Chapter 8
"So you know?" she asked. Harry nodded. "I remember when Lily got hers." said Petunia, with a sigh. "She and I were so close, you know. Oh yes, and then that letter came and we started to grow apart. We had nothing in common anymore," she said sadly, "my best friend, my sister changed. And then she gets murdered trying to protect you from some Evil Dark Lord, and what happens? I get to see her eyes, but all I can feel is anger! If magic was so great, why did she die?"
"Aunt Petunia, thank you for the truth. Can I see the letter that was left with me?"asked Harry
Harry's aunt went into her bedroom to retrieve the letter. Returning a few minutes later, she was carrying a rolled parchment. Catching Harry's look, she said, "Oh yes, all wizard letters are on parchment." She explained, thinking he was curious. In reality, Harry could see a multi-hued glow on the paper. He knew what that was – more meddling!
Petunia put the scroll down in front of Harry so he could read it. He read it over quickly, then looked at the spell marks to figure out what they were. One, he already knew, made his aunt angry whenever she looked at Harry and thought about Lily – he had figured that much out from his aunt's previous outburst. One was a compulsion to treat Harry with hate and the last one was to hate magic in general. As Harry wandlessly dispelled them, he thought of how this could help him.
"What was that?"asked Aunt Petunia as Harry dispelled the last of the magic on the letter.
"There were some nasty spells on the letter." Said Harry "No wonder, he wants me to keep away from the wizarding world, and what better way than by making you hate it?" Harry said, half to himself.
"Do you mean to tell me Dumbledore put those spells on us?"cried Petunia.
"Aunt Petunia, it's okay. I'll need a little help from you, but not much, and then you'll only need to worry about me during the summers." Stated Harry, calmly.
"So, we should allow you to go to Hogwarts? Give me a good reason why? Especially since you say Dumbledore is the one trying to make us all miserable." Exclaimed Petunia.
"Yes, the old meddler is trying, but I'm only 11 and I'm at least one up on him already. I want to know why he feels the need to meddle in my life. Why me? I'm sure this Lord guy killed lots of parents, are other kids being jerked around by him?"
"At the very least, I want to know the truth of my life," said Harry, solemnly, "and I will find out!"
His aunt regarded him for a long moment, then nodded her head approvingly, with a small smile of pride at his words.