What If Harry Finally Confronted Aunt Petunia? | Short Film 🕯️💔

You're leaving today. Nothing left for us here, is there? I just want to understand one thing before you go. There is nothing to understand. You were dumped on our doorstep. We did our duty. Duty? You made me sleep in a cupboard under the stairs for 11 years. You let your son chase me with a stick. You starved me. Was that your duty? We gave you a roof. We fed you. We couldn't have. People like you. Personally headaches. Parading around the neighborhood. You weren't protecting the neighborhood, Aunt Petunia. You were protecting yourself. From her. From my mother. She got the letter. She got to go off and being special. And I stayed here. Sweeping the ashes. She wrote to you. Did you know that? She wrote to you asking for help when she was pregnant with me. You never replied. You chose a clean house over your own sister. We were scared, Harry. I know. I was terrified every day I lived under this roof. But I survived. Not because of you. But in spite of you. You're not the only one who lost a mother that night, Harry. I also lost a sister. I hope the new house brings you the peace you were looking for. I won't be coming back.