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"I just watched my dog chase it's tail for five minutes and thought 'Dogs are easily entertained' then I realized I just spent five minutes watching my dog chase its tail."

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Opening her eyes to the bright lights that woke her up, Petunia stretched languorously forgetting for a moment that she was in her hospital bed with IV's embedded in her arm.

As soon as this realization set in however, she paused immediately.

Then frowned. She felt much better than she usually did. Her illness usually left her tired, both physically and mentally. Now, for some reason she felt amazingly refreshed and energetic, even more than she had when she was well.

She rolled on to her side to check the clock placed on the bare wall of the hospital room, only to fall off the bed with a loud thump on carpeted flooring.

What in the-? She hadn't fallen off a bed since she was a child. And why wasn't she in the hospital? Had she somehow been cured and the hospital had discharged her? This theory, while odd, was the only one that made sense. Why else would she be in what looked to be a bedroom? An oddly familiar bedroom at that.

The woman frowned as she stood up. She felt odd. As if she didn't belong in her body anymore. What exactly was going on here?

Before she could examine herself carefully the door to the room swung open loudly.

Petunia froze in complete and utter horror at the small figure that stood in the doorway.

"Come on Tuney! Mum said we could go to the park after breakfast! "

For the first time in her 45 years of life Petunia Dursley, who prided herself in being practical and not at all like those whimsical, flighty, dainty girls, fainted.

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When she next woke up, she kept her eyes firmly closed and told herself that everything she had seen earlier was a dream. Nothing but a dream from the medications.

Alas, this was not to be. "Tuuuney! Tuuuuney! Wake up."

Petunia kept her eyes closed.This is bad dream. This is nothing but a really bad dream. And if I remember it, I'm going to request a change in medication.

She didn't move when this... this dreamLily poked her. She didn't dare breath when dreamLily leaned over her.

DreamLily soon left to her relief. But unfortunately instead of leaving her alone she did something worse.

"Mum! Dad! There's something wrong with Petunia! She fell down and she's not getting up!"

At the sound of a flurry of footsteps running towards her general area, Petunia jumped up, with surprising agility considering her age, and ran out of the room.

Pushing past a surprised miniature-Lily, Petunia ran into an open bathroom and promptly locked the door.

What was going on?! What kind of dream was this? It was too realistic, too real.

Turning away from the door, Petunia made the horrible, horrible mistake of looking in the mirror.

She was young. God, she looked like she did when she was ten!

Ignoring the pounding of the door and the pleas from her parents (Her parents!) Petunia reached up a hand too hesitantly poke her cheek.

It was... it was real. What in the bloody hell? The blonde woman, girl actually, didn't even care that she was cursing. The situation she was in overrode that particular rule.

She... she was somehow back in time. But how? It seemed too realistic to be a dream and really the only reason she wasn't in a state of complete denial was because of her exposure to the magical world as a child.

Having a professor from a magical school turn your stuffed animal into a real animal could really put a spin on one's perspective.

"Petunia? Petunia, love. Please open the door."

Petunia pushed back her tears. Dad. She had missed her father. He had died too early and still young. And his death had been the finally rift between her Lily since it was caused magical terrorists.

"Petunia?"

"I-" She cleared her throat nosily "I'm fine, daddy. I just had a bad dream."

"A bad dream that made you faint?" Harold Evans had always been a perceptive man, Petunia thought ruefully.

"No, I got up and I felt really dizzy and I fell."

Pushing open the door, she looked up at the much younger and much less weary man in front of her.

Petunia thought she did a good job containing her surprise when her father lifted her up and she only struggled slightly.

"Your all good?" She nodded.

"Ok, come on then, your mum made delicious pancakes."

Petunia was then carried downstairs and into the kitchen where Lily (Dear Lord, Lily!) and her mum where already sitting.

"Are you Ok, honey?" Her mum paused her cooking to walk over hug her.

"Yeah, it was just a bad dream." Iris Evans exchanged a glance with her husband who shrugged his broad shoulders.

Petunia couldn't help feel a bit irritated at the condescension of their simple act before she reminded her self that as she was 10 years old to the rest of the world her parents had a right to act like this.

Mum gently kneeled down, making herself eye-level with Petunia. "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

"Yes, mum." Petunia made sure to add a bit of a childish whine so they'd back off a bit.

"Ok, dear. Sit down and eat your breakfast."

Sitting next to a waving Lily, Petunia tried to take in the absolutely surreal scene she was now in. She had somehow gone back in time but how? Lily was the magical one not Petunia.

Lily leaned over, waving her spoon excitedly as she spoke. "Tuney are you OK? You really scared me! Are we still going to the park?"

Petunia blinked. She'd forgotten how excitable Lily was at this particular age. "I'm fine. Sorry I scared you, Lils. And yes we're still going to the park. "

Now if only she could remember which park they'd gone to when they were younger. There where quite a number of them in Cokesworth.

With a cheer, Lily went back to eating her food quickly, ignoring a 'slow down' from their mother.

Seeing her sister alive and happy and with no bitterness and jealousy weighing down the friendship was amazing. Petunia didn't know what had given her this second chance but she was going to make it worthwhile. She'd-

Wait. Wait. Second chance! Hadn't she wished for a second chance when she had been in the hospital? That had been one of her last thoughts before she'd gone to sleep. Her wish had obviously been granted. And it seemed magic was somehow involved.

But how?

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Well, I got this written out even through all the finals being thrown out at me! I'm pretty proud.

Review please!

Thanks,

ShaSha