia with a high stack of dishes.

"What do you want?" Aunt Petunia snapped as Harry approached her slowly.

"I was wondering if you needed any help," he asked a politely as he could. Aunt Petunia was so taken aback by this that she dropped a saucer, and it shattered on the ground. Harry grabbed the broom and began to sweep the bits of china onto the dustpan.

"Thank you," his aunt muttered, eyeing him suspiciously. Harry nodded curtly. He then rolled up his sleeves and began loading dishes into the dish washer. Aunt Petunia looked on, bewildered. Finally, she spoke again.

"What do you want, Harry?" she asked. Harry grinned. She knew him better than he thought. He was silent until the last of the dishes were finished, and then he turned to his aunt.

"I want to talk to you about my mother," he announced. Aunt Petunia paled slightly.

"I'm sorry, but that's not possible. I'm awfully tired. Thank you for your help," and she started for the stairs.

"I found the scrapbooks," Harry announced. "And I have some questions. Please, just let me ask a couple?" And to his utmost surprise, his aunt stopped, turned around, and then nodded at Harry.

"Fine. Just a couple." Amazed at his luck, Harry dried his hands on a dishcloth and pulled up a chair. Aunt Petunia sat down across from him, and waited. Now that he could ask questions, Harry had no clue where to start. His aunt sighed impatiently.

"Okay," Harry said quickly, not wanting her to back out and leave. "First question: Is it just me, or were you and my mother pretty close?" Aunt Petunia sighed.

"We were great friends. Lily was a good sister. That is, until she went off to school, learning dark arts and black magic. And then she started dating that numskull Potter." Harry frowned.

"Dark arts and black magic?"

"Of course. Just like you're learning. It is, after all, a school of witchcraft and wizardry." Harry rolled his eyes and decided not to pursue that topic.

"Is that why you hate me?" Harry asked, suddenly realizing something. "Because I look like my dad?"

"I don't hate you," Aunt Petunia said delicately. "Hate is a strong word."

"Gee, thanks," Harry rolled his eyes.

"You do look just like your father, and I suppose that may've caused me to be a little less inclined to think of you as my nephew," she admitted. "You do have Lily's eyes," she allowed. "The one trait you inherited from her was your eyes. I suppose that didn't help me like you any more, either."

"My mum's eyes were blue when she was young," Harry said, trying not to let his aunt see how anxious he was to figure this out. "They were blue like yours. But then, after...I'm not sure when actually. But sometime between three days before her eleventh birthday and your Christmas holiday in Rome, her eyes turned green. Why?" Harry watched his aunt closely now.

"I don't know," she announced, her face blank.

"Yes you do! Please tell me?" Harry pleaded.

"I don't. Why don't you ask one of your wizard friends?" Aunt Petunia snapped. And with that, she stood and left the room.

Hey all, don't worry! It's picking up, I swear! In the next chapter, Harry might just leave Number 4...Please review, and let me know what your thinking! Thanks a ton!