A/N: Didn't realize any one was liking this. Here's chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be on wednesday...

I do not own HP

If one were to pinpoint the exact question he should've asked first, one would have never chosen what he said. His brows were knitted together and he had begun to sweat, "How does Uncle Vernon not know?" Oddly, Petunia laughed. She laughed low and long, eventually bringing tears to her eyes before she finally spoke. "I wish I could tell you. On the same note, how did you never suspect? I had assumed, after your first year, or even during that summer you found out, that you would've found me out. I'm not a witch who practices magic frequently. In fact, I probably do a small spell once every few months, and it's usually a charm to allow Vernon to impress the guests. Lord forbids he actually believes he can impress them with that same story, over and over." At this Harry found himself smile.

Were there any clues? He supposed there were a few of them. Yet, at that moment, none other stood out more than Aunt Petunia's dessert "Duddy Pie". It was a dessert that she made only once a year, and it was the one thing in the kitchen Harry had no clue on how to make. She forced everyone to leave the house for several hours while she made it. The pie was built more like a cake, and featured five layers of goodness. The bottom layer being a moist, rich, dark chocolate cake layer; the next was a foamy, mousse like milk chocolate, following a layer of light chocolate pudding. The second to last layer was another milk chocolate cake, followed by a final layer of a cold, ice cream like layer, yet it would not melt. On the top was a skillfully crafted picture of Dudley.

"Duddy pie?" Harry asked. "I'm sorry. What?" Harry spoke again, "Duddy pie. There's no way that its muggle made." Petunia laughed again. "Yes. Yes. It was one of my favorite things to make with magic. That layer of ice cream that refused to melt was my own creation. Come to think of it, I'm surprised you've never thought it before. I was so terrified at the thought of you seeing me over summer holiday at Diagon Alley that I almost made Douglas late the second year…" And then Petunia appeared to be in thought for a moment. "Douglas?" Harry asked. Who was Douglas and why was she taking him to Diagon Alley? "Oh, Dudley. He doesn't fancy being called that anymore; he'd rather go by his first name. I think he's afraid he'll be picked on, at least while he's at Smelting's. I don't think he says anything while he's here because of Vernon." "I wasn't aware…" Harry started, but stopped. Wait, why was Dudley going to Diagon Alley? "Aunt Petunia, why's Dud… err Douglas, going to Diagon Alley? Isn't that against magical code?"

Petunia started to open her mouth, and stopped. Movement was made in her lips, along with gestures with her hands, but silence permeated the room. Harry realized immediately what she meant. Dudley was a wizard, she was hiding it, and they were all acting ashamed of him! He started to stand and opened his mouth to shout, but again, a silencing charm along with a body bind was placed. She ran and wrapped her arms around him and placed a kiss on his forehead. He could see the tears in her eyes, but large part of him didn't want to care. He didn't want to allow himself to be that caring, forgiving person that he always was. She spent years making his life miserable and allowing her husband and son to do the same, even though she, and eventually her own son, was the same thing her husband "feared".

"Please forgive me Harry. I wish I could explain why I never told you or why I've treated you worse than a dog, but I can't. Please, don't make me do what I have to do to Douglas when he's home on break…" Wheels spun in Harry's head; what did she have to do to Dudley while he was on break? He didn't have to wait for an answer, "Douglas received his letter while you were out with Hagrid your first year. He was scared, at first, but then became rather excited. Vernon on the other hand, became rather violent and shoved me into the wall and blamed me for doing this to our son. It was my "freak" blood that did this to him. I stopped him with a binding curse, as he had very nearly split my head open, and Douglas had become scared. I placed a sleeping spell on him and a memory charm. He will never remember what he did, nor will he ever realize what I or Dudley are. I ask that you contain this secret… it is only for a little while longer."

Then she turned again, this time looking towards the clock. "Oh my Harry. Look at the time, it's almost 6. Your uncle will be up shortly. Please, just go back to bed; I will talk more once he is gone for work." Harry felt himself stand, and almost immediately felt as though he had spent days on end awake and was in dire need for sleep. He stumbled his way up the steps and as he found himself oddly smiling as he realized the sleeping charm.

