Harry sat down next to her aunt and waited patiently while Petunia worked up the nerve to tell Harry what she had always been dreading.
"Harry," she paused, "there are some things that we didn't tell you about your parents." Petunia looked at her niece and continued, "they weren't killed in a car crash, they were murdered by a psychopath."
Harry felt faint, she had always wondered if it had been something else that had killed her parents, after all her dreams certainly didn't involve a car, but this was just a bit too much for her.
"You're lying" she whispered, "right? You're just saying things," her voice getting louder with every word. "Why did you say they died in a car crash? Huh? Why? How would that have made things any easier for me?" Harry was almost shouting at this point, before she remembered that she was talking to her aunt.
Petunia sighed, "We weren't thinking of you when we said that, you know that Vernon isn't fond of you Harry, you stand for everything he despises." Harry looked down and started fiddling with her hands, tears forming in her eyes.
"I know this is hard to hear but Harry there's more I need to tell you," Petunia continued. "But it can wait until tomorrow, Vernon is coming back soon and if he sees you like this he will not be happy, you know that."
Harry nodded and wiped her eyes, then she sniffed a couple more times and went back to work.
Dinner went off without a hitch. Vernon didn't notice anything and Dudley was entranced by his TV and so didn't perceive anything else besides his food. After dinner Harry half heartedly cleaned the dishes before Petunia sent her to her room.
It wasn't until nine the next morning that Harry awoke. How odd, Harry thought, usually Aunt Petunia wakes me to make breakfast. Shrugging Harry put on her clothes and went down the stairs and into the kitchen. There she found her aunt sitting at the table with a cup of coffee between her hands and a faraway look in her eyes.
When Harry walked over to the refrigerator and got herself some yogurt and strawberries, Petunia finally noticed her and motioned for Harry to sit beside her.
"Harry there is something important I want to tell you," Petunia looked at the girl and continued, "there is more that you need to learn about your parents and yourself. You see," Petunia paused, "you and your parents are part of a hidden community in England, you're a witch Harry."
Harry started, "wait, what?" she said not believing what she just heard. "I thought you said magic didn't exist, I thought… I don't even know what to think, how is this even possible?" Petunia sighed and put her head in her hands before continuing, "Harry your mother was a witch too, as well as your scoundrel of a father, they met at their freakish school of theirs Hogwash or something."
"so, so what? I'm a freak?" Harry barely managed to say the words, a feeling of dread settling into her stomach. Petunia looked at the girl she raised for seven years and made an important decision right then.
"No" Petunia responded gazing Harry in the eyes, "no you're not, you are special Harry just like your mother, be happy you have that power, Lord knows it saved you before."
The knot that formed in Harry's stomach loosened, "so what do I do now?" she asked "do you have anything I can learn from? Mind as well start now right?"
Petunia nodded and then got up and motioned for Harry to follow her.