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: Petunia will make some mistakes in this form. Dumbledore didn't remove any of her memories just altered her body. I'm going to spend time playing with Petunia as a child before getting to the whole 'other schools arrive' bit. So don't expect them to arrive until chapter nine. Thanks for reading.
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Chapter 4
Petunia almost ran into Harry as he left the Great Hall with Minerva. Okay, Professor McGonagall. She was going to have to get use to calling them Professor instead of their first names. Of course Snape would always be Sev and she was determined to use that shorten version of his word or even Snivellus, as she overheard Lily's dumb future husband call him. She sat down at the Ravenclaw table, had to be shown where that was, and saw that the food had already arrived.
"Time tables, everyone," an older student called out and Petunia saw them being passed around.
When she got hers it read:
Monday
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Study Period
Tuesday
Transfiguration
Potions
Lunch
Herbology
Wednesday
History of Magic
Magical Theory
Lunch
Free Afternoon
Thursday
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Lunch
Study Period
Friday
History of Magic
Magical Theory
Lunch
Herbology
Astronomy (Midnight, Astronomy Tower)
"So not looking forward to Friday," Petunia muttered to herself before starting on breakfast.
She had grabbed some books on her way out and, thankfully, two of them were for Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. She still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right about Moody. All around her she heard everyone talking about the Defense lesson that they were going to. Petunia didn't know if she should be worried or downright scared.
Charms was taught by Professor Flitwick, their Head of House. He had them open their books and read the first three pages dealing with the basic charm Lumos. They wouldn't be trying out the charm until Thursday, which Petunia was relieved about. She might be new to the whole 'witch' thing but she wasn't stupid. At least that's what her mum told her one time. Reading, she discovered, took her mind off of her grief.
By time the bell rang she had written some notes down and hadn't thought, once, about Vernon and Dudley. She sighed as she put her book away and picked up her bag.
"Miss Evans," Flitwick called out.
She turned to see her Charms teacher looking at her.
"Yes," she said.
"Time heals all pain," he told her.
Petunia nodded, figuring that he was talking about her dead husband and son.
Defense was a complete nightmare. Moody started the class by drinking out of a hip flask and had them working on some dark creatures that made Petunia shutter. She looked up to see that he had a grin on his stupid, scared, face. She went back to her work, ignoring him.
"That class was boring," one boy said as they left and headed for lunch. "I thought we would be watching him cast curses and stuff."
Petunia rolled her eyes, glad that they hadn't watched him casting curses. She thought the whole thing would have freaked her out. She did see Harry at the Gryffindor table when she walked in. He was talking about something that he must not have been able to talk about during class. Trying not to be nosy she headed for the Ravenclaw table and sat down.
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"So your aunt got deaged and is a student here," Ron said when Harry was finally able to tell them what Dumbledore had wanted.
"Yeah, that's what he said."
"I wonder what house she was sorted into," Ron wondered.
"Ravenclaw," Harry answered, "And I'm glad to. I don't think I could stand being in the same common room with her."
"She has to be smart to be in Ravenclaw," Hermione figured.
"I plan on ignoring her all term," Harry told them. "And I don't care how smart she is."
"I agree," Ron said, "Though I must admit that I'm going to cherish Dudley's tongue growing."
He laughed and then, "HOW DARE YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY."
Harry looked up to see a girl, around eleven, with red hair. The look on her face told volumes. The only person that would get mad about Dudley getting pranked would be his mother.
"You," he snarled, getting up.
"Harry, don't," Hermione begged.
"What is your problem, firstie," Ron asked.
"Ron, I think that's Harry's aunt," Hermione hissed.
The girl, now known to him as his aunt, pointed her wand at Ron. Suddenly, as though some strange force knew there was trouble, Professor McGonagall appeared.
"Miss Evans, put your wand away," she demanded.
"Holy-."
"Don't even begin that sentence, Mr. Weasley," she said, "Put your wand away, Miss Evans, before I give you detention."
She did as she was told and then stormed out of the Great Hall.
"That can't be your aunt," Ron said when McGonagall left, thankfully not taking points off or giving detention. "She's got bloody red hair."
"Don't remind me," Harry said, darkly.
