Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe

Warning: Some of the things in here are from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. There aren't any spoilers for the plot line of the film, however, the idea of this came to me after seeing the film.

"Dudley! What are you watching?" His aunt's shriek made Harry freeze, before he realized it was his cousin, and not him, who was on the end of his aunt's wrath. He crept forward, curious on how his perfect cousin had gotten in trouble.

Dudley was sitting on the couch, his shocked face staring up at his mother. The telly blared in the background. "I was . . . I was just watching Dungeons and Dragons, Mummy!" His chin wobbled, as if he was about to cry.

Harry's aunt whirled around to face the telly, with the remote in hand. There was a small clicking sound, and the telly's screen faded to black. "Dudley," she started, before noticing Harry peeking from the kitchen. "Harry, you too. I have something to tell you, but it will have to wait until Vernon comes home. Go down to the park and play for a bit. I'll call you when dinner's ready." Petunia turned and walked to the kitchen, dismissing them.

Harry looked over at Dudley, a grin growing on his face. "Race you to the swings!" And he ran out of the house, with a shout of "Hey!" on his trail.

"Vernon," Petunia hesitantly brought up. "I think it's time to have a discussion on magic." The two boys stopped chewing at the words, and Vernon leveled a stare on his wife.

"What do you mean, 'a discussion on magic'? Magic isn't real, so there isn't anything to be discussed about, right?" Harry's innocent question brought life back to the table. Vernon gave a quick nod, and Petunia started.

"When your mother – my sister – turned eleven, Harry, she got a letter from an . . . elite boarding school. This letter stated that she was a witch-" Petunia glared at all the tables occupants, daring them to interrupt. "-and that magic was real. She was invited to study magic at the boarding school, which only taught those with magic in their blood. Needless to say, she accepted. That's where she met your father."

"Does that mean . . . does that mean that I'm a witch?"

Petunia sucked in a breath, her mouth going all small as it did when she was displeased. "You would be a wizard, Harry, and no, it does not mean that you're a wizard. And Harry, you don't want to be a wizard. Magic killed your parents."

"But I thought you said there was a car crash?"

"That was a lie. A wizard serial killer killed them. He was about to kill you, but you were able to survive. And then the good wizards and witches dropped you off on our doorstep in the middle of the night, without so much as a word to us. They didn't think to even tell me that my sister had been killed." Petunia dabbed at her eyes, then stared straight at Harry. "Magic is bad, Harry. Magic is evil and only sets you up for terrible things. You don't want to be evil, do you Harry?"

Harry shook his head so fast he almost fell out of his chair. "Oh, no, Aunt Petunia. I don't want to be evil."

"Then if you ever feel like something magic is going to happen, suppress it. You're only six. We can fight this awful disease."

A/N: This will have more chapters, but I doubt it will be much longer. It most likely won't be updated for awhile. School is just awful, don't you agree?