Petunia felt discombobulated after she returned from the depths of the strange contraption...what had Harry called it?

There was an uncomfortable pause as her nephew folded his arms, his green eyes looking anywhere but at her. “I...I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“That’s all he left for me.”

Petunia nodded silently.

There was another moment of serious contemplation, but then Petunia said, “Why did you show me this?”

“Because you’re the only other person who I think would...understand…”

She stepped closer to her nephew and put a hand, a gentle touch, on his shoulder. “Yes.”