Disc.- I don't own Harry Potter!

This Story...- Time travel, Fem!Harry, gratuitous use of memory modification and criminal actions and behavior. Yes.

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Petunia's curly blonde locks bounced in the air, having just been cut to chin level as she turned from the sight of the hairdresser fawning over Lily's long red locks. This brought her youngest sister into her view and she smiled, bad mood lightening. Violet smiled in return, green eyes slightly unfocused with bad vision. Her black hair was cut even shorter, a wild mess on her head and curling around her ears in an attempt to tame it. The haircut left the lightning bolt scar on her forehead completely visible, making her stand out even more than she already did amongst her sisters and parents. With Harry Evans and his curly red hair and sparkling pale blue eyes, tall and broad-shouldered with a warm hearty grin to go with the freckles spotting his nose and their small dainty-sized mother with loose pale gold waves and intense green eyes paired with fair complexion.

Petunia had her mother's pale blond hair and her father's pale blue eyes, skin fair with a few freckles dotting her cheeks. Lily inherited their mother's deep jade green eyes and their father's almost auburn crimson hair. But Violet had inky black locks, absolutely no color or shades of anything but light devouring darkness and her green eyes were an almost outlandishly bright green apple color. She tanned better than their father did and with the same freckles across her nose and smile though and it most certainly was their mother who gave birth to her. Their grandmother insisted that she looked just like her own sister (who'd unfortunately died as a child) and that she got her looks from there.

Regardless of where she got her looks from, she still stood out amongst them. Neither girls were far from each other in age- Violet and Lily were technically twins, though Lily popped out almost a full three months earlier than she was supposed to and Violet stayed in for an extra two weeks so they weren't typically called twins. Petunia was about eight months older than Lily but almost an entire year away from her preferred sister. Violet's hand slipped into her own and they left the barber to climb into their cramped little car with their father, who glanced at them and burst into deep chest rumbling laughter.

"Well,", he breathed once he got himself under control. "At least you don't look like a sheep anymore.", he grinned at the youngest Evans sister. Violet smiled but Petunia pursed her lips. She'd thought her littlest sister was quite cute with the wild locks curling about. "Too pretty to be confused for a boy at least,", he went on teasingly, glancing out as his wife and middle daughter finally came out. Lily's hair had only been a trim but it was the most expensive of the three and Petunia felt the sharp sting of envy and anger, two familiar emotions when it came to dealing with perfect little Lily.

Violet's hand squeezed her own and she stubbornly turned to ignore her red-haired sister for her far cuter and far more agreeable sister. Their parents weren't aware of the depth of dislike she had for her redheaded sister; but they knew she didn't particularly get along with golden Lily. Then they would chide her because Lily was her little sister and that jealousy was a terrible trait to have. Petunia learned to keep her remarks to herself, but that didn't mean she was going to get friendly with the prat. Then they were driving home, Lily dragging her fingers through her hair like a preening bird and Petunia hated it. She hated her sister's hair.

One night, Petunia had chopped it all off, yes she did. Imagine her fury when by morning it had all grown back. Violet on the other hand, she had loved her little sister's wild curls in velvety black. They were soft and bouncy and ever so much fun to play with, and made ribbons look especially pretty. Now it was cut too short for their precious few ribbons. Petunia frowned slightly, playing with the ends of her own pale blonde hair by her jaw. Hopefully their parents would let her hair grow out properly. Until then, Violet did like to use the ribbons as necklaces, fitted against the throat. When they returned to their small run-down home, there was a woman awaiting them. She wore green tartan in a long dress like attire, her sleek dark hair in a tight bun under a large hat and strict, stern features. She stood ramrod straight and that set their parents in a wary mood. Their father got out first, Marigold pulling her three daughters close and staying on the other side of the car.

"Can I help you, ma'am?", Harry Evans asked slowly, cautious.

"My name is Minerva McGonagall, and I come from a very...Special school.", at this their parents and Lily perked up. Of course. Lily.

"School?", Marigold piped up, her painful grip on her daughters loosening.

"Yes. Perhaps we can discuss this inside?"

"Oh, of course.", he nodded, stroking his mustache and trim beard.

"Should we send the girls away?", their mother asked and Petunia sneered, turning her head away as she crossed her arms. By 'girls', they meant Violet and her. Only when they said 'ladies' did they mean all three of their daughters, as though Lily were somehow too good to be called just a girl. The only thing Lily was good at was smiling and flipping that stupid red hair of hers! Petunia was excellent in academics, above her peers- Violet was more domestic. She cleaned, everything from their wash (which typically had to be done by hand so as to preserve pounds), to the house, to tending to small flower bed. And her cooking was wonderful! Gifted, she was. But no, Lily was the favorite!

"Nonsense, this concerns them after all.", and Petunia stared at the woman for a moment, then glanced at her surprised parents. That stung her in a deep way.

As though Lily were better than them, more deserving. She hid another scowl before her little sister slipped her hand into hers. Petunia glanced at her as they followed their parents into the house. She could tell Violet was tense; well, she had wanted to tend to their secret little garden when they got back. Hidden out by the old abandoned factories at the outskirts of town, they often went there to play in the huge buildings while Lily hogged the swings with that horrid boy she'd befriended. The one who sneered at her and Violet while making dewy eyes at their sister, perfect Lily.

Petunia still paid very careful attention to the woman, stunned when she turned into a tabby cat right before their eyes! Then turned the table into a giant moving chess piece! It was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen! Three letters, in a thick sort of parchment, were handed to them while she continued to talk about things like tuition and classes with their parents. The ink was a lovely green and there was a strange crest with four animals on it.

"The lion, the eagle, the badger and the snake.", Violet whispered to her. "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin.", she recited before breaking the seal to take out the two pieces of parchment. Petunia rubbed the thick strange texture between her fingers, scanning through the flowing script with a squint. Violet and her had a bit of bad vision like their father, but couldn't afford glasses.

