I don't own Harry Potter as much as I wish I did. Any and all recognizable characters, places and things are the product of J.K. Rowling.
He walked by the party goers completely un-noticed. Surprising, considering who he was. Then again, this was the muggle part of London. He amped up the built in heating charm in his trench coat to 7 as a cool, brisk wind suddenly blew through his bones. He'll have to remember to thank the twins for adapting his cloak into a more muggle appropriate coat. He found the little café they were to meet at with ease. Even after 6 years the neighborhood hadn't changed much. She was sitting in a booth near the back, her hair in a mad state, her eyes weary. She stood as he approached.
"It's been a while, Harry." Said male extracted a small vial filled with a clear liquid from his coat pocket before removing the garment and sitting across from the haggard woman.
"So it has been, Aunt Petunia." The woman sighed as she re took her seat. "Have you finally left that oaf of a husband of yours?"
Petunia sighed again. "Yes Harry, the papers were finalized this morning, though how you were able to get lawyers to work on a holiday is beyond me." Harry shrugged.
"Money talks, even in my world." Petunia sighed once more before turning her attention to the vial on the table. "Is that it then?"
"Yes Aunt. If you are truly his soul mate, the potion will turn silver with a drop of your blood. His has already been added, so you are the deciding factor." Harry leaned back in his seat and took in his aunt. "Are you sure you want to do this? We could always wait a bit if you wish."
"No," Petunia replied, "I've waited long enough. I need to know if Lily was right."
Harry sighed, and then extracted a dark ebony wand. "Alright then. Give me your finger." Petunia let out one last sigh and held out her right hand. Quickly, Harry muttered a spell and made a small cut across her middle finger before letting a drop of blood fall into the vial. Healing the cut, he said, "We will know for sure in a minute. Would you care for some coffee?"
"No thank you, Harry. You've done more than enough for me as is."
"It's not a problem, Aunt Petunia," Harry said, smiling for the first time. "It's nowhere near how much I owe you for getting me out of that house when I was ten."
"Yes, but if I had acted sooner, you wouldn't have had to spend these past 6 years on your own." She replied worriedly. "How have you been? Have you been eating well? Has your scar been bothering you?" She looked at him concerned.
Harry's smile got bigger. 'I'm just fine Aunt. Darron has been keeping us both in tip top shape. He's almost too obsessed with his health now. Won't even eat dessert every once and a while. If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't believe he was the same boy!"
Petunia smiled, relieved."That's good to hear. So he changed his name to Darron, then? And your magic? Have you both been careful?"
Harry relaxed further in his seat. "Our magic is fine, Aunt. We've been practicing even more since we discovered we didn't have the Trace. Turns out it's placed on 1st years' wands when they enter the great hall. And can you blame him for changing his name? Dudley isn't exactly one of the top ten most popular baby names, you know."
"Well a mother worries you know. He's at your hide out holding down the fort then, I suppose? And don't you go around blaming me for that god awful name! It was Vernon who insisted on it." She scowled at her ex husband's name.
"We couldn't exactly leave it empty, now could we? What with all of the hunters about. And I never said I blamed you for that name."
"It was implied."
Harry smiled again and looked at his watch. "I do believe that the potion is finished now, Aunt." Petunia looked suddenly anxious. In the background Harry could vaguely hear the partiers starting to count down.
"10…9…8…"
"Are you ready?" He asked, grasping the vial.
"7...6…"
"As I'll ever be."
"5…4…"
Harry glanced down at the vial and smiled.
"3…2…"
"Congratulations Aunt Petunia. You are in fact the soul mate of on Severus Snape." She smiled in relief.
"1… Happy New Year!"
So as this is my first story, I would like some feedback please. Anything, really. I'm doing this un-beta'd, so if you see a grammar or spelling mistake, or if i didn't make anything very clear, please let me know!
~Rainbow, OUT!