Petunia shuddered the moment the doorbell rang. She hesitantly peered through the drapes at the two cloaked figure on the doorstep. They were both wearing a dark coloured cloak, covering their faces. She opened the door, a look of terror upon her sallow face.
'Why are you here?'
The shorter of the two figures crumpled to the ground, revealing dark red hair. The other pulled out his wand, pointed it towards the women on the ground, 'Eneverate' and the women awoke and started to cry.
'Tuney …' Petunia looked shocked. She had not been called that since her childhood. 'Dad died'
The impact of those words remained with Petunia. She never forgot the way Lily had told her the news.
Why had Lily told her? When did Lily know? How did Lily know? Questions tumbled in her head making her upset. She scanned Privet Drive quickly before ushering her sister and brother-in-law inside.
She took them into the spotless kitchen and sat at the dining table. Looking across at her sister, she asked what had happened.
Mrs Evans walked from the car up to the front door. She had lifted her hand to the knob, when the door opened. Unused to this, she dropped her hand and hesitantly walked inside. Heading to the lounge, she noticed the house ruined. Paintings smashed, carpet scorched, sofa overturned. Upon entering the room, Mrs Evans gasped in horror: there upon the blackened grate lay her husband.
Cackling laughter rang through the room. Turning, she saw a wild hair lady bearing down on her. With a gleeful laugh she raised her wand. CRASH! Half of the top floor had collapsed on her, saving Mrs Evans from death.
Lily stood on the other end of the lounge, concentrating. Mrs Evans saw her husband's body float towards her daughter. She then felt herself rise and float across the rubble.
'Mum are you alright?' Lily asked anxiously.
'I'm fine … she trailed off as she looked at Mr Evans. Tears filled her eyes as she gazed upon his lifeless body. 'What happened?'
Lily walked over to the upturned sofa, wave her wand, fixing it to its original state and sat down. 'You remember how I told you about a certain Dark Lord?' Mrs Evans nodded. 'He is gathering supporters to help destroy what he considers a threat. This threat is said to be born upon yesteryear. At the end of July, with parents who have defied him thrice.'
Mrs Evans head snapped at this last statement. 'You don't mean ..'