"Witches, Vi."

"That's right, Pet.", green eyes sparkled back, mirroring ice-blue. Pet was exclusively used by her youngest sister. Lily, horrid little bugger that she was, had given her the horrible moniker of Tunie. Rhyming with pruny and loony, the other children often mocked her after they'd heard Lily call her that. Petunia just knew Lily did it on purpose. Then the woman and their parents arranged a date to pick up their school things after working out funds and whatnot and then the girls were being told to go out and play because they had a lot to talk about.

The girls made their way to the park a bit faster today, though Petunia scowled as soon as she noted Lily's stray there, with his cast-off trench coat and ripped shoes. He perked up when he saw Lily but gave Violet and her a grouchy look. All four were together for a few moments, Lily excitedly telling him (despite that she wasn't supposed to) all about the visit from the woman. Apparently, they'd talked about being magical before, but when she mentioned her and Violet the boy jolted in shock before turning narrowed black eyes at them. She glared right back at the pillock.

"You? You're a witch too?"

"Got a problem with that, boy?", the two scowled at one another. "Tch. Let's go, Violet. We know when we're not wanted."

"Wait.", and both other girls froze. Violet did not often speak around others, and had never spoke in front of Lily's friend. Rarely did she even speak to her family, mostly saving her words for her oldest sister or the kind woman down the street who taught her and Petunia ballet and formal dancing, as she'd used to be a dance instructor. She would teach Lily too, but the airhead always ran off to the park to find that boy. "Severus,", Severus? Was that the boy's name? How outlandish. "I think you would fit nicely into Ravenclaw.", and then she turned, ending the small conversation with a seemingly out of nowhere sentence. With that she begun to lead Petunia away and in the direction of the abandoned factories.

"Vi, what was that all about?"

"I just think he'd make a good Ravenclaw. A premonition, if you will.", Pet gave her an odd look but said no more about it. If Violet looked tense, then Pet kindly overlooked it. Sometimes her youngest sister would say strange things like that with that strange glint in her eyes. Perhaps it was part of being a witch. But then they were tending to the garden they'd set up, hidden and coveted and they giggled and played amongst the rubble of the old factories. Their garden was a great variety of things, seeds taken from other yards or nicked from a store here or there- Violet had quite the talent at nicking things without notice. Anything from pumpkins to exotic flowers or flowering shrubs- they even had a small pink flowering tree. By their garden was the most magnificent weeping willow that was absolutely perfect to practice their dancing at, especially when they were able to sneak away a portable radio. Usually setting it to classical music.

"We can get magical plants, too. I'm sure there are lots of them.", Violet's pretty green eyes sparkled happily and Petunia beamed at her little sister brightly.

"Oh, that'd be perfect! Say, do you think this Hogwarts,", her nose scrunched up. Petunia just couldn't get over what an unsightly name that was, "School has dance classes as well?"

"I haven't the foggiest. If not, maybe we can petition for one?"

"Excellent idea, sister-mine."

"Why thank you, sister-mine.", and they dissolved into giggles before starting up their dances once more. The kindly woman down the street was something of a nanny when their parents both worked the same shift, and had been helping the girls learn to dance since they were four or five. She'd even said that they were developing the dancer's grace in their movements. Petunia loved being told such things. Despite being more into her schoolwork and her mind, she did like to imagine lacy things and pearls and dainty things like that. She imagined ballet slippers with ribbons that climbed up their shins as well, but such things weren't for them; not while they were in poverty. Petunia was determined however, that one day she and Violet would make lovely ladies of great wealth and admiration. She was sure of it.

But soon the sky was beginning to get a bit dark and they grudgingly left their hidden garden to travel back to the park, where Lily and the boy were laying together, staring up at the sky and talking together. She sneered at the sight. Her redheaded sister bid her farewell when she saw them and they headed home.

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Petunia glanced nonchalantly at the basket her sister held in the bookstore. She'd grabbed a great many books, but the only ones that could be seen were the books from the curriculum. When Petunia would stroke the spine of one, Vi would grab that one too. She shared a smile with her youngest sister.

They left the bookstore with no trouble and Pet wondered that there weren't any security measures. Or perhaps Vi just knew how to get past them. Her sister knew a great many things, Pet wouldn't doubt it. One day she would get her to share those particular secrets but for now she was content. When they then went to get trunks, the blue-eyed girl watched her tiny sister activate some sort of charm on a few of the trunks, shrinking them down when no one was looking. They were nice, lovely looking trunks and the little tags said that they had numerous charms on them. They were, of course, far above anything their family would ever be able to afford.

Quite frankly, Petunia nor Lily quite understood the money these magic folk used, and neither did their parents, but Vi took to it easily. When they were fitted for robes and curiously twisting this way and that in them, Petunia watched her sister smuggle more robes around their sizes whilst the owner of the shop and their parents fawned over Lily and her pretty smile with her long crimson hair.

But then they were entering a pet shop, their guide explaining to them that having a familiar is the norm, and that three different animals were allowed in Hogwarts. Though added with a twinkle in her eyes that sometimes people did bring other pets kept hidden. Lily positively adored a small little tawny owl with wide yellow green eyes, round and rather cute, and just barely five inches. Petunia rolled her eyes, wandering closer to the larger owls. A finicky looking black owl stole her attention. It was huge and commanding and she got closer to the cage, staring into sharp yellow eyes. The feathers seemed to form horns but this didn't look like any horned owl she'd seen.

"An eagle owl. This particular old boy is a bit hostile though, don't know why the owner has him on the floor.", and the shop worker moved to take the owl away.

"No! Wait- I like him.", she stopped him quickly, still staring into the owl's eyes. It gave as much of an intense stare back before fluffing itself slightly with a very quiet hoo. The young man blinked.

