This one's just a quickie. I was thinking about how DH said Harry may never see his aunt and uncle again, so this is what would happen if they did bump into each other. You know Harry Potter belongs to JKR. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just having a little fun. Love ya, Jo!
The woman bumped into Harry at the store. Harry sometimes preferred to shop for groceries (when Ginny forced him) at a Muggle store; wizards and witches still tended to stare at his scar, and there were less of them present in the Muggle world. Yes, it's true, there were more of them after the War than before, but nonetheless, Harry felt less conspicuous there.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the woman said as her cart ran right into Harry's. "I wasn't paying attention to-"
Her pale eyes widened as she looked in wonder at him.
Harry looked into her eyes and was jolted into recognition, although he had not seen the woman for years. "Aunt Petunia?" he asked, unsure.
"Er, hello Harry," she said. "Why are you… I mean…" She was unsure of how to phrase her question.
"In a Muggle store?" Harry finished for her. "I hate people staring at my scar and pestering me for my autograph and stuff." He laughed. "Like that even stops them here."
"So," she started again nervously. "How did the… thing go? You know, with-with Voldemort?"
"Oh," Harry replied, "He's dead. Dead and gone. I can have a life now."
He saw something in her eyes, a sense of relief, but also pain. She misses her sister, he realized. After all these years, she still misses her sister.
"Er," Harry started, "You, er, you miss my mum, don't you?"
"What are you talking about?" his aunt snapped. "Why I'd miss a freak like her…"
But her eyes told him the truth.