Aunt Petunia sighed as she watched Harry leave the room. This was not how she intended to tell him about her, or Dudley. On the same hand, she was grateful that this had happened, as she did not feel it was appropriate to let him find out when she would have to take him to Diagon Ally for his and Douglas's supplies. Absentmindedly she looked over at the letter she had pulled out before Harry appeared.

In scarlet letters read her name, Petunia Dursley in the Kitchen of Privet Drive. Emblazoned on the back was the broken Hogwarts seal. She sighed again. "Better he find out today then on the first day of school I imagine."

Walking to her cupboard she pulled out a box labeled "Petunia's Diet Mix". Opening it she checked the box, ensuring that none had been used since she used it last. Sighing thankfully that no one had been the wiser, she walked to the living room and cast a quick silencing charm, followed by a barrier to ensure no one could see what she was about to do. Grabbing a small handful she threw it into the fire. "Arthur Weasley, of the Burrow."

A few minutes passed before the head of a plump woman erupted into view. "This had better be important! Has the sun even risen? What do you… oh! Petunia… What can I do for you?" Her tone had shifted quickly when she realized the woman who was calling her. Petunia sighed lightly, she hated when she had to speak to someone else just to speak to the person she called. "I need to speak with Arthur please." Almost immediately he appeared and Molly could be heard muttering about calling at an ungodly hour as she walked away. Arthur smiled as he greeted her, "Well if it isn't my favorite witch who's a muggle." Petunia laughed. This had been their joke for several years. Arthur had found her absolutely fascinating with her always playing muggle and such.

"What can I do for you today, Petunia?" "I require Harry's key." Immediately Arthurs smiled faded. "Oh, we won't be taking him shopping this year?" "No. I firmly believe it is time. He's spent enough of his life in the dark about me, I believe it's time for him to know the truth… er… as much as I can allow right now." Arthur smiled. "Alright, be there in a jiff."

Immediately the fire diminished and Petunia was standing there, already beginning to feel uneasy. It had been some time since she had used this much magic, but she knew that this was only the start of a very long and complicated journey. One she never imagined she would face twice in her lifetime. "I suppose it'll all be hells bells once the boys awake…" Petunia thought for herself. "Perhaps a sleeping spell on the boys, just enough for Vernon to leave for work…"

Arthur arrived a moment later with a loud crack, and immediately Petunia was grateful of the silencing charm. "My my… quite the dramatic entrance don't you think, Arthur?" He laughed for a moment, "Well, as you know, Molly doesn't quite fancy you, so it's not like I could just run up and grab the port key." Petunia laughed. "You still have that? Dear lord, I thought you would've gotten rid of that years ago." Petunia's face blushed deeply as she recalled the hot pink bra that had been the port key she had given him many years before.

"I must admit I've gone through hell keeping it hidden. Keep it in a special place." At this he winked at her. Petunia blushed and pushed him away gently, "Stop, I'm a married woman…" Arthur laughed, "Ah well, never hurts a man to try. Anyway, here you go."

Petunia held the key firmly. "Thank you Arthur. I'll be in contact with you later. I may require… some assistance with Harry." He nodded solemnly. "How much will you tell him?" Petunia sighed. "Only what it necessary… for now." Again Arthur nodded. They sat there for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts. "Well, I'm sure Molly's waiting, and Vernon is probably about to wake himself. See ya love!" And with that he placed a kiss gently on her cheek and with a crack he was gone.

Harry awoke groggily and felt as though his head had been smacked against the pavement. He couldn't recall what had occurred, but he had the strangest idea that magic had been involved. He sat up quickly, but realized immediately that it had been a bad idea. Grabbing his glasses he shoved the covers from his body and stood shakily. Looking at the floor he quickly disregarded whatever was bothering his head. Scattered across his floor were random gifts. He quickly spotted a bundle from Hermoine and another half wrapped package from Ron. Smiling he reached for Ron's gift.

Harry,

Happy birthday! How's it going? Nothing's changed here at the burrow… Mum's getting a bit crazy, but nothing out of sorts. Hope you enjoy the cookies. Ginny baked 'em, but I bought the frogs and beans. Mum says you can come stay for the rest o' summer, just let me know!

