Dear Harry,

You must be married, and have kids. You must not want to talk to me. After the way I treated you. Locking you in the cup bored. Treating you like trash. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry I wasn't a mother figure. I'm sorry I didn't tell you were a wizard. I'm sorry for everything.

Vernon tried to convince me you were a freak. I wouldn't listened. But, the thought of Lily dead and she sacrificed her self for you. It killed me. It made me mad at you. For something you didn't have control over.

I'm sorry. Maybe we can start anew? If not feel free to ignore this letter.

Love,

Aunt Petunia