"Yes, but I think Fleur will need to put a silencing charm on you," Harry replied as he pulled the cloak back off of him. "The same thing that Mr. Delacour had on you that first night. I promise that she'll remove it later."
"But…why?"
"You have to know about the secrecy laws," Harry said and when Petunia nodded he continued. "I can't risk you reacting to something you see and letting other people know about the cloak. We could get in trouble."
"Oh…" Petunia said as she looked almost hungrily at the cloak, "but what are you going to show me?"
"Your son," Harry replied. "He's not the angel you think he is, I know you'll never believe me but I hope for yours and maybe his sake, you'll let me show you."
Petunia didn't know what to think. She was fighting an internal battle about wanting to hate the child in front of her against a longing that she'd suppressed for so long. Finally she nodded.
They walked into the house with her and watched in amusement as Petunia put the cloak over her head in front of a mirror and then pulled it off her head and other parts.
"For someone who doesn't like magic, you seem to be having fun," Harry commented.
Petunia stopped immediately as her cheeks turned red. "You never did tell me how the trial went," She said finally.
"Peter Pettigrew was found guilty," Harry said.
"Pettigrew? I thought it was Sirius Black. That's what was in that note Dumbledore wrote."
"At the time that's what they thought," Harry replied. "But last year we found out Sirius was innocent and Pettigrew was guilty. My godfather is now a free man and Pettigrew will get what he deserves on Monday."
"Dementors?" Petunia asked.
"You know about Dementors?" Harry asked in astonishment.
"I…I heard that boy telling your mother when we were kids," Petunia explained. "He said really bad people get their souls sucked out of them."
"Boy?" Harry questioned. He knew his mother didn't start liking his father until long after she'd already have known about them herself. But then he remembered that there was a wizard his mum knew when she was growing up; her best friend before coming to Hogwarts. "You mean Severus Snape don't you?"
"You know him?" Petunia asked in obvious surprise.
"He teaches at Hogwarts," Harry replied. "I know he was Mum's friend, but I hate him."
"He...he was the reason your mother and me..." Her voice trailed off as she sighed as if remembering something then she continued. "He'd tell her stories of Hogwarts and the magical world and then he'd be rude to me because I was a muggle. He even made a tree branch fall on me," She again fell silent though after a few seconds she asked. "Is…that how you knew about my letter? Did he tell you?"
"No," Harry replied gently. He was still stunned by the confessions of his Aunt. "Mum told me," At the look on Petunia's face he explained what had happened that night two weeks ago when Voldemort returned. About being captured and rescued. He told her about surviving another killing curse and meeting his parents. He found it quite an unusual experience taking to his aunt about the magical world while she was holding his invisibility cloak.
"You ran in front of a killing curse?" She asked incredulously.
"E saved my life," Fleur said. "Actually zat was ze fifth time in ze last few months."
"You came and rescued me too," Harry said to her as he took her hand and kissed it. "In more ways than one."
"Are you really dating my nephew?" Petunia asked the eldest bondmate.
"Oui," Fleur answered. "We all are. My Papa was not lying. In fact 'Arry proposed to us all today."
"That's preposterous, you can't…I mean," Petunia sputtered as she looked at Harry. "You can't marry more than one of them and…and you're only fourteen."
"We are bonded magically," Harry explained with a shrug. "It's an exception to the laws and yes for some reason these three ladies have agreed to marry me. In fact they are planning on us stopping in Paris to shop for rings. As for my age, I'll be fifteen in a couple of weeks and I'm leaving it up to them when we actually have the wedding. As long as it's what they want, I don't mind if it's next week or five years. So you can see I really do not have anything to be jealous of Dudley for."
Petunia sat down heavily on the seat that was close by as she digested what she'd heard. Though doubts and fears ran through her mind, she realized if her nephew was to be believed then there was definitely some kind of an afterlife and she very well might have to answer to her sister. She looked at Harry. "I'm sorry," She said. "I…I…"
"There's been too many years and too much…other things," Harry cut her off, "for me to casually forgive all that had occurred, but someday in the future it might happen."
Petunia nodded slowly. She looked down at the cloak that she still held in her hands and swallowed. She looked back up at Fleur. "Do whatever you need to do so Harry can show me what he wants to show me." The nervousness in her voice was very evident.
Fleur lifted her wand and said. "Silencio. Now Mrs. Dursley, try to say something."
Petunia opened her mouth and tried to speak but no words came out.
"I promise zat I will remove it," Fleur said. "Now get under ze cloak," She turned to Harry. "Be careful. I'm going to follow but stay out of sight. I just wished I'd learn to disillusion myself," She finished by giving Harry a kiss.
Petunia blushed as she watched the oldest of the three young witches kissing her nephew with obvious enjoyment. She quickly pulled the cloak on but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene.
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