Title: Petunia's Wish Comes True

Rating: T

Summary: Redo! During Harry's fourth year Petunia is discovered to be a witch. Dumbledore deages her so that she can attend Hogwarts and not look out of place. Soon she finds herself in the middle of the Triwizard Tournament and all the dangers that comes with it. Based on the Magical Petunia challenge on Potions and Snitches!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

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A/N: I redid Chapter 1, so it's going to be different. This is a redo of Chapter 2. I hope that you enjoy it.

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Chapter 2

"What do you mean that we have to talk?" Petunia asked him.

"Minerva, I think we need this mess cleaned up," Dumbledore said and he saw Petunia flinching as the mess magically vanished.

"And what is he doing here?" Petunia asked, pointing to Snape.

"I had him come," Dumbledore answered. "Mrs. Dursley do you remember what happened today?"

"The neighbors came and one of the men said that Dudley shouldn't have been driving at fourteen even though Vernon was with him," she said, "How dare he say that after their both dead."

"Petunia, what else happened?"

"I got mad, really, really, mad, and that's all I remember," she answered, "When I came around you three were over me."

"Mrs. Dursley you had a case of accidental magic," Dumbledore told her.

"No, I'm not one of you," she said, "You told me as much in that letter."

"I'm afraid that I was wrong," he said, "The book that records magical births records you being a witch."

"How can I be one of you when you told me that I didn't have Lily's talent?"

"I don't know," he said, "You never showed any signs of magic and, yet, you did accidental magic. The only way to control it is for you to come to Hogwarts."

Petunia laughed and asked, "How are you going to hide a woman, my age, among all your younger students?"

"We can deage you to eleven," Dumbledore replied, giving her a look that he gave all that he spoke to. "You have nothing left here."

"But-."

"If you don't go the Ministry will bind your magic," Dumbledore cut in, "Of course I thought that you wanted to go to Hogwarts?"

"So no one will know that it's me," Petunia said.

"I will have to tell Harry, of course," Dumbledore said, "You might do things that he knows only his aunt does."

Petunia didn't know what to do. On one hand she had totally turned her back on her sister and her freaky world, but, then, on the other hand this was what she always wanted. She always wanted to cast spells and be a witch. That's what had made Lily special and her nothing.

"I'll come," she answered, "But what about the house?"

"The Ministry will take care of it," Dumbledore assured her.

Of course she really didn't know what that meant.

She ended up taking a Portkey to Dumbledore's office. This was something that she didn't like. When she appeared she almost screamed as she heard the snoring coming from the different paintings. Dumbledore's office was done in dark tones, with little tables that had all sorts of things puffing out smoke in all sorts of different colors. Behind the desk was a bird that Petunia had never seen before. It looked at her as though she was interesting.

The door then opened to reveal the return of the Headmaster.

"You could have warned me about that thing," she said.

"Would you of accepted it?" he asked her. "Severus is brewing the potion that you will take. Until then, I'm sure that you're hungry."

She nodded, her stomach grumbling. Of course she let out a scream when a creature that she had never seen before appeared.

"It's just a house elf," he said, "She's not going to bite."

"What is it that you need?"

"Bring Mrs. Dursley some late dinner," he told it and it vanished.

Dumbledore directed her to a chair, where she sat down. A couple of minutes later the house elf was back. This time Petunia only jumped but didn't scream. The tray had things that she knew that Dudley would love. The tears welled up in her eyes and went down her face.

"I can't believe their gone," she said.

"We can't change fate," Dumbledore told her, "But we can learn from the past and become a better person."

Petunia felt oddly comforted by those words. She then looked back at the tray and cut open the potato, adding sour crème and chives on it. She took one bite and grinned. For a magical place they knew how to cook. She didn't talk while she ate and when she was finally finished the door opened and in walked Snape and a man that she had seen with her sister.

"Ah, there it is," Dumbledore said, "Mrs. Dursley, this is Alister Moody."

