Petunia was a watcher, and this was obvious to anyone who decides to watch her. Petunia would watch her neighbors for the newest gossip- did Mrs. Pearberry really wear that dreadful sweater?- and she would watch her son to make sure be was happy- did Duddyums want that new computer game?- and she would watch her nephew, Harry. Petunia would watch Harry for any 'funny business', for any signs of rebellion, and to protect her family. Petunia clearly remembered what Lily was capable of, and she was sure any son of hers would be capable of the same.

"Mommy, can I have some friends over for dinner?" The carpet was slightly dirty.

A smile spread over Petunia's face. "Of course you can sweetie. Just remember that you can't have more then three people over at a time- we can't fit more at the dinner table."

"You should get a larger dinner table then."

"A larger dinner table wouldn't fit in the kitchen."

"Mom…"

"A larger dinner table wouldn't fit in the kitchen." There was dust gathering on the cabinets as well.

"We could eat in the living room."

Petunia's eyebrows rose. "Honey, what would the neighbors think?"

"I don't know. But Mom…"

"No, and this is the final answer."

"Fine, fine."

Petunia spied Harry peaking around the corner at the conversation between herself and Dudley, and her body language grew immediately tense and her voice harsh. "Don't you have something better to do? I thought you still had chores to do."

"I finished my chores, ma'am."

"Then what are you doing, peering around corners like some sort of ghoul?"

The boy averted his eyes. "I was wanting to ask you a question."

"You know that questions aren't well tolerated in this family."

The boy, if possible, shrunk even further in on himself. "I was wondering if you had ever heard about someone named Alexander III of Macedon?"

Petunia's facial expressions scrunched up. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"The name popped into my head one day and it seemed rather familiar…"

Petunia clenched her hands. "I have never heard of this man, and you must be imagining things, as per usual. I want to hear no mention of this man again."

The boy's head drooped. "Yes ma'am."

"Now go find something productive to do. I know- you could vacuum and dust the living area, they are starting to show hints of dust and grime."

"Yes ma'am."

"I want it done before Dudley's friends arrive."

"Yes ma'am."

"And don't forget about dinner."

"I won't ma'am." The boy stood still for a few moments.

"Well, get on with it!"

The boy scurried off to complete his chores.

Petunia shuffled the incident away in her head, remembering the name. She didn't recall ever hearing about this man in relation to Lily or anyone else of… their world before.

The next time Petunia heard mention of this man was the next day. The boy had stopped eating his potatoes to place his fork on the table. Usually the fork never leaves the boy's hand until he is finished.

"Aunt Petunia, I found out who Alexander III of Macedon was today."

"I thought I told you I didn't want any mention of this man."

The boy stared at his plate. "He is Alexander the Great, the man who conquered most of the known world before his death at 33 years old."

Petunia raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"He was one of the most successful military figures ever recorded in history."

Petunia looked at her husband, whose face was now brandishing a light shade of red. "Where did you hear of this name?"

"Alexander the Great was mentioned in our history book at school."

Vernon's red colored face slowly turned to puce. "I don't want mention of that man in this house ever again."

"Yes sir."

Dudley turned to his father. "Why don't you want mention of some dead guy in this house?"

"It's… an adult reason Dudley. I will explain it when you are older."

"But I want to know now!"

"I will tell you when you are older, and there will be no if, ands, or buts about it."

"Fine, fine." Dudley slouched in his chair.

Harry picked up his fork and returned to his meal, quickly finishing his potatoes.

On Monday Petunia had to go in to teacher-parent conferences. Normally this wouldn't be anything but a thought in the back of her mind, but at the moment this event was a prelude to the majority of her thoughts. When she talked to the neighbors, the teacher-parent conferences were brought up. When she talked to Vernon, the teacher-parent conferences were brought up. When she saw Harry, the teacher-parent conferences were brought up. The only reason this was an issue was because of the strange things Harry had been saying lately, and Petunia couldn't help but fear what the teacher might have to say about it. Petunia really didn't want to cause a scene.

"Ma'am?" Speaking of the devil, Harry now appeared before Petunia with his back straight and with striking green eyes focused entirely on her. "I would like permission to go to the library."

"Now, Harry. Why would you want to go to the library? There is nothing of value there." For some reason Petunia was nervous, though there was no reason for her to be this way. Petunia couldn't understand the way she was reacting to Harry, and that just made her more nervous.

Harry looked Petunia directly in the eyes. "I want to go to the library to research some information."

Petunia straightened out her posture and tilted her chin level so that she was now looking down at Harry with the very bottoms of her eyes. "No, you may not. Don't you have chores do to?"

"I have already finished all of my chores, Ma'am. Why won't you allow me to go to the library?"

Petunia looked away. "Just… because. Find something productive to do!"

Harry curled his fingers into fists and gritted his teeth for a mere moment, but the signs of that reaction left so swiftly that Petunia thought that she must have dreamt Harry's reaction. Harry was now looking at the ground, cloaking his eyes from Petunia's vision. "Yes ma'am." Harry left the room and Petunia was left to ponder her strange reaction to Harry.

"Hello Mrs. Dunsforth." Petunia pulled back the seat in front of Mrs. Dunforth's desk and seated herself in the seat. "How are you doing today?" Petunia did her best to keep the strain from her voice, but she wasn't quite sure if she achieved her goal.

"Hello Mrs. Dursley." Mrs. Dunsforth was a larger woman, and the extra weight she carried with her was carried in a strangely sensational way, and she couldn't help but exclude an aura of confidence. Petunia couldn't help but wonder what a woman like this was doing teaching kindergarten- she should be in business scaring lesser men into submission. "I like your…" Petunia quickly noticed that Mrs. Dunsforth wasn't wearing any forms of jewelry. "I like the way you matched your shirt to your eyes Mrs. Dunsforth."

Mrs. Dunsforth nodded. "Thank-you Mrs. Dursley, and now down to business. You have two students in my class, a Mr. Harry Potter and a Mr. Dudley Dursley. I will start with discussing Mr. Dudley Dursley because his personality is infinitely for easy to discuss then Mr. Potter, as I am still puzzling him out which is rather odd for me. Mr. Potter is a very complicated individual for his age."

Petunia nodded and let her eyes flicker to the clock- it has only been two minutes. Beautiful. "Harry certainly is a strange child."

Mrs. Dunsforth nodded. "Mr. Dudley is a very pretentious young man, and he could do from some more discipline in your household. He does not quite understand how to follow directions or the reasons for why he should follow directions in the first place. He also has a rather short attention span, as most child these days, and he could be helped by participating in activities that require participation and concentration on his part."

Petunia bristled. "What do you mean by this?"

"I meant exactly what I said. I said that your son needs to participate in activities that require concentration and he needs more structure at home so he learns how to better follow directions. If you do not correct these problems soon, then he will not be able to support himself when he is older. Namely, he will become a spoiled brat how can't properly function in society."

"My Dudley will be just fine. He is most certainly not spoiled!"

"I am only commenting on his behavior in my class, Mrs. Dursley. You don't need to be overly emotional about facts."

Petunia. Adverted her eyes and looked at the ground. "What about Harry, Mrs. Dunsforth?" Petunia could feel Mrs. Dunsforth's eyes burrowing into Petunia's head as she analyzed her every reaction.

"Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Harry Potter is a child who is not a child. He understand the world in a way that most children are incapable of- he can quickly see cause and effect reactions between his and others' actions. He already is capable of reading, writing, and philosophy and math. However, his knowledge is not complete- for example, for a long time he thought that the earth was flat."

Petunia's eyebrows raised and she moved her gaze back to Mrs. Dunsforth. "Harry thought the world was flat? How on earth did he get that idea into his head?"

"I was planning on asking you that question, Mrs. Dursley, as it is very odd that that bit of elementary knowledge was completely skewed in his mind when he is so knowledgeable in other areas."

"I don't know. In fact, I didn't even know that Harry knew how to do math or philosophy. I knew he knew reading and writing, as he has asked to go to the library, but I don't know how he learned any of this as my husband and I certainly didn't teach him."

Mrs. Dunsforth frowned. "That is most certainly very odd." Mrs. Dunsforth sighed. "Mr. Potter is very strange in ways other then his knowledge banks. Mr. Potter also is quite capable of using persuasion on the class, and if so he wishes he could control the entire class on a whim. I am a very lucky woman in the fact that Mr. Potter hasn't decided to do anything overly disruptive on the class so far."

Petunia raised an eyebrow. "How could one child control an entire class?"

"The rest of the class acknowledges the fact that Mr. Potter is very smart and is capable of achieving events beyond their reckoning."

"How did the class some to this conclusion?"

"They came to it through some even that happened during recess, and I was not present for it. I do believe it happened about two weeks ago though, because that was when the entire class came back from recess entirely silent and wandering amidst their thoughts. That is not normal behavior for children."

"That makes sense." Petunia was now the one to sigh. "Has anyone at recess figured out what happened?"

"No. I have already asked the teachers, and they weren't aware of anything happening that day. The children also won't say anything, and that is another example of odd behavior from the children on the part of Mr. Potter- the children won't tell of anything happening on that day, and normally children are incapable of keeping secrets to themselves. They also won't discuss anything about Mr. Potter from them- the most information I get from the children is when they say 'Harry's nice'. Anything else is avoided."

"I really don't know why this is going on. I'm surprised I didn't hear anything about this from Dudley."

"I am not surprised Mr. Dudley didn't mention it."

"Why is that?"

"That is because Mr. Dudley was with the other children when it happened."

"But Dudley didn't treat Harry any differently at home…"

"Quite possibly on whatever orders Mr. Potter gave the rest of the children as well."

"Oh…" Another woman- Mrs. Brown if Petunia remembered correctly- stood outside the door, waiting for her conference with Mrs. Dunsforth.

Mrs. Dunsforth noticed the woman at the same time as she then ushered the woman into the room. "You may enter, and Mrs. Dursley and I were just ending our conversation." Mrs. Brown walked in and Mrs. Dunsforth turned to Petunia for a few last words. "I observe the class and Mr. Potter for one week, and if the conditions don't change I will speak to the Principal. Either way, Mr. Potter shouldn't be in Kindergarten."

"Thank-you, Mrs. Dunsforth. I will speak with you later." Petunia then grabbed her purse, stood up, and left the room without another word. After all, far too much was on her mind to clearly analyze her actions. Far too much information was shuffled into her mind all at once, and she needed time to think about the information she was given. Petunia, at that moment, decided that she would speak to Vernon on this matter tonight.