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It had just turned 12:00 AM on July 31st, Harry's 17th birthday. He stayed up all night to wait. Then, very faintly, he heard footsteps, then the squeak of the trapdoor to the attic of number 4 Privet Drive. A stair creaked as someone crept up to the attic. Harry, now being able to use magic, creeps out his room to investigate.
Harry found the trapdoor of the attic un-done and the stairs folded out. He griped his wand as he climbed them. What he found astonished him.
Aunt Petunia was leaning over an old chest rifiling through it. She turned around when she heard Harry entered the attic. He looked suprised and he turned to go back down, but she called out to him for him to come over.
Harry's first look at the trunk told him it was a Hogwarts trunk. ' Is aunt Petunia a witch?' he thought as aunt Petunia motioned for him to sit down.
" I think it is time for you to know the truth about me, Harry. It may take a while, but you need to know." she said, in a serious but nice way. The only time she has ever said anything nice to him.
" You know that I'm a year older than your mother, right?" Harry nodded. " Okay. When I turned eleven I recieved a Hogwarts letter. My parents were so excited, and even Lily was happy for me. I went to Hogwarts, but I turned out to be a Squib. I was so depressed, angry, and just felt awful. So I left Hogwarts. My parents were saddened and tried to get me to cheer up. Lily promised to never go to Hogwarts if she got her letter. I actually believed her promise. She always kept them."
" The following year Lily got her letter. I thought she would tear the letter up, but she opened it and showed our parents. They were so proud at having a witch in the family."she paused for a minute. Harry was staring at his aunt with dis-belief. She was a squib! And she had said his mothers name. Twice!
"Lily wrote back saying that she was okay and was already the best in all her classes. She had been sorted into Gryffindor, like I had, and had already made friends on the first day. I was jealous of her, just so angry that she did something I couldn't that I let it control me. Then, when I was 18 and your mother was 17, our parents died from a terrible car accident on their way home from the market. They had made a will, and it stated that the house was left to the both of us along with everything in it. I was so caught up in anger and misery that I blamed Lily for their death. I moved out and left your mother the house. Later that year I met Vernon and we got married early the following year. That same year Lily sent me a letter stating that she was getting married to a James Potter and she wanted me to come. I didn't show up. The day our parents died was the last time I saw her." She paused again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, a sight Harry had never seen. Nor had he ever had a real conversation with his aunt, or talked about his mother.
" And then we found you on our door step two years later with a letter explaining everything. I was sad, yes, but part of me still blamed her for it. We took you in, but I knew you would be just like your mother and go to Hogwarts and become a wizard. I turned all my pain, anger, and grief towards you and it became normal for me to mis-treat you. I'm really sorry for it. I just wish I could turn back time and start all over." She stopped and cried silently for a minute. When she stopped, she rummaged through the trunk and pulled out a letter sealed with emerald green wax.
" Lily gave this to me the day you were born, 17 years ago. She told me to give it to you should anything happen to her and your father. I always thought you were too young to know, but now I don't think you are, and you have the right to see it." She handed the letter to Harry, who was already fighting back tears. He carefully opened the letter, thinking that his mother was the last one to have seen the inside. The letter smelled of lavender. He carefully unfolded the letter. It said:
My beloved Harry,
I have written this letter incase anything may happen to me or your father. A prophecy has been made, wether you now know about it or not. I fear something will happen. I am letting you know that you inheret everything we own, if there may be any left. I love you and always will, no matter what happens. You will always have me and your father with you in your heart. We love you. You are the only child I shall ever have, and you are the only one that will carry my love for you.
Your loving mother,
Lily Evans Potter
And your father,
P.S. We love you.
Tears were freely streaming down Harry's cheeks now, knowing his mother took the time to write this letter to him incase what she feared did happen. He had inherited everything. Or, what was left. Aunt Petunia was sitting there, not knowing what to do, and suddenly she pulled Harry into a warm motherly hug. Harry was astonished, but let her. ' This is the only hug I have ever recieved from her. Maybe she does love me.' he thought.
" Why haven't you told me any of this before?" He asked.
" I told you already. I thought you were too young." she paused thoughtfully, then looked him in the eyes. They still sparkeld with tears.
" Harry, I know I am the only connection to your mother you have, and I know that you're leaving. You can come visit me and talk to me any time you want. And I do love you. I'm sorry for what I put you through. I just did it because I had to get some anger out of me about your mother somehow. But there was nothing to be angry at. Do you think you can forgive me?"
This was not like aunt Petunia at all. She sounded so depressed, and there was regret in her voice. ' I know she didn't mean to, but I can't erase all those memories. I would like to, and start over, but it's hard.' Harry thought. ' But, everyone deserves a second chance.'
" Of course I can aunt Petunia."
They got up eventually and went back to their rooms. Harry saw that it was already 1:13 AM.
' I guess I better get to sleep. Long day ahead of me tomorrow.' And with that last thought he fell asleep.
( A/N: read bolded letters like they are all in one sentence first. it's fun)
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