Ron

Harry laughed as he looked at the beans and cookies. The cookies, while smelling fairly normal, were a pale green and looked as though there were small baby bird eggs in them. Harry eyed them suspiciously before deciding to simply avoid them altogether. He decided that the best option would be to throw them out. Glancing towards the other pile he picked up the neatly folded envelope that was obviously from Hermoine.

Harry,

How's your summer going? Well? Mine is a blast! I spent my summer reading about "The Extended History Of Hogwarts". Did you know that, on average, at least one student dies per generation? I know that's a bit morbid, but it got me thinking; who do you think it will be? Usually it's due to some preventable thing, like the whomping willow or an accidental poisoning due to some flakey potion they're attempting. Crazy things I must say. Anyway, happy birthday and hope you enjoy the book! Also, sorry for the toothpaste and brush, it's my parents' gift. See you soon!

Hermoine

Glancing at the book Harry smiled, "Quidditch, A Seekers Guide". He half expected her to send a book anyway, and was greatly relieved that it was something he would read. Setting everything aside he stood shakily.

His head pounded, and for some reason or another he felt as though there was something he needed to remember, but couldn't. Brushing the thought far from his mind he put on his slippers and wandered out of the bedroom. Immediately he bumped hard into Dudley. Stumbling back he grabbed the door frame to avoid falling back into the room. "Sorry Harry."

Immediately his eyes snapped up. Either he was still dreaming, or Dudley actually apologized. Almost as soon as he thought that he decided that he was indeed still dreaming. Standing before him was Dudley, or what appeared to be Dudley, but a thinner version. Deciding that something had to be off in his head he smiled, "What's going on here?" Dudley shrugged his shoulders, "Wish I knew." And with that he was bounding down the steps.

Harry followed. This was an odd dream, and one that he intended on living fully. "So how about some breakfast boys?" He heard his Aunt Petunia ring from the kitchen. When was the last time she included him in anything? Shaking his head in amusement he laughed, "I do Aunt Petunia!" Immediately he almost wished he hadn't been so enthused. His aunt quickly caught his gaze and scowled. "Sit down Harry. We have something to discuss."

She placed a plate full of food in front of him and instructed him to quickly eat, as they had plans for the day. Again, Harry found himself confused, as he had thought this was a dream, but it did not feel like a dream at all. In fact, it was so much like real life, minus the trim Dudley, that he wasn't sure what was going on. "Aunt Petunia… what's going on?"

Petunia sat slowly, and shifted her gaze between the two boys. Both were more similar in ways they were to ever realize. Both were eating in an almost symmetrical fashion, grabbing bacon and eating eat, while starring at Aunt Petunia questioningly. "Well, since we're all here, let's get this all out in the open." Immediately Harry and Dudley fell forward gripping their heads in obvious pain. "Mum! Mum! Mum!"

Harry could hear the terror in Dudley's voice, but could offer no comfort as his own pain was drowning out any notion of attempting to help his cousin. Before he was able to collect himself he heard a slap, scream, and then felt a slap on the back of his head as well. "Pull it together you two! Dear lord. I swear you make a bigger production of this each year Douglas."

Almost as if a light switch was flipped in his head Harry jumped from the chair and slammed into the wall behind him. "YOU'RE A WITCH!" As soon as the words left his lips he was slammed into the chair he left and placed in a full body bind. "Well, aren't you the genius? And to think you're going to your 3rd year? Hm, well regardless, we have things to discuss. First," and at this she turned to Dudley. "Get your trunk and retrieve your wand." Dudley stumbled out of his chair groggily and hobbled towards the stairs. "Now you, I will release you to go upstairs, get your wand and change into something decent. We have places to go.

Harry felt his limbs free and he immediately opened his mouth to speak, but again was stopped by a silencing charm. Not that it would have mattered much anyway, as Petunia was already busy grabbing her own things. Angry was an understatement, upset was long gone, yet, out of any emotion or feelings he could have, all he could fathom was agitated curiosity. Stomping up the stairs he felt like laughing. With an angry smile he laughed silently. This day was going to be one hell of a birthday.

Petunia was rummaging through her letters as the two boys came into the kitchen, both clutching their wands tightly. "Ah good, you're both ready." She handed both boys a piece of parchment, which Harry quickly realized was their school lists. "We're going to go to a couple places today, but first things first I need to let you both in on some important information about this coming school year."

Harry eyed Dudley a moment before he turned his attention back to his aunt. "Douglas, you are immediately transferring from Smelting's to Hogwarts. I've already spoken to the Dean at Smelting's, all's left is to get you enrolled at Hogwarts, which we will do after lunch." Again, Harry made motions to speak, but felt nothing but air leave his silent mouth in an exaggerated notion. How was "Douglas" going to be enrolled at Hogwarts, why, and what the devil kind of school was Smelting's?! His Uncle Vernon attended for god's sake!

Petunia watched Harry's movements, but chose to ignore them for the time being. He would have time to talk to Douglas about it once they settled later. "But Mum, I really like Smelting's." Douglas started, but was stopped quickly. "I'm aware of your enjoyment of the school; however, that school is no longer a safe haven for you. Nor is this place either," she whispered at the end. "I have agreed to take on a teaching position at Hogwarts as mainly a substitute teacher, but also a backup teacher for potions. I will be instructing the fifth years as they prepare for N.E.W.T.S" Petunia eyed Harry for a moment before she released the silencing charm.

"I know this is a lot of information to take it. Too much information to be honest. I want you to know though, that I never intended it to be like this." Harry just starred at her for a moment, "So you're a witch, he's a wizard, and Uncle Vernon is…" Petunia's eyes glazed over for a moment and glistened with oncoming tears. As quickly as they appeared though, they were gone. "He is no longer your Uncle. Douglas, I am sorry, I have tried to keep this marriage together, but your father cannot accept the fact of what we are. I have already applied for a divorce at the ministry, and it has been approved. This has been coming for some time, as you know, and I hate to break it to you like this."

Harry felt hurt for a moment for Dudley. His cousin was about to lose his father, the man who he grew to call dad and for some strange reason it caused Harry to clutch his chest in terror. Before he realized what was happening he felt the tears cascade down his face and he spoke, "Why can't he keep his dad? Why? He shouldn't have to lose his dad! It's not fair! He shouldn't have to grow up without his father! It's not right! It's not right!" Surprise caught him again as he felt not his Aunt's arms, but Dudley's wrap around his thin frame. "Please don't cry Harry. It's not like that. I'm not upset." Harry looked up into Dudley's eyes and saw a small gleam of tears graze the surface, but not the type of tears he'd experienced a moment ago.

"What do you mean? It's your father! The man who loves you more than anyone! The man who will protect you! The father who will…" "The father who will disown me? The father who would rather me be fat and miserable than allow me to attempt sports because he doesn't want a son who is more successful and happier than he's ever been? A father who told me he hates me when he found out that I was a wizard? What's there to lose Harry? He's never been nice to you. You should be happy… I am. I want a father who loves me regardless, not when he fancies." Looking up at Petunia, Douglas laughed, "You know I lost almost all the weight when I started at Smelting's? Dad was so upset and angry when I returned from break that he made me sit down and eat until started throwing up? Mum has had to put a fattening charm on me every time I get home."

Harry found himself laughing then as Dudley erupted into laughter. For some reason or another, Harry found the image of his cousin eating to sickness hilarious. It felt nice to laugh at him for his expense. "You were always an ass to me." Harry said as they both stood up. "Yeah, sorry about that. I never intended to continue it, especially after my letter showed up. Blame mum for that. I always had a false memory implanted during the summer. Mum wanted to keep dad as out of the loop as possible, you know? I always made it up though; I sent you those candies every time I got a chance in school."

For a moment Harry was lost in the rush of information, yet the only thing that stood out was the admission of sweets being sent to him as an apology. He remembered always getting sweets by owl in the mail. He had assumed it to be one of his crazed fans, but nothing more. He found himself having a hard time staying sore right now, and whether it be from all the heartfelt admissions, or the sudden rush of information he could not say.

"Well, as long as that is out of the way, I do believe it is time to go."