"Well. Never seen 'im do that a'fore. Guess he likes you too.", he shrugged. "If you need books on his ilk, it'll be on Eurasian eagle owls, got it?"

"Yes, thank you.", she nodded, grabbing the large cage and with the help of the man setting it atop the second hand trunk they'd bought. Petunia didn't mind. Vi would give her a new one soon enough. The cage was barely enough to hold him and she resolved to look for an even bigger one so he'd be comfortable while he was caged.

She caught sight of her sister in the feline section, crouched before a cage on the bottom. Petunia blinked, wandering over to her sister.

"What kitty cat are you staring into the soul of?"

"I want two.", she said in prim response. "They're kittens, half-kneazle and Maine coon mix. Their mother is beautiful, she looks like an even bigger Norwegian forest cat."

"Can you have two?"

"Probably not, but I'm getting them both. That pure white one there? He'll be Horologium. And the tiny one with the red and black and white will be Cleothera. Rolo and Cleo for short.", her sister told her distantly. "Cleo can be out and about but I suppose Rolo will have to hide in one of the special trunk compartments until we get to the school.", she reached a hand in and gently plucked the white one from the cage. Petunia glanced around quickly. No one was paying attention to them. It was almost like nobody could see them. The kitten, while young, was old enough to be separated from his mother but just small enough to fit in the large pocket of the sweater Vi wore under their new (secondhand) robes. That done, she opened the cage properly and picked up the second kitten that caught her eye, pausing only to pet the mother cat, who purred in satisfaction with intelligent gleaming violet eyes. "Such a pretty girl you are, and with such pretty kittens as well.", Vi murmured gently before shutting the cage again. When they regrouped with their family, one of the workers blinked at the kitten Vi held.

"Are you sure you want that kitten? She's the runt of the litter."

"So am I.", she said with a bland stare. Her father barked out a laugh heartily. The man raised his hands before helping the two collect supplies for their new familiars. If Vi happened to be grabbing more things than necessary or the huge cage she somehow managed to squirrel away in one of the stolen trunks without anyone else noticing, who was Petunia to point it out? She simply smiled at her sister for her consideration of her new owl.

"What do you think I should name him?", she asked Violet. Lily spoke up.

"He's such a big bird...Why not Shadow?"

"What? That's not nearly lordly enough for him! He's positively majestic, there's no way a common pet name will suffice!", she scowled.

"Now now, ladies.", their father chided gently.

"Sorry da'.", they chorused before he once more tuned into the conversation he and his wife were having with their guide.

"Magnus."

"Hm?", Petunia turned to her sister who was being positively adorable as she nuzzled noses with her new kitten. Bright green eyes looked to her.

"I think Magnus suits him well."

"What did you name your cat, Lettie?", and Petunia scowled at Lily for the weird nickname she gave their younger sister.

"Cleothera."

"That's pretty. My little owl here, his name is Hazel for his eyes.", she smiled as she pet the tiny thing sitting on her shoulder.

"Right, well, I think Magnus is a fine name for him. What do you think, Magnus?", the black owl peeked at her from where his head was tucked into his wing, napping. He gave a strange owl-huff before settling again. Petunia grinned in victory. "Magnus it is then."

"Alright girls, time to fetch your potions things!", and into an apothecary they went. Petunia stared around in wonder, roaming with her sister near the back while their plump guide led her sister and parents to the Potions Starter kits.

"Poisons and venom? Vi, do you think Potions will be hard?"

"Not at all, sister-mine. We'll just have to learn how to do it.", she said before grabbing vials and ingredients, climbing up on a small ladder that extended then all the way to the top and moved about on its own as she grabbed more and more. "Pet, catch these please.", and the glass vials came falling down at her. She quickly grabbed them, slipping them into her youngest sister's basket where they slipped out of sight and once more, all that could be seen were her textbooks. "See anything you like?", and Petunia scrutinized the labels before her.

"Saliva of Satyr?"

"Very useful for fertility, love and lust potions, but has a fair few other uses too.", Vi nodded, grabbing the heart shaped vial.

"Crushed bone of Giant, what about that?"

"Do they have that? Oh, we'll certainly be getting that as well. Good eye, Pet."

"Thank you, sister. Oh, how's about Mermaid tears? They look like pearls!"

"They have healing properties if they're from the Mediterranean seas.", she handed her sister the little bottle and she quickly read the small tag. "And just our luck, it is! I believe we've stumbled upon the rarer stock of ingredients. But we'd best move quickly, I think they're almost done."

Pet wasn't sure how many Vi had taken, more than thirty surely but how could more hurt? "Basilisk venom, Centaur stool, sliced liver of kelpie, eye of lionsdragon," Petunia read off as she swept them into her sister's basket. She grinned brightly at her sister. "We'll have so much fun, Vi!"

"Indeed we will, Pet.", and after a few more stolen vials, they trotted off dutifully to their family, Petunia smiling brightly and telling them that she thinks she'll like potions. Their guide smiled warmly, their parents proudly. She ignored Lily's happy smile. Nevertheless, they then went to get their cauldrons and Pet kept watch as Vi took more of them as well, especially the golden one she'd made eyes at. Perhaps Pet shouldn't encourage it but if it helped them in the long run, she couldn't see why they shouldn't take what they wanted. And it's not like anyone paid attention when Vi did it, though she suspected Vi was using some sort of magic to make everyone but her ignore the actions.

After that, they were moving to collect things for Herbology and Vi and Pet ran into that store, completely enthused. Pet heard their parents chuckle along with the woman whose odd name she couldn't for the life of her remember.

"Oh, Vi, look at these!", she showed her sister huge, wonderful flowers, bigger than they were. Vi swiped seeds, of everything Petunia showed her. Eventually, they snuck into a slightly more restricted area of the shop.

