Harry sighed and studied his reflection in the tabletop. "What I really want to know is.... why?" He lifted his head to ponder Petunia. "Why did you do it? All the abuse and the neglect. Dumbledore was right: you didn't do as he asked. You never treated me like a son. All I wanted, all I needed was a home, and when you didn't do the decent thing and give me one, I had to look elsewhere to find it! Why? In the name of your sister, why did it have to be that way?"