Everybody knows the infamous playground were it all begun, the place were Petunia Evans began hating here dear sister Lily Evans but what if that didn't happen? What if Petunia had magic too? And that is the moment were this story is going began to
''Lily I told you, don't do it'' yelled Petunia to her little sister, the girl in question was now letting go of the swing for the third time. She had enough of it, in a view seconds Petunia stood next to her sister and began whispering mean things. ''Tuney stop, I'm not a freak'' answers Lily. Just when Petunia was warming up a frail boy with long black hair felt through the bushes. ''Don't listen to that.. that muggle'' he pointed at Petunia. ''Lily you are a witch, don't you understand? All the weird things that happened to you or others when you were angry, sad or even happy. That's magic, and I know all this stuff because I'm a wizard.'' Slowly he walked towards the two girls. ''Come Lily, we're leaving.'' The older sister grabbed Lily's arm. ''We don't believe in such nonsense'' in an effort to get Lily with her she stared to push her little sister towards the exit of the playground. The flower that Petunia had picked from the field was dried and looked old. ''Lily'' her voice started trembling ''what did you do to this flower, obviously did not pick this one'' the boy looked at her with a puzzled expression. ''what'' snapped Petunia. She glared angry to the boy and gave Lily a look which obviously meant 'I'm going to tell mommy' with large angry steps Petunia stalked of.
The magical incidents didn't stop though, whenever she was sad, angry or in love strange things happened. For example: there was this boy Vernon and she liked him, a lot. So when she told him Vernon began breathing little pink hearts through his nose. That was the moment when she decided she couldn´t like him. Lily had told her several times to come with her and talk to Severus about magic because Petunia was a strong witch as he said. But she didn´t come to him, she barely spoke to Lily or any of her friends. She once overheard the two freaks talking about when they could attend the freak school. Petunia would be finally free from all of this nonsense when the freaks were eleven. But when it was just the matter of days before her eleventh birthday Petunia got nervous, what if she was a freak? It would certainly explain a lot. ''Don't let them get you, keep normal.'' Whispered the girl.