"Devil's Snare, Whomping Willow, Mandrakes,", Vi whispered as more seeds were added to their already huge collection.

"Bloody Belladonna, Fanged Geranium, Alihosty, Venomous Tentacula,", Petunia smiled as she helped.

"Oh, Alraune!", and Vi scooped a great many seeds up. The small Alraune that sat on the display watched her curiously. "If you plant an Alraune seed with a flower, it will become an Alraune. They're amazing bits of magic.", she offered her slim fingers to the one sitting before them. The small creature brushed even smaller hands against her. "Also quite pretty.", she smiled. "We'll have the most well-protected hidden garden."

"And the most beautiful.", Pet smiled back as more seeds were grabbed, put in small bags and once more dropped into the endless pit her sister's basket seemed to be.

"You know, some Alraune can grow to human sizes or larger."

"Really? How fascinating. Are they intelligent?"

"Most can't speak human language but they can get their points across fairly well most of the time.", she assured. "Care to grab a few more books? The bookstore didn't have this many Herbology books."

"Why I thought you'd never ask.", Petunia grinned wickedly.

By the time they moved back to their parents- distracted so easily by this magical world- they were just about to go and were only awaiting their oldest and youngest daughters.

"Now where do you two always run off to?", their father smiled playfully.

"Well we need to see everything, da'! Everything is so fantastical here after all.", Petunia smiled her mother's smile.

"Ah, young minds full of good curiosity. Might make full fledged Ravenclaws from you two. Though I suspect Miss Lily here might fit in more with the lions.", and Lily beamed. "Well, we'd best be off then, just one more thing to get.", she smiled kindly. "Wands."

The wand shop they went to looked dark and dusty but the woman (who'd Petunia finally learned was named Ellemae Elm, who taught some obscure subject and headed the Gobstones Club) assured them it was the best wand shop around.

"Now remember girls, no using your wands before school starts,", and Vi and Pet shared a glance. "Now where is that old-"

"I prefer wizened, my dear Ellemae.", they all jumped as an old man with wispy white hair and especially wide silvery eyes appeared. "A springy ten inches, unicorn hair, especially good with charms."

"Yes, Ollivander. Meet Garrick Ollivander here, the owner of this wonderful shop. These are the Evans."

"Evans, you say? Three muggleborn daughters in the same year? How peculiar. Well, no matter, no matter; let the eldest go first, shall we?", and Petunia stepped forward, only slightly cautious. "Ah, yes...", and he snapped his fingers. Petunia jumped when a measuring tape began to move about her and she was positioned this way and that.

"Er- Mr. Ollivander-", but then with another snap of his fingers it clattered to the floor.

"Let's try these shall we? Dragon heartstring, twelve inches, ash, loyal, good for transfiguration.", she held it in her grasp not a moment before it was snatched away. "Definitely not right. Here, redwood wand with unicorn hair, rather energetic and especially useful for Arithmancy.", a vase broke nearby.

"Er- sorry."

"Nonsense my dear! How are we to know which wand would choose you if we didn't try?", he smiled in delight. "Here, try this- lovely rosewood with Veela hair core, eleven and a half inches, and quite elegant.", he handed a delicately carved wand, the handle with lovely flowery looking blooms, to her. "Positively excellent for music related magic."

And Petunia felt a deep warmth travel up her arm and straight to her heart. She breathed in slowly as her hair moved slightly and pretty pink and blue sparks emanated.

"Oh yes, I'd say that is the one. The second daughter, if you please."

"Will mine feel like Tunie's did?", Lily asked excitedly.

"It's different for every wand, Ms. Evans.", he smiled before she was being measured. Pet was still mesmerized by her new wand as she stood next to her youngest sister.

"It looks lovely, Pet.", she whispered as Lily started trying wands.

"Ah, ten and three-fourths inches, willow, with kneazle whisker core, quite willowy.", and Lily bounced to their parents, showing them the thin looking wand. "And the last daughter.", and Vi stepped closer. "Oh my, what a curious scar.", he eyed her a moment as measurements were taken. The first two wands didn't respond at all, the third, fourth and fifth caused fires, and sixth and eighth made things explode and the seventh and ninth crackled angrily. The wandmaker laughed. "I haven't had this much fun in ages! Come, let's try a few more!"

It ended with an eleven inch wand, phoenix feather core of holly, and Ollivander said it was nice and supple. She was told it was an unusual core and wood combination, but it seemed she wasn't surprised.

After that, they were done shopping and were allowed to go home. Once there, the girls asked to go play and their parents obliged, worn out by the events of the day. Pet helped Vi stash all of their new things in one of the fancy new trunks before it shrunk down so they could begin a bit early. Then they were at the park and Lily was immediately showing Severus her new wand and telling him all about her day, pulling her small owl from where it had sat in one of her pockets. Pet's own Magnus had been set loose and even now she saw him hiding in the trees nearby and watching over her. Both of Vi's cats were with her, one lounging on her shoulders and the other in the large pocket of her sweater.

"Have you gone to Diagon yet?", Pet asked. This was the only time, she told herself, that she would willingly start a conversation with the boy. He immediately took a defensive stance, staring at her shrewdly. She knew, well, everyone knew Severus Snape's only friend was Lily. And everyone knew his parents didn't much pay attention to him, too busy arguing. In fact, a small part of Pet felt sorry for him- he often looked unwashed and his mismatched clothes were so very peculiar it almost looked like he did it on purpose. Almost felt sorry. Not quite. She sniffed. "Fine then. See if I try to talk to you again.", and she turned, taking her sister's hand to lead her away.

"I haven't.", and she paused, looking back at him.

"Well. I suppose you haven't gotten any supplies then?"

"...My mother will be giving me her old things.", he mumbled after Lily gave him an encouraging smile. She'd always wanted her sisters and him to get along.