"We've met," she said.

"I doubt it," he growled, "Just finished checking things over."

"He was in my privet stores," Snape hissed.

"The benefit of being an Auror," he said.

Snape glared at him and then placed the potion on the table.

"Thanks," Dumbledore said and they both left.

Petunia at once had a really strange feeling about this Alister Moody. She had just told him that they had met but he pretended that they hadn't. She broke away from her thoughts as Dumbledore explained the potion.

"This potion will turn you into an eleven year old," he explained to her, "The only way that you can return to normal is if an antidote is given."

"I have a feeling that I won't be able to fit into these clothes."

"I can charm your clothes to change, to suit your age," he said, "That way nothing…falls off."

She nodded and then Dumbledore cast some kind of spell. Even though she flinched, she figured that he had a reason for doing so. He then tapped several times on her shirt and skirt, muttering something that she didn't understand.

"The charm I placed on the door is to make sure that no one walks in. After you've deaged I will let you use the possessions that a first year left behind. She was expelled for, well I'm not going to tell you the reason, and so you can use her things. Professor Snape will provide you some basic potion supplies when you come to his class."

"Let's hope she wasn't large," Petunia said.

"I have a loaner wand that you can use until Saturday when I can take you to Diagon Alley to get a proper wand," he explained. "I will have to warn you, that potion doesn't taste good."

"Thanks for the warning," Petunia said and she drank it down.

She almost threw it up.

She got a feeling that someone was forcing her body into a really small shape. It wasn't painful but it sure didn't feel good. She closed her eyes, willing for it to stop. When it finally was over she could move her feet inside shoes that use to fit her. She looked down at her clothes and saw that they were clothes for an eleven-year-old.

She stepped out of her shoes and walked to the only mirror that was in the room. She gasped as she saw that she looked eleven with long blond hair and blue eyes. And then suddenly her blond changed to red. She backed away in shock.

"What just happened?" Petunia asked.

"It seems that you're a Metamorphmagi, very interesting," he said, "Your sister wasn't one."

"I bet there are loads of people here that can do it," Petunia reasoned.

"No, it's very rare," Dumbledore said and Petunia smirked.

She was done something that her sister wasn't able to.

"Let me go and get those things," he said and he left her alone.

Petunia didn't have to wait long for Dumbledore to come back. She tried to change her hair back to blond but it stayed red. She sighed and sat down. When Dumbledore came back he said, "You're not yourself. That will affect your ability to use it."

"So I'll be stuck with red hair," she reasoned.

"I think that once you get over your mourning period that you'll be able to use that ability," he said, "Well, here are your robes. I'll be in my quarters. Ring the bell when you're done."

She nodded and he left her alone.

The uniform pretty much explained itself. She put on the slip, the skirt, and then put on the shirt and then the sweater. Thankfully the girl that had gotten expelled was her size and so the robe, which was the last article, didn't feel big or small on her. She put on her shoes, buckled them, and then rang the bell. Dumbledore came down at once and looked her over.

"Much better," he said.

"Headmaster, can I ask you a question," she said; not sure if it was good to voice her concern.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Does Alister Moody have a good memory?" she asked him.

"The best," he answered, "Why do you ask?"

"Then how come he doesn't remember me," she asked him.

"What are you talking about?" Dumbledore asked.

"When Lily was trying to mend our relationship she brought Moody with her," Petunia explained, "I told him that he needed to get a facelift and he threaten to turn me into a ferret."

"I'm sure that it's just stress," Dumbledore reasoned.

"Maybe, but something just doesn't feel right," Petunia told him.

"Mrs. Dursley you're under a lot of stress," he said, "I'm telling you that's Alister Moody."

Petunia figured that he was right but the feeling wouldn't leave her.

"I think that we should get your sorted," Dumbledore said, smiling at her.

She nodded and then that's when he took an old hat down.