Sorry for the long wait. I have not had time to do anything recently and this chapter was very hard to write. It's also very short and I apologize for that. So much arguing…I'm not too good at writing that as you can probably tell. Oh, and thank you to gothic kid 13, SongOfRoland, LATMC, and AngelMorph for reviewing. Anyways, I hope you all like this chapter, so please read and review at the end:)
Harry Potter was angrily walking back to the Dursleys. Nothing at the moment would make him calm down. He wanted to know right now what the hell was going on and if no one was going to tell him, well then, someone would be in a lot of trouble.
How is it that so many people knew his name? First it was all those random people on the streets. Occasionally people would just stop him and shake his hand. Harry got used to it. He didn't know who these people were but he assumed that they were just nice people who went up to people and shook their hands.
Now, at some funeral every single person there knew his name. They weren't old either. That girl with the red hair knew his name…then there was also that girl at the dentist who knew his name. Harry'd never seen her in his life. Harry wanted answers. He was determined to get them.
When he finally reached number 4 Privet Drive, he quickly opened the door and slammed it loudly hoping to get the attention of his aunt and uncle who were somewhere in the house. Sure enough, he got their attention.
"Boy, what is the meaning of slamming the door like that?" asked Uncle Vernon loudly. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"I nearly gave you a heart attack?" asked Harry softly, "I nearly gave you a heart attack? Well how do you think I felt when I went to the cemetery today?"
Aunt Petunia gave a sharp gasp and grabbed onto her husband's arm.
"I saw my parents' graves," continued Harry quietly. "Do you know what else happened today?" Harry looked at his relatives whose faces had started draining of all color. "I went further into the cemetery and…there was a funeral going on. It was for some guy named Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore?" asked Aunt Petunia whose eyes had gone wide now.
"You know him?" asked Harry.
Aunt Petunia hesitantly shook her head. Harry ignored her and said, "And you know what? Every single person there knew who I was." He looked at his relatives and said, "Don't you find that a bit odd?"
Aunt Petunia's eyes widened in realization as she whispered, "Vernon…"
"We're not saying anything," he whispered back. "We haven't said anything since we took him in; don't see why that has to change now."
Harry glared at his aunt and uncle who were whispering and said, "Do you want to know something else? The funeral I walked in on…only wizards could have seen it." Uncle Vernon let out a strangled sort of noise and Aunt Petunia gasped. "That would mean that I'm a wizard."
Uncle Vernon looked at Aunt Petunia then back at Harry. "There's no such thing as magic…no witches, wizards, or anything like that. How many times do we have to tell you that, boy?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, come to think of it, it makes sense. All those people know who I am…I don't know who they are…you don't believe in magic…that's why you tell me off every time I mention something to you about flying motorcycles or when something I can't explain happens."
"Harry, you are obviously very tired so go to your room and go to sleep, now!' said Aunt Petunia who was now obviously very distressed.
"No…I am not going anywhere until either of you tell me what the hell is going on." Harry looked at them with a glare plastered on his face. "Well? I'm waiting."
"Potter…is that any way to talk to us after all we've done for you?" asked Uncle Vernon detaching himself from Aunt Petunia.
Harry thought to himself for a moment and said, "No, I'm sorry, I should have been a little ruder, maybe."
Uncle Vernon's face slowly began turning purple. "Would you care to repeat that?" he asked slowly.
"I said no, I'm sorry, I should have been a little ruder."
Uncle Vernon's face was now a dark purple color. That also meant that he was about to lose his temper. Aunt Petunia shut her ears as Uncle Vernon began yelling at Harry. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY NONSENSE FROM YOU, POTTER. WE HAVE RAISED YOU AS OUR OWN FOR THE PAST 15 YEARS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US? YOU COME TO US AND TELL US THAT WE'VE BEEN HIDING SOMETHING FROM YOU AND…"
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME!" yelled Harry. "Every single time I ask you what happened to my parents, you tell me that they died. I asked you where they were buried you said you didn't know. I asked you if you knew any of their friends, you said you didn't know. So you know nothing?" Harry turned Aunt Petunia and began yelling, "SHE WAS YOUR SISTER! How could you not know anything about her? Didn't you even care?" asked Harry quietly.
Uncle Vernon was about to start yelling at Harry again when Aunt Petunia put her hand on his arm. He nodded at her and walked into the kitchen. She walked closer to Harry and looked him straight in the eye and said, "Harry Potter, whatever happened between myself and my sister is none of your concern. I hate my sister and I don't care what happened to her. There was a time when that might have been different but that's gone. We told you that she and your poor excuse for a father died in a car crash. That is all that matters, nothing else."
Harry looked at his aunt with hate evident in his bright green eyes. In fact, it was so evident that Aunt Petunia stepped back in surprise. Harry stormed up the steps of the house without even turning around. If he had, he would have seen Aunt Petunia with a tear rolling silently down her face.
She was remembering the day that Lily had come to her and Vernon's house to invite them to her and James's wedding. Petunia had flat out said no. When Lily heard that, her green eyes were blazing with anger. It was exactly how Harry looked moments ago. That was the day that Petunia knew that her sister had her. This was the day that Petunia really knew how much Harry hated her.