"He is around your size, Pet, in height. Perhaps a new robe would make him a bit more likeable?", Vi whispered to her. Pet doubted that the boy had ever heard her sister speak excluding the last time they'd been together.

"But the dimensions are all wrong for that,", she eyed the boy carefully.

"Nothing a few charms can't fix. Besides, if you do that, he'll be indebted to you."

"And what would he have to offer?", she scoffed as her redheaded sister and the boy watched them whisper.

"You never know, he might prove more useful when magic is about." and Pet stared at her sister quietly.

"Well then, boy-"

"His name is Severus,", Lily piped in. At Petunia's dark scowl, she quickly added, "Severus Snape."

"Snape, then. Vi here can fix up one of my new robes to fit you. Can't be wearing your mother's robes, you're a boy.", gleaming black eyes, wary, a little offended but with a cautious bubble of hope looked at the two. "Come with us, then, Violet can figure out how she'll need to change it."

"Can I come? Where do you two always go anyhow?"

Pet scowled. They wouldn't bring the two to their garden, but one of the other abandoned buildings, far enough away from it should be fine.

"Just follow us.", she snapped. This act of kindness, she thought to herself, better not go unpaid. But she trusted Vi.

Walking for almost twenty minutes with Lily chattering on behind them wore Pet's patience out but she held Violet's hand and dutifully carried on. Lily gasped when she realized where they were heading.

"These buildings are dangerous!", Pet flapped a hand at her dismissively.

"We've been playing about them for years, it's perfectly safe. Snape, go up there with Violet.", she commanded next and the boy hesitantly followed her youngest sister up after giving Lily a last glance.

As soon as Violet and Snape were in the small office room, Petunia turned to her least favorite sister.

"So what do you do for fun in this old building?"

"We practice our dancing.", she replied curtly.

"Oh...Does Mrs. Wivern still teach you?"

"Yes."

"...Tunie, I know we don't get along like you and Lettie do, and I know you don't like Sev much but...Thank you for doing this for him.", Petunia turned from where she was reading an old, almost faded out warning on a rusty, huge machine. Lily's heartfelt eyes made her want to recoil. Lily always wore her heart on her sleeve- a mushy, sappy, air-headed girl. Violet, on the other hand, didn't need to constantly express her emotions in terribly put together words. Her emotions were felt. She glanced up at the room, wondering what was taking so long. When the door finally opened, she got a surprise- Snape wasn't wearing his usual trench coat, though he looked extremely uncomfortable without it. Behind him Violet came, the trench coat neatly folded over her arm. When they reached them, Violet immediately took to her sister's side.

"With the trench coat and one of the other robes, I can make him two.", she whispered. Petunia eyed the boy as he pulled on long sleeves of a sweater too much too large for him nervously.

"Did you tell him that?"

"I did. I don't want Lily to be suspicious that we might have extra robes."

"And what of the trench coat?", she sneered at the ratty old thing.

"I'm sure I'll find use for it. Pet- I think I'll lend him Horologium. He's horribly awkward."

"Indebted, again?"

"Yes."

"You do put a lot of faith into him.", she murmured suspiciously.

"Does he have anywhere to go but up?", bright green eyes gleamed predatorily and Petunia grinned, then frowned.

"But aren't we being a bit too nice?", she asked.

"I thought most strived to be nice. We are being very nice to a poor boy that's worse off than even us."

"I suppose. We better get something back out of all of this."

"Loyalty is a useful trait. You've seen how he is about Lily. Imagine that magnified, just for some cloth and a cat for companionship. It's certainly no skin off our bones.", Petunia looked at her youngest sister thoughtfully.

"...Alright.", she turned to her sister and her friend, who were quietly chatting. "Snape! Violet has two kittens from the shop. She wants to give the second to you."

Black eyes widened, as did Lily's before she grinned brightly, turning to her younger sister. "Really, Lettie?"

"I don't think they'll let me bring two.", she said quietly. "If, he doesn't mind cats?"

"Oh, I- I can't bring a cat home.", he said uneasily. Once more, Petunia and Violet spoke in hushed tones before turning to him again.

"I'll keep him while we're not at school."

"Oh...I would- I would like that.", he stuttered. Violet nodded, dipping her hand into her pocket to pull out the long-furred white cat.

"His name is Horologium.", she held him out.

"You know, Lettie, this is the most I've heard you speak to someone outside of the family and Mrs. Wivern.", Lily beamed proudly. Pet glared at her hotly as Snape cautiously took the cat from the girl. The cat immediately began sniffing him and he looked slightly worried.

"He's familiarizing himself with your scent.", Violet told him and he nodded, slowly beginning to pet the cat.

"You two can go back to your swings now.", Petunia sniffed. "We've got to practice.", before turning and setting up the small radio they always brought out with them. She watched Violet begin to stretch slightly. Stretching too much, Mrs. Wivern told them, destabilized the muscles. But just a bit prevented cramps and pulled muscles.

"Practice? Practice what?", apparently, giving him things made him a bit more sociable. Petunia sneered darkly.

"Dancing.", with that, the radio came to life. "Now if you'll excuse us, we prefer to dance in solitude."

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"No no, that's dicing.", Vi corrected her. Pet frowned.

"Maybe I won't be so good at Potions."

"Nonsense, you just need to practice a bit, as with everything.", she soothed. Pet steeled her resolve. They had one more week before they would leave for Hogwarts and it'd been getting a bit difficult to go anywhere without Lily or Snape asking about it or what they were doing. But now they were squirreled away by their garden, most of their magical seeds now planted and carefully tended to. Violet told her not to worry about the time they'll be gone, as most magical plants are more durable. And that she could cast a few spells to make sure their garden stayed well and alive in their absence.

Oh yes, they'd been practicing magic. Violet had warned her of some sort of- 'trace' that wands had, but had dismantled them. She assured her that no one would notice and that they could practice freely. And of course, Petunia wanted a leg up on her peers. The bigger the advantage she had, the better.