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Petunia couldn't believe that Potter's friend brought up what had to be the most painful memory that she had of her dead son. Next to learning that he had died! Petunia didn't talk to anyone during study period, which took place in the common room. All around her fellow ravens had books out, frowning at whatever they were attempting to write. Petunia was reading over her notes, a couple first years actually attempting the Lumos charm.
Petunia among them!
"Study period over," Flitwick called out and everyone closed books, returned them back where they belonged, and went to put their things away.
Petunia had survived her first day at Hogwarts.
The next morning Petunia stayed as far from the Gryffindor table as she could. She saw Harry glaring at her but she turned her attention to her food. She was going to pretend that Harry wasn't there and just learn. It was clear that Harry hated her for what her and her husband had done. And allowed Dudley to do! Petunia had a restless night, dreams about her dead family, fire, and Harry's anger.
Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall, who was Head of Gryffindor House. That's what the older ravens told them that morning. She took roll, glaring at Petunia when she came to her name, and then gave them a stern talking to.
"Transfiguration is the most difficult and dangerous magic that you'll learn. Those acting up will be asked to leave and not return. You've been warned!"
And then she turned her desk into a pig and back again. They were all impressed until they discovered that they wouldn't be changing the furniture into animals any time soon. After they took down a lot of complicated notes they were each given a match. Their job was to turn it into a needle. Petunia wasn't fool about how simple this one was. She looked at her notes and then attempted to do it.
To her complete surprise her match turned into a perfect needle. Professor McGonagall only gave her a point.
"She must really hate you," a boy said as they left. "I mean, only a point for a perfectly transfigured needle."
"Don't remind me," Petunia said.
If Transfiguration was bad Potions was worse. Petunia didn't know if Snape was one of Harry's supporters or he just hated her from when she had been a child the first time around. He took roll, stopped at her name, sneered at her, and then continued. One thing was for sure. The other ravens picked up on it.
"Excuse me," Petunia said, raising her hand.
"What is it, Miss Evans?" he asked, glaring at her.
"The Headmaster told me that you would have my basic supplies."
He grumbled and pointed to a box. "Go, get your stupid ingredients."
She glared at him, he returned it, and then took ten points from Ravenclaw for the glare.
The lesson for today was a simple potion to cure boils. Petunia didn't want to do anything to make this man madder than he already, most likely, was. She lined up the ingredients and started to chop them, grid them, and measure them out. Snape came around to see how they were doing. He stopped at her table and asked, "What the hell are you doing, Miss Evans?"
"Making sure that I don't make a mistake," she answered.
"You had better not, or you won't like me anymore than you already do," he hissed and he walked off.
Dear lord, what had she done to deserve this?
Thankfully the girl that had gotten expelled had shatterproof bottles. She put her sample into it and signed her name. No sooner had she turned her sample in but Snape tried to knock it over. The bottle bounced but didn't shatter. The look of hate grew and Petunia knew only one thing. She was going to need plenty of shatterproof bottles if she was going to survive Snape's class.
"Are you on the same block as he lives?" the boy who had asked her about McGonagall asked her about Snape went the lesson had ended.
"You don't want the answer to that."
Herbology, thankfully, was better. It was taught by Professor Sprout, who was the Head of Hufflepuff house. She was a nice woman that really knew about her plants. Since Petunia had worked with plants before she knew that she was going to really 'dig' this class. She snickered at the pun. Of course she wasn't fooled into thinking these were 'normal' plants. Everything had a purpose and everyone here would have to learn that.
When the bell rang it ended Petunia's second day at Hogwarts.
The most boring class of the week turned out to be History of Magic, taught by Professor Binns. The older students told them that he had been very old when he got up to teach one day, leaving his body behind. He droned on and on about goblin wars and Werewolf codes of conduct. Petunia would later on discover that Ravenclaw was the only house that didn't get Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.
Magical Theory was all about the theory behind spells that were used in Charms, Defense, and Transfiguration. Professor Quick talked about that some students don't ever get the theory down and so they usually have the most problem with magic. Petunia quickly discovered that she had a knack for theory. When the bell rang everyone gathered up their things.
"Homework," Professor Quick called out as they were leaving, "I want a foot essay on the first Transfiguration theory. Due on Friday!"
Petunia made a mental note to write that down.
"I'm going to just enjoy my free afternoon," the boy that seemed to be asking her all the questions said.
"Yeah