"So man...how did you like the movie?" Dudley asked

"It was awesome! I didn't know that you guys had the ability to do those cool things with the werewolves and stuff!" Harry exclaimed, very excitedly.

"They're called special effects Harry...although I guess you've never seen these types of movies before. When was the last time you saw a movie, Harry?"

"On your sixth Birthday...that cartoon one...Disney I think...but I don't really remember what it was called...just that we really hated it because it was too romantic."

"Wow. Thats a long time...now wonder you were so surprised."

"Yeah. So are we going back now?"

"Sure, but I think we should pick something up for dinner," Dudley said, grabbing his car keys and walking over to his red sports car. "Fast food, or supermarket?"

"Probably fast food. If we go to the supermarket, she might want to cook it, and God knows she needs a break," Harry said, thoughtfully. "Maybe we should take her out to dinner?"

"No. She doesn't like going out...and it would probably stress her out," Dudley said, unlocking the doors and jumping in the car. Harry jumped in too, and they BUCKLED UP! (A/N: hint hint)

Petunia watched her son and nephew drive away to the movies. 'I've been a horrible mother and aunt to those boys,' she thought. 'They would probably be better without me...just like Vernon said.'

She walked up to her room and pulled out a long, sharp knife. She pulled out a pen and paper and wrote a letter, her last words.

Dear Harry and Dudley,

Over the years, as you've seen, I havebeen a horrible mother and aunt. I spoiled you rotten, Dudley. If it weren't for that girlfriend of yours, you would probably still be an overweight, egotistical brat. But you aren't, despite your father and my raising techniques. You turned out to be a nice gentleman, who has learned not to have prejudice on people like your cousin, those of other economic stature, and those of different race. This is something that I could not do, and therefore, I congradulate you. I love you very much son. And Harry, I'm sorry for how horrible I've been to you over the years. I let your uncle brainwash me because I was still sore about my sister. You may be wondering why I hated her so much. The truth is, I was jealous. She was the special girl in the family. My parents loved her so much. Over the years, I felt left out, so I shunned her. It was stupid, because I know that Lily didn't view herself as better than me, and she always tried to include me. I love you Harry, and I'm sorry. I've left a box that I've been hiding from everyone all these years. They're pictures of me and your mother together, us as a family, and her, James, Sirius Black (yes, I know he was innocent, and I know he died, Mrs. Figg told me) and Peter Pettigrew. I am sorry for your loss of your godfather, as well as your parents. I will miss you two dearly. Dudley, I own everything, now that your father has been sent to prison. So, I leave it all to you, and I hopoe the two of you can get along. I'm sorry things had to end this way, I just can't imagine living, knowing all the things I've done to you Harry, as well to you, Dudley. I'll miss you two so dearly. Don't forget me, but don't spend too much time mourning over me either. I love you, I don't think I can say it enough.

Love,

Petunia Dursley

She took up the knife, and slit her own throat. She fell to the floor and could feal herself losing oxygen, and she passed out. This time, she would not wake up.

Dudley and Harry had just finished grabbing some cheeseburgers and soda for themselves and Petunia. They got out of the car and walked into the house.

"Mom! We've got food for dinner! Come down please!" Dudley yelled up the stairs.

Silence.

"Mom!"

Silence.

"Aunt Petunia!" Harry yelled.

Again, Silence.

"Is she sleeping?" Dudley asked.

"If she is, she should have heard us yelling. Lets go up," Harry said.

Dudley and Harry ran up the stairs to Petunia's room. The door was closed.

Knock. Knock

No Answer.

"Mom! We have dinner, please come down," Dudley pleaded through the door.

Silence, still.

Dudley opened the door slowly, by the time he had it halfway open, he screamed.

"What--OH!" Harry yelled.

Petunia's body was lying lifeless on the floor. Blood was trickling down her neck onto the rug. There was a knife and a note next to her. Harry walked up to the body, and picked up the note. He skimmed it over. He looked at Petunia's body in horror. Dudley took the note from him and started to cry. Harry saw the box that she mentioned sitting on her bed. He wouldn't worry about it now.

"What do we do?" Harry asked.

"Call the police--or the hospital. "Dudley said. "Police most likely."

"Go call them. We can't touch her body until they get here. I'll hold the note. Then I'll send Hedwig with an owl." Harry said calmly.

Dudley wiped his tears away, but they just kept on coming. He ran down the stairs and picked up the phone. He dialed the number for the police.

Hello. This is the police.

Hi. I'm Dudley Dursley at Number Four Privet Drive. My cousin and I came home after a movie, and found my mother lying dead on the floor. She left a note and everything. Can you send someone here?

Yes Mr. Dursley. Someone will be there shortly. However, it is important that you don't move the body from its original position. Did you touch anything?

We only touched the note because it was addressed to us, but no, we didn't touch the body or the weapon.

Someone will be there in a matter of minutes.

Thank you.

Click.

Dudley hung up the phone and waited for Harry to come down the stairs.

"What did they say?"

"That someone would be here soon," Dudley replied,wiping his tears with his sleeve. "Did you write your friends?"

"No. I forgot that Hedwig just sent them a letter, so we have to wait," Harry replied.

"Right. That shouldn't be too hard."

Knock. Knock.

Dudley ran to the door and opened up.

"Hello Mr. Dursley. We are here on account of your mother's death," a female police officer said. "We brought a team in to investigate, just to make sure that someone didn't kill her and stage it as a suicide while you are gone. Also, we need to hear your testimony, as well as your cousin's testimony. Now, which room is she in?"

"Upstairs, first one to the right," Dudley said, in a depressed tone.

"Thank you."

Two other police officers came in behind her. Then two more people came in after that. "Young man," one of the others said, "we need your statement, my partner will take your cousin's statement also. Is there anywhere you want to sit?"

"I'd like to go to my room, sir," Dudley replied, and they went up stairs.

"Hello. Now what is your name son?" the other officer asked Harry.

"Harry Potter, sir."

"Would you like to speak in your room too?"

"No, I'd prefer the kitchen, sir."Harry replied.

"All right then," he said, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Now tell me what happened."

Harry told him all what happened since he got home, except for the stuff that had to do with school, or magic, he just mentioned that he had to write to his friends every three days. He told him about his uncle, all the way down to when they came in to find her body lying in a puddle of blood on the floor.

The men left, and cleaned up the body. They were asked to stay somewhere else in order to not mess any of the investigation and cleaning process up. So the two boys split up. Dudley stayed at his girlfriend's house, and Harry took his things and stayed with Mrs. Figg.

"Hello, Mrs. Figg," Harry said politely.

"Hello, Harry dear, come one in," she said nicely. Harry lugged his trunk and Hedwig's cage inside. "Now I'm afraid that you have to stay here until the police are done, as to not raise suspisions. They need you to stay somewhere they can reach you until this is all over.

"I understand, Mrs. Figg. Will anyone come to see me, though?" Harry asked, hopefully.

"Yes, I believe that Remus is dying to see you. He kept asking me how you were doing, of course I didn't know because you were always inside. I'm sorry about what happened this summer, I had no idea, Harry."

"Iunderstand, Mrs. Figg. I never went outside, so you had no reason to raise suspisions, especially since I was still writing to Ron and Hermione."

"Ah, yes. The forced letters. Well, I bet your glad your uncle is gone in prison then?"

"Definitely," Harry said, his stomach rumbling.

"Would you like some lunch dear? It looks as if you haven't eaten in a while," Mrs. Figg said concerned.

"Yes, I would love some Mrs. Figg. I really haven't eaten for a few days..."