Harry awoke to a soft knocking at his bedroom door. He grumbled something barely audible, beckoning the caller inside. He was so shocked to see Aunt Petunia coming into his bedroom that he sat up, despite his throbbing headache. He looked at her curiously with his large green eyes, at a loss for words. She cleared her throat uncomfortably "I-I uh, I know we don't talk much, and that your uncle and I haven't always treated with as much kindness as we could, but today I was thinking to myself that this will be the last summer you come home--and it really occurred to me how much I- well how much I will miss your being here," she stammered, not even daring to look at Harry. He slid over to make room for her to sit on the bed. "I know you are not my son, and I know that I have never acted like a mother to you; and I am not saying I will embrace what you are…but you are still my nephew, and though I may not show it, I do care about you. I heard about what happened…and I may not be part of your world, but I remember how things were, when--when" she gestured with her hands, unable to make herself say even "You-Know-Who." Harry nodded incredulously, to indicate he knew what she was talking about. "And and I know you must be hurting because of what happened with that Dunderdore--" "uh Dumbledore," Harry corrected her. "Yes, sorry. Dumbledore. Well anyway, what I really wanted to say, was I wish you would eat something," she finished, now daring to make eye contact with Harry. Harry in all of his life had never felt as though his aunt did not despise him until this moment. Even though he had dreamed about one or both of his guardians showing any sort of love towards him, this still did not ease his aching heart; but he could tell that it had taken a lot of will and courage for her to say that to him, so he eased himself off the bed and followed her to the kitchen for something to eat. Something in her eyes begged him not to tell Vernon of what had transpired moments ago, and he knew deep down that his uncle would never, could never love him. A tear rolled down Harry's cheek as he remembered something Dumbledore had told him about the strength of love, and the love of family. Somehow, someway, Harry felt like Dumbledore had been in his bedroom just moments ago, and that idea stabbed him like a knife in the heart because it reminded him that he would never again be in the same room as Dumbledore. Why couldn't he protect him? Why hadn't Dumbledore allowed him to fight for him? Instead he put him in a full body bind, unable to act at all.

/You could be my someone, you could be my sea You know that I'll protect you from all of the obscene I wonder what you're doing, imagine where you are There's oceans in between us, but that's not very far

Can you take it all away Can you take it all away Well you shoved it in my face This pain you gave to me Can you take it all away Can you take it all away Well you shoved it my face/