Chapter 7
Harry awoke to his aunt's screeching. 'Oh no', he thought, 'how far back have I gone? Wait! It worked! And I still have all my memories! Gotta think about this and use them properly.'
So, Harry Potter, eleven years old, got up to make breakfast for his muggle relatives. While doing this, he pondered a way to change things, starting today. His thoughts were interrupted by a sound from the mail-slot. 'Oh no!' thought Harry 'My Hogwarts letter is today!'
After being almost hit by his cousin, Dudley, Harry went to get the mail. He saw his letter among the usual mail. Thinking quickly, he hid his letter in his cupboard. He didn't want Hagrid coming to 'rescue' him. He walked into the kitchen with the rest of the mail, which he placed on the table.
Harry finished his breakfast and, after cleaning the breakfast dishes, he was excused. He went to wash up and came back downstairs for his chore list. His uncle had already left for work and Dudley was planted firmly in front of the TV, so Harry figured this was the best time to corner his Aunt.
"Aunt Petunia? Can I ask you something please?"questioned Harry.
His aunt was shocked at his politeness, and nodded her head towards the kitchen, indicating he should follow.
He sat down at the kitchen table, while his Aunt Petunia made herself tea. Harry fidgeted for a minute, trying to figure out how to undo what Dumbledore had done.
"Well, Harry, go on then." said his aunt, not unkindly.
"It's just, I know I'm not supposed to ask again, but how did I come to be in your house? I know you said my parents died, but that's still no reason to drop a baby on someone, especially when they already have one of their own. I know we don't get along, and I can't help feeling we might of if we weren't 'forced' into this situation." said Harry.
To say his aunt was surprised at this well thought-out statement, was an understatement. She gaped at him for a second, before regaining her composure. She had had the same thoughts at the time of the incident, and often questioned the letter left with Harry that Dumbledore had written to her.
"Harry," said his aunt, "is there something else you really want to know?"
Harry nodded and went quickly to his cupboard. Retrieving his letter, he returned to the kitchen and laid it on the table. His aunt slightly recoiled from it, then looked at him with narrowed eyes.