Uncle Vernon woke Harry from his afternoon nap by barging loudly into Harry's bedroom.
"Boy! Get up and get dressed. We've got a guest coming for dinner tonight. She's Petunia's sister, and I want you on your best behavior. No freaky stuff!" Uncle Vernon roared before leaving the room.
Harry rolled his eyes at the ceiling. No freaky stuff tonight, darn. Just when he was planning to conjure giant squirrels and ride them around the house.
Harry began to put on one of the nicer sets of clothes he owned, then paused. Petunia's sister? His mum was dead and Harry was fairly certain that the Dursleys weren't big on necromancy. Did he have an aunt he'd never heard of before? Maybe Aunt Petunia would tell him more.
With that thought firmly in mind, Harry finished getting dressed and set off to find Aunt Petunia. She was in the kitchen cooking something for dinner.
"Boy! Do something about your awful hair, my sister will be here any moment!" Petunia screeched.
Harry obediently reached up to try and flatten his hair. "Who is she? I've never heard you had another sister."
Aunt Petunia snorted. "She's wasn't very close to Lily and me. I haven't spoken to her in years. Last thing I heard she was working at some bank in London. Ridiculous if you ask me. Women should keep house and let the men work. Her husband had some horridly common name too, Johnson or something."
The doorbell rang at that moment and Harry hurried over to open the door. When he did, he saw a woman with a terrible haircut who smelled vaguely of peppermint.
"Hello," She said, "You must be Harry. My name is Tulip Jones."
A/N Um, hi. Neither story is mine. Did anyone else ever notice the Lily/Petunia/Tulip connection?