Chapter One: Part Two

Harry was sitting in his room wondering about all these things when he heard something. It was a cry, a cry of sorrow, of pain. and it was coming from his Aunt and Uncle's room. Harry went towards their room, slowly and carefully, not wanting to disturb them. As he reached closer to their room he heard Uncle Vernon saying, "please Petunia, someone will hear you."

"I don't care," said Aunt Petunia sobbing, "I just don't care. How can they do that? How can they let him die like this? What good is their magic if it can't even save him?"

"Petunia" said Uncle Vernon worriedly, "He will not die. Didn't you hear what she was saying? there is a way to save him. We will make him do that, force him if we have to. Your friend was right Petunia, He is just a boy. He can't win from the Dark Lord. He will die. We have to stop him. Have to"

"I - I gave him all the tough time when he was here, never liked him" said Aunt Petunia. "But, I never wanted him to die. After all, he is my sister's son. Her only son. And I- I liked Lily. She was everyone's favourite, something that I wanted to be, but still, I liked my sister. specially after that night-"

"Careful Petunia" interrupted Uncle Vernon. "We shouldn't talk about that."

"Yes - Yes, you are right Vernon. Anyways I will call that Lady and tell her to help me save Harry. She will do something."