Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other character in the books. I make no money off of this. If I did either... I wouldn't be writing fanfictions.

Summary: It is a few days before Harry goes back to school for his sixth year. Petunia sends Vernon and Dudley out for the day, and drags Harry into the TV room. What is on the video-tape she is holding?

Warnings: May contain spoilers for the 5th book. Petunia Dursley and Harry may be a bit OOC. There might be some Fluff.

AN: This is my first fanfic. Sorry if the grammar and structure is bad. Review if you feel like it. Thanks!

'Italics' indicates thoughts.

'So close...' Harry thought as he lay in the grass of the backyard. 'Just four more days and then it's back to Hogwarts.' He smiled. 'Hogwarts. Home.' His smile faltered and became somewhat sad. 'Home.' With a long sigh he started to pick at the grass, pulling it out one blade at a time. Although he had lived here at Privet drive for the last 15 years of his life, it never was truly home for him. He wondered what his life would have been like if Voldermort hadn't taken the lives of his parents that night. Sighing sadly he slowly sat up and made his way into the house.

"Diddykins! Don't forget to tuck your shirt in!" Petunia Dursley reminded her portly son.
"Yes mum." Dudley whined as he struggled to ties his shoes, as he was having trouble leaning around his large belly. "Mum... Do I have to go? I'm going to miss all my favorite shows on the telly!" A pout settled on his face.
"But Dinkydums, don't you want to spend a day seeing what your father does for a living?"
"No. I want to stay here and watch the telly!" He said with as much whine as he could muster.
"It's father-son day at daddy's work. He'll be terribly sad if you don't go!" Petunia said with the usually sugary sweet voice she used to talk to her son.
"NO! I want to stay HERE!" Dudley stopped his foot down and crossed his arms.
Petunia worried her lower lip. "How about this Diddykins, mummy will tape all your shows for you, and then we can go shopping and buy you a new video game. Will you go if mummy does that?"
Dudley's face screwed up, as if he were thinking very hard. "Ok... but I want two new video games!"
Petunia sighed inwardly. "Alright Diddy, tomorrow mummy will buy you two new games." She smiled sugary sweet. Dudley grinned triumphantly. "Now finish getting ready."

"Ah! Dudley my boy! I see you're ready to see what a real man does for a living. Excited to be going to work with me today are we son?" Vernon Dursley questioned his son as he joins him and his wife in the sitting room.
"Of course Father! I can't wait to go!" Dudley lied.
"Excellent!" He clapped his son on the shoulder. "Let's be off then."

As they made there way to the door, Harry come inside from lying on the grass. He looked at the both of them dressed in suits. 'Uncle Vernon is probably going to work... but why is Dudley wearing a suit?' "Where are you going?" He asked. "Not that it's any of your business boy, but I'm bringing Dudley to father- son day at Grunnings today." Vernon stated. "Ok then." Harry said sarcastically. Pushing past them he went up to his room falling onto the bed.

Petunia stood in the door way and watched as her husband and son backed out of the drive way. "Bye-bye Diddykins! Has fun with your father!" She waved them off happily. As their car turned the corner at the end of her street, her smile faded and was replaced by a small frown. This was the time she had been dreading since she got first got the tape in the mail. In the Muggle mail. It had been sent to her by her sister, Lily. With the VHS tape was a note to Petunia. Actually, it wasn't to Petunia specifically. It was addressed to however had custody of Harry in the case of her and James' death. The note stated that the video was to be played for Harry on his 16th birthday, and that the guardian, whom ever it may be, should watch it too. Petunia knew that Harry's birthday had already come and pasted quite a while ago, but it had taken her a long time to build up the courage to actually tell the boy about it. She wasn't sure why she was afraid to play the tape. Maybe she was afraid of what it could show. Or maybe she was afraid to see a tape that might have her dearly departed sister in it. 'Maybe both.' She didn't care to think about it though. She knew she had to show it to him soon; he was leaving to his freak school in four days. At least today she needn't worry about Dudley or Vernon. Sighing heavily she went into the house and up the stairs to Harry's room.

Harry sat on his bed bored. 'I really should do my summer home work...' "But I don't want to..." he grumbled aloud. He lay down his stomach and twiddled his thumbs. 'Maybe I should write some letters to Ron and Hermione... but I have absolutely nothing to write about...' He gave a frustrated growl and buried his face in the bed. Just then Petunia abruptly walked in. It startled him so much he jumped and fell off the bed landing on hid bum. "OW! Bloody Hell!" He growled again. "Don't you knock?!" He snapped quite a bit more sharply and loudly than he should have. He stood up rubbing his sore bottom.
Petunia gave him a glare. "Watch you language boy, and don't you dare take that sort of tone with me! This is my home, and I may do as I wish." She scolded him.
Harry knew he didn't need to raise his voice at her. He actually felt a bit ashamed. "Sorry Aunt Petunia." He had said it so quietly the she barely heard it. To tell the truth, Harry also felt a bit stupid for falling off the bed and swearing in front of his Aunt.
"Yes, well, you should feel sorry. Using that kind of language. Really..." Petunia crossed her arms and huffed. She stood there for a few moments. Harry began to wonder why she came to his room in the first place. They waited a few more moments. A semi-awkward silence filled the air between them.
Harry cleared his throat. "Ahem... so... um... what was that you needed, Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked her somewhat uncomfortably.
Petunia snapped back to reality. She was putting it off and she knew it. She ground her teeth and steeled herself.
Harry was a bit nervous... 'Why in Merlin's name is she acting this way?'
"Straighten this room up, it's a terrible mess. Then, come down to the TV. There is some thing I need to show you." With that she left, slamming the door behind her.

Harry's mind began to spin wild thoughts. 'What on Earth could she need to show me?' He thought dizzily. 'The faster I tidy up, the faster I'll know I guess.' Harry began to whirl wind clean. Grabbing, throwing, stuffing, and hiding every loose thing he could grab. 'That a bit better.' He did one last survey of the room before nearly running out of his room. He stopped himself. 'Wait... Try to look cool and calm about... whatever it is.' He did want his Aunt to get the satisfaction of knowing he was actually excited to find out what she had to show him. Composing himself he walked slowly down to the TV room.

Entering the TV room, all he could see was his Aunt setting in one of the lovely plush chairs holding a video tape. "Sit." She said quietly. Harry sat in the chair across from her. "Do you know what this is?" She asked.
Harry rose and eyebrow. "Yes... it's a video tape." He said in a confused voice. 'Where is she going with this?'
"That's not what I mean." She said flustered. "Do you know what is on this tape?"
"No. How could I."
She sighed loudly. "This is a VHS that I received in the mail a few months ago. A note also came with it. It said that is was to play this for us."
Harry just looked at her. "Ok... What, I mean why, er... rather..." He felt a bit exasperated. Why was anyone sending his Aunt a Muggle VHS for him? Who? "Who?"
Her head shot up. "What?"
"WHO? Who sent the tape?" Harry asked impatiently. "What did the note say?"
"Your mother sent it. The note was addressed to whoever should be taking care of you in case of their deaths." She said in the steadiest voice she could.
"Why did you wait so long to show me?!" Harry asked irritably.
"The note said to wait until you were sixteen..." She tried to continue but Harry cut her off.
"I turned sixteen a long time ago!!" He was really irked by now.
"Don't cut me off! I was about to explain..." her voice dropped. Now she looked a bit nervous and ashamed. Harry saw the look and stayed quite. "I was going to show you weeks ago, but I've been too..." It was spoken so quiet Harry could barely hear her, but he could clearly here her voice break a bit at the end.
"Afraid?" He supplied softly.
Her head snapped up at him. She looked angry if not offended. "I most certainly was not afraid! What do I have to be afraid of?" It was plain that she was trying to convince herself more than him.
Harry felt an odd feeling in his stomach. "Its ok to be scared Aunt Petunia." She let out a soft little sob. It was an odd, surreal sort of feeling. He had hardly ever seen his Aunt show this type of emotion, much less cry.
"Why should I be afraid or scared to see a tape of Lily?" Her sobbing became a little louder and she put her face in her hands. "Why should I care?"
Harry was at a loss. Was this really his Aunt that he had known so long? Why did the subject of his mum suddenly strike a nerve for her? Before he realized what he was doing, Harry had crossed the room and put a hand on her shoulder. Petunia spluttered. She looked up at him and sniffed. Harry kneeled beside her and took one hand and pressed it to his cheek. "It's ok." He barely whispered, still not aware of what he was doing. She looked at him like he had grown a second head.
"What are you doing?" She asked in a slightly confused tone that was just above a whisper. It brought Harry back to reality with a jolt.
Harry dropped her had and fell back. The tips of his ears and his check started to turn pink. He let out a strained nervous laugh.
They sat and looked everywhere but at each other for several minutes.

Finally Petunia had enough. "Alright already." Harry looked up at her, from where he was still sitting on the floor. "There's no point in just sitting here. We might as well watch it already." She picked the video up off the floor where it had fallen. Harry took the tape from her and went over the TV and VCR. There was nothing special about the tape or the case. It was just a regular Muggle home video. Harry turned on the screen and the VCR. He put the tape in and pressed play. At first there was no sound, and the screen was just fuzz. Then...

The screen changed into a view of Lily Potter. She stood
there smiling into the camera. "Hello Harry." Her smile became
even wider. "Hello my beautiful son." She conjured up a chair
and sat down. "I don't mean to sound to cliché, but if you are
watching this, then James and I are dead." She smiled sadly. "If
you aren't living with Sirius, who being your godfather was or
first choice, it means that you were entrusted to Dumbledore. I
hope that he has put you in a happy home. However, that is not
what this movie is about, my sweet baby boy." She gave the
camera a little wink. "It's to show you what we were like, how
life would have been with us, and just how much we love you."
.....

TBC DarkLuminance

AN: So... any good? At all? I know they were OOC. Forgive me if this really stinks. This is my first fic ever and English is my worst class. Review if you feel like it. I would love it if you would. Have any good ideas for what that home movie should show?