Really, one of the only concerns she had about schooling is if she and Violet were to be separated. Or even worse, separated from Violet and lumped in with Lily. She shuddered at the thought.

At the moment, the two were in a factory by their garden, cauldrons out burning as Violet taught her how to properly prepare and create a potion, adding in tidbits about the ingredients. Violet had read all through the nights for the past few days, only catching a few small naps here and there in their garden, curled up with her cats. Petunia was getting a little worried but was confident that she knew what she was doing.

Three days before they were due to leave, Petunia heard Lily's insufferably bright voice by their garden. She tensed up before carefully setting a charm on her potion, then stuffing her wand under her shirt at her back. Then she was dashing off before they could get too close to her and Violet's special place. No way were they ruining their sanctuary.

"What are you doing here?", she demanded harshly, trying to even out her breaths. She was by the old building Violet and her took them to before, just as they were about to enter it.

"Tunie!", she greeted, surprised. Just behind her, Snape hesitated. "Where's Lettie?"

"Don't worry about that.", she stared at them unblinkingly. She knew Magnus had snuck closer as well, watching them just as intently. "Now what are you doing over here?"

"I was hoping we might be able to study the books together a bit.", Lily told her shyly. Pet stared at her. It only now sunk into her to read through the books they had? "Sev and I were reading them, and I thought...", and as Pet opened her mouth to spit out a harsh no, she heard Vi follow her, steps quiet but recognized.

"If we simply sit and read with them, they will do the same at Hogwarts.", she murmured. "If we do not, they will be less likely to come to us, and we less likely to get secrets from them."

"Secrets?"

"Knowledge is power, Pet. Seemingly simple favors, whilst they are none the wiser, could prove incredibly useful in the future.", and Pet frowned, pursing her lips as she stared at her hopeful sister and her timid follower. "The more they rely on us, the more power we hold over them.", this whisper made up her mind.

"Fine.", she held back a sneer, glancing at Vi and the two cats twining about her legs. Vi picked Rolo up, moving closer as Lily beamed. She handed the white cat to Snape, who held the cat with more confidence then he did the last time. The boy, she noticed, looked unnervingly clean today and his lank black hair wasn't in his face as it normally was but pushed behind his ears. His clothes even looked slightly less like they'd been picked out at random.

She frowned suspiciously. And Lily she noticed was wearing one of her prettier dresses, her long hair held with barrettes. "Where had you two been?", she asked slowly.

"Oh! I met Sev's mother today.", Lily told her bashfully, "She's a very beautiful lady, and she's a witch too!"

"His mum's a witch? What was she then, a muggleborn? Halfblood?", Pet asked with a frown. Why would anyone want to leave the magical world where things are so easy and incredible for a boring mundane one?

"What?", Lily seemed confused at the terminology but Snape tensed up.

"She's a Pureblood.", he said stiffly.

"So you're a half-blood.", Pet nodded to herself. He cringed as though it were an insult. "What's that face for? From what I've gathered, people with at least one magical parent are better off than us muggleborns."

"What? What are you talking about Tunie?", Lily frowned.

"Vi, can you get the book?", and her sister nodded, trotting off with Cleo. "Can't be going in completely ignorant and all. We're related after all and I don't want you going around starting feuds.", Pet said casually.

"Tunie, what on earth are you talking about?"

"History of Wizarding Discrimination; Blood vs. Blood Edition.", Vi returned quickly.

"'An in-depth comprehensive study on the history and current blood discrimination in wizardry all around the world.'", Pet read off neatly. "'A self-updating book written by eleven well-known authors and critics around the world who continue to study and document the blood for blood discrimination.'", her blue eyes looked up at them. "Can't go in blind when we don't know a thing about this wizarding world. Vi, get the cultural books too. And the other Hogwarts ones. I want to get this over with so these two don't act like complete dolts." and she nodded, giving over the book and again making her way back to their garden to collect more books. Petunia refused to have her redheaded sister do something stupid and reflect it onto her and Vi.

"What- where did you get this? It looks expensive!", Lily frowned in concern.

"Vi got it for free.", which technically, wasn't a lie. Snape looked uneasy but it seemed he wouldn't say anything. "Come on, let's find a place to sit."

Into the massive old factory they went, and soon after, Vi found them again in a patch of sunlight. "Alright, let's start with 'Hogwarts; A History'.", which Pet had already read at least four times now.

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After they were through the more important parts of the first book, Pet took a distinct pleasure in crushing Lily's excitement with a series of essays published in a book about the House discrimination in Hogwarts and the underlying Pureblood supremacy in some of the Houses. "-and right here, from a Halfblood Slytherin student with a Pureblood parent, it says they were treated far worse in Slytherin than the muggleborns, also given the slanderous title 'mudblood' because their parent was a bloodtraitor and cast out from the Pureblood family. The student said he was attacked by his own House and by the Gryffindor House and had to go to St. Mungos several times.", she glanced up at Snape. "Say, which House did you say you wanted to be in?"

Snape was very, very pale and Lily gently put her hand on his shoulder.

"Sev? Are you alright?"

"I think he would make a good Ravenclaw.", Vi spoke up again.

"That's the second time you said that.", Lily frowned.

"Because I think he'd make a good Ravenclaw.", she answered blandly.

"Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw...Ah, the Ravenclaw section! Let's see...", she squinted into the book. She really did need glasses. Maybe there was a spell or potion that could help. "Most of the discrimination within the House seem to be about grades. Certain grades are expected to be upheld and if a students lags or falls behind they'll be shunned or mocked by their fellow 'claws'. Other Houses tend to make fun of them for being 'dry brainy bookworms' but the Ravenclaws aren't often bothered by the other Houses. In fact...", she flicked through the pages. "Gryffindor, it seems, doesn't have a lot of interHouse issues but they're often the instigators of incidents and bullying as compared to the other Houses. The ones they target most are their 'enemy' House, the Slytherins. Oh, according to this one, the Slytherins tend to travel in groups so they won't be jumped in the halls by Gryffindors.", she frowned. "How barbaric!", she muttered. "Oh on a side note, while it's mostly Gryffindors who bully, Slytherins are more than happy to reciprocate and tend to target Hufflepuffs quite maliciously."

"The Ravenclaws generally keep a distance from the other Houses.", Vi pointed out.

"I would too, some of these essays are describing horrible things that these students do to one another."

"Like...Like what?"

"One boy had been castrated for...'Making eyes' at a girl the caster liked.", and Snape made a small noise, closing his thighs tightly. It almost made Pet smile, but mostly made her cringe in disgust. "Don't worry, that was one of the more extreme cases. Oh, here's one where a 'loose' girl had been hit by a curse that...", she stopped.

"That what?", Lily whispered.

"No, nothing, never mind." and she quickly turned a few pages. "Oh! This one had a girl who cursed another girl because she was gossiping about her behind her back or something. It...", she squinted for a moment. "What? That can't be-"

"Gave her a bird's beak and squawk. Well that sounds like advanced Transfiguration.", Vi offered.

"Creative.", Pet hummed. "Alright, enough from this, let's move onto the other books shall we?"

The rest of the day was spent enlightening the other two on the wizard world. Vi even lent a few of the books to Snape so he could study them a bit more before they decided it was getting a bit late. Petunia frowned at the sky as they left, beginning to head back to the park. Snape handed over Rolo there and quietly thanked them before heading home.

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Vi hummed as she pet Cleo. The cat was growing quickly, Pet noticed. She was sure Rolo was as well, larger than the female cat. She glanced at her own companion- Magnus was watching the reclining cat idly before he began grooming his feathers. Pet grinned, rolling over and on top of her little sister who gave a small grunt at the sudden weight. "We're going tomorrow.", she whispered excitedly. Vi smiled back at her. "What House do you think we'll be in?"

"Ravenclaw or Slytherin perhaps.", her sister hummed.

"Not a lion or badger?", Pet teased.

"Brave we are, but not rash or traditionally heroic. We can be kind and we are loyal but we usually have ulterior motives and our loyalty is mostly to eachother."

"Excellent deductions, sister-mine."

"Thank you, sister-mine.", she giggled. "But just because we have a few traits that fall into one category doesn't mean that those aspects are the entirety who we are as people."

"Well said. Maybe we should write a few letters or start a petition while we're there.", Petunia mused.

"We'll be the most politically, socially and academically active students Hogwarts has ever seen."

"Revolutionaries!", Petunia joined her.

"We'll turn their governing body on its head and build up a new regime!", and they fell into laughter before cleaning up and heading back home, excitement and content ringing in their bones.

Mostly excitement though.

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Well to be certain their excitement had partially morphed into anxiety the next day as they and their parents went through to Platform 9 and ¾. Lily immediately somehow spotted Snape and rushed them over so their parents could meet.

"Three muggleborn daughters?", Mrs. Snape exclaimed after a few pleasantries were said and it was explained that all three of their daughters were witches. "My, how...Rare.", she caught herself before saying something a little ruder. "Certainly I've heard of two siblings who were muggleborn but three? And in the same year to boot!"

"We're quite proud of our little ladies.", their father boasted, a warm smile and crinkled eyes sending waves of warmth through the two daughters who were paying attention.

"Ah, I've met Miss Lily, and I've heard of these two but this is my first time meeting them?", she turned her curious dark stare onto them and Petunia eyed her for a few moments. She could see some of the boy in his mother, but it was obvious that Snape clearly got his more prominent looks from his father. No, Eileen Snape was a rather pretty (if a bit fatigued looking) woman who was aging rather gracefully.

"Ah yes, our oldest girl, Petunia.", Harry grinned broadly, clapping a hand onto his blonde daughter's shoulder. "Sharp as anything, this one. Can't get anything passed her."

"And the baby, Violet.", Marigold smiled, hugging her youngest's shoulders.

"Me mum says she looked just like my late auntie.", Harry chimed in as he saw Eileen look between the small girl and her parents.

"Ah, I...See. I know in my family some children would turn out looking exactly like great aunts or cousins at times.", Eileen added politely before glancing over to where her son and the redheaded girl were, Lily dragging him to stare at the scarlet red steam engine. "Quite an unsightly color, isn't it?"

"It's certainly garish.", Marigold agreed.

"You know, the train is red for Gryffindor House- bold and bright. And the ink on the letters the children receive is green for Slytherin- subtle and subdued. Compared to this anyways.", she waved vaguely at the train.

"Really? Were you a student there?"

"Indeed I was- a Slytherin and Head of the Gobstones Club in my day.", she said proudly. "Hogwarts is the biggest school in all of England- the absolute best."

"I'm glad to hear of it. Make sure our girls get a good education."

"Oh, of course. Many students grow to become important members of magical society. All of our Ministers have been students there."

"How marvelous!"

"Mum, dad, we want to find a compartment before the good ones are gone!", Petunia squirmed, looking up at their parents. "Not that it isn't good meeting you, Mrs. Snape.", she turned a charming smile to the older woman who gave a small chuckle.

"Excited, hm? Only to be expected."

"Alright, alright. Lily! C'mon, teary goodbyes!"

Their farewell comprised of group hugs (as in, more than once did one of their parents grab the three of them and then the other parent would wrap around them), tears and promises to write while Mrs. Snape said her own goodbyes to her son. Then Pet and Vi politely said goodbye to Mrs. Snape before quickly trotting off with their trunks (already charmed light) and their respective pets with them though Vi left Rolo with Snape.

Finding an empty compartment was a bit harder than Petunia had originally thought but they did find one after a bit of searching. She just hoped her airhead sister and her pet Snape didn't come snooping after them. They might be on 'friendly' terms for the moment but that didn't mean she enjoyed their presence. No, the first person to disturb them was a round faced girl who politely knocked, peering at them with dark brown eyes.

"Excuse me, but you haven't happened to see a toad around anywhere? You see, Frank here,", she gestured behind her to a boy with dark brown hair and caramel colored eyes, "Has lost his."

Pet eyed her sister- who'd jolted in surprise though for what, Pet didn't know.

"I'm sorry, but we've seen no toads around here. I daresay Cleo there would have chased it off anyhow.", Pet spoke up.

"I see...Thanks anyways. Oh! I'm Alice Meadowes by the way and this is Frank Longbottom."

"Petunia Evans,", Pet greeted, "And my little sister Violet."

"Nice to meet you, Alice, Frank. I do hope you find your toad."

"Thanks. I swear that dratted thing always does this...", the boy sighed. After that, the two were left in peace for maybe half an hour into their train ride. Then Lily (who Pet noticed was uncharacteristically furious and red in the face because of it) found their compartment and slammed the sliding door over so she could stomp in, Snape slinking along behind her and holding Rolo sulkily.

"I hate James Potter!", she burst as Snape quietly slid the door closed. Lily threw herself in the seat opposite her sisters.

"Who?"

"He's another First Year. Wants to be a Gryffindor.", Snape intercepted before Lily could open her trap again.

"He called Severus Snivellus!"

And if Petunia snorted a little in laughter, well it was only to be expected.

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! He's mean and rude and belligerent-", she ranted, "And then he tried to tell me to stay away from Sev because he told him his mum was in Slytherin and that he might be a Slytherin too!"

"Not even in Hogwarts or Sorted and there's already House discrimination.", Pet gave a low whistle. "Well this looks promising. What did you say his name was?"

"James Potter. And he had a little posse with him too- Peter, Sirius and another boy."

"Remus.", Severus supplied.

"Right, that."

"Wait, wait, hang on. Did you say serious?"

"No, S-i-r-i-u-s. A star name, tradition for the Blacks, so he's probably a Black.", Vi corrected.

"Weird names. Sirius and Remus?"

"Wizarding folk.", Vi hummed. Pet shrugged. "James Potter, Sirius Black. Did you catch the other two?"

"Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin.", Snape offered in immediate reply, petting the purring cat in his lap.

"What an unfortunate name- Remus Lupin."

"What do you mean?"

"Remus and Romulus, according to legend, were the founders of Rome who fought to death for control over it and were raised by wolves. Lupin, lupus, lupine. Wolf."

"Maybe his parents just really like wolves."

Vi pulled out one of her books from the travel bag she kept on her, "It says in the Most Famous English Wizarding Families that the Lupins are known for fighting for peaceful Werewolf rights and catching and turning in violent and aggressive werewolves."

"Werewolves are real?"

"What? Of course they are you dolt, didn't you read any of your text books? If Goblins and unicorns and vampires exist, why wouldn't werewolves?"

"Well I know I read something about animagus, so I thought maybe tales of werewolves were just about them. If there are werewolves, are there other were-creatures you think?", Lily asked.

"A few, though not as common or widespread and hated as werewolves. Which is strange considering wolves are such social creatures."

"Are werewolves really as rabid and awful as in the stories?"

"The Ministry would have you believe so, but most werewolves behave as any normal wolf when they're transformed. Unless they use Wolfsbane, which is a potion that allows a werewolf to retain their human mind when they transform which is only once a month. Otherwise they're fairly similar to any other witch or wizard, just a bit more resilient."

"I'm glad that you're becoming so much more social, Lettie.", Lily spoke up suddenly, smiling now. Pet glared at her. Of course the chit would pay attention to that and not how utterly genius she is, knowing all that she does so easily.

"Well either way, I don't think I'd much like to encounter a werewolf when they're transformed.", Pet sniffed.

"Few would.", Vi snorted, shutting her book to slip back into her bag. "Wolves are incredibly dangerous and werewolves are a much larger, much stronger variation. Though those considered 'pack' are allowed to get close during those times. As I said- social animals."

"So...That Potter boy wanted to be a Gryffindor?", Pet asked, turning her focus on her sister and the boy.

"He was absolutely certain he would be.", Lily scowled and the expression was so strange on the redhead that Pet almost sniggered. "His friends seemed to be hoping for that House to."

"Don't let them taint your entire view of that House,", Vi piped in. "Broad generalizations like that are what create discrimination and all discrimination does is create a wall between.", and Pet nodded along. Lily huffed, nodding.

"I suppose it'd be silly to think that all Gryffindors are like them."

"And they might not be Gryffindors at all.", Pet pointed out, crossing her legs.

They rode in silence for she didn't know how long until a homely looking young woman came by with snacks.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?", she smiled. It was Vi who bought things, having the best understanding of the strange wizarding money. If she had more than she should have, the other two didn't notice, too wrapped up in the strange new candies. Lily's small shriek when her chocolate frog almost got away startled Cleo, Rolo and made Magnus fluff up in agitation, her own small owl jumping and letting out a small noise. She offered a sheepish grin, even more embarrassed when a Prefect came in to see what was wrong. The Hufflepuff girl was thankfully very sympathetic, telling Lily that when she had her first chocolate frog she reacted much the same before leaving them in peace.

They ate until their stomachs ached from all of the sugar and not once did Lily think to ask about the sheer amount of sweets Vi was able to get, though Snape occasionally sent her a cautious look, nervous.

Pet wondered if he would scrape up the courage to ask about it or confront her. Petunia grinned, pleased. On their way and already they had a follower that knew better than to ask questions.

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