Harry returned to Privet Drive with mixed feelings.

The information she learned about herself and her parents haunted her.

She gave Petunia a half hearted greeting before she dragged herself up the stairs and into her room.

Where she fell onto her bed exhausted. In a matter of minutes Harry was sleeping, albeit fitfully.

The next morning Harry got up early to make breakfast for the family.

As she prepared the meal she felt her muscles loosen in her neck and back.

By the time Petunia came downstairs Harry was humming to herself while making scrambled eggs and frying bacon.

"You seem to be doing better today." Petunia commented as she moved to set the table.

Harry nodded and continued tending the bacon and eggs.

Five minutes later, probably from the smell of the bacon.

Dudley walked into the kitchen, followed by Vernon.

After breakfast Harry and Petunia cleaned up the kitchen together and later Harry dragged Petunia upstairs to her room to show her all of the new things that Harry had gotten at Diagon Alley.

Petunia made a slight face at the thought but followed Harry none the less and even showed some enthusiasm when Harry opened up her trunk, showing off the different compartments.

"Just think Aunt Petunia, when I am of age I could do all the cleaning with a spell and you wouldn't have to worry about a thing!" Harry said enthusiastically.

Petunia smiled and nodded, "So." she paused, "what does your wand look like?"

Harry smiled and pulled it out of her trunk, and reverently handed it over to Petunia who took it carefully.

The wand was beautiful to say in the least, the delicate light colored wood was infused with red veins along its length and the grip was made of deep red cherry wood. It was long and very thin but pliable.

Petunia handed the wand back to Harry, who then tucked it back in her trunk.

The last couple of days before Harry had to leave where quiet ones.

She read over her books again, skimming them in case there were differences from her mother's books.

Harry also helped Petunia clean the house once more before she left.

The morning of her departure Harry woke up very early despite having been up late going over everything to make sure that all of her things where packed.

Harry sat on her bed holding Hedwig and petting her feathers, waiting for it to be time to make breakfast.

At precisely seven o'clock she went downstairs and started getting all of the necessary ingredients to make pancakes out.

As she stirred the ingredients together, Harry felt herself calming down.

By the time the rest of the family had made it down to the kitchen a stack of pancakes was already waiting.

The ride to London was tense to say in the least, Vernon was not happy at all.

He had wanted to let Harry take the bus, but Petunia convinced him otherwise.

Saying that when they were in London they could go buy Dudley more clothes for his year at Smeltings. That mollified Vernon somewhat.

At King's Cross Petunia and Harry got out of the car.

Vernon and Dudley were unwilling to help out and agreed to stay in the car.

Together Harry and Petunia walked to Platform 9 and 10.

Once there they found the barrier between the two that would lead them to Platform 9 ¾.

Petunia having remembered from the time she went with Lily, explained to Harry exactly what she had to do in order to get to the Platform.

Harry nodded as she listened and once Petunia was finished Harry threw herself at her and gave Petunia a big hug.

Despite herself, Petunia began feeling teary eyed and to hide it from Harry she urged her to go on through the barrier.

With a determined look Harry took hold of her cart, making sure that Hedwig was secure in her cage, she started to roll towards the barrier.