Prologue
Just over 17 Years Ago….
"Excuse me, young miss?"
Petunia Dursley held up her right index finger, to indicate to whoever was about to make an inquiry that she would help them in a moment. Damnit, she thought, she was just getting to the climax of J.R.R. Tolkien's epic masterpiece "The Fellowship of the Ring."
"Yes Sir, how may I help you?" She looked up over her desk to see a fellow in a black cloak. His face was oddly distorted, like some kind of deformity. His nose, she thought, looked almost like a pig's nose, turned up like. The Man's skin was just slightly tinted, as though it had lost some of it's color over the years, but the man did not look old at all.
The man stared at the desk for a moment and picked up a little plaque which read "Petunia Dursley: Librarian." "I'm assuming this is you," The man licked his lips revealing a tongue that was also noticeably off-color, and teeth that desperately needed braces of some kind.
"Yes, that's me," Petunia responded politely. "Is there something you needed help finding?"
"Well…You…frankly, I'm looking for you," The Man responded.
"Me? Why?" Petunia's face suddenly went hard, all of a sudden it looked like her neck had grown several inches and her lips turned to stone.
"I was just wondering, Madam, if you'd heard from your sister lately?" The Man asked ever so smoothly.
"My Sister? I don't have a sister." She said, she turned to grab something out of a drawer, acting as though this conversation no longer needed any input from her.
"I believe you do Madam." He held out hand to indicate a height, "Yea tall, green eyes, name of Lilly."
Petunia froze. "What do you want with Lilly?" She said turning her head away from the drawer as slowly as she could.
"Well, I just heard the good news!" He said.
"News, what news?"
"About the Baby." At this Petunia stood up, she hadn't even known Lilly was pregnant, some sister she was, now that she was off and about with that idiot boy who…
"AHH!" At that moment a dirty sewer rat crawled out from a hole in the wall. It zigged and zagged around Petunia's feet for just a moment before she kicked it across the room and jumped up onto her desk chair.
"Madam, I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry, If you could just give me and address for the purpose of congratulations…"
"How did you find me? How did you know we were related? Who are you?" Petunia stared at his dark, cold eyes from on top of her desk chair.
"I told you, I'm in a bit of a hurry, but I suppose if you're not going to be any good to me…" His voice trailed off as he nonchalantly reached for something from under his cloak. The man pulled out what looked like a stick right off a tree branch, "Avada…"
"Excuse me, Sir…" At that precise moment the rat she had flung across the room suddenly shed it's tail and began to grow, faster and faster and…were her eyes tricking her…or was there a short, fat, bald little man standing where the rat had been just seconds ago.
The Man with the odd nose wheeled around quickly to see the squat round man.
"Who are you?! What do you want?! Tell the truth!" The Man said this very fast, and very loudly.
The Bald Man made some kind of squeaking noise and said. "My name is Peter Pettigrew, secret keeper for Lilly and James Potter."
Petunia, still standing on the desk chair saw the man in the cloak lower the wooden stick. He wheeled around one more time, smiling for the first time since he entered the room and said, "Thank you, m'dear, but your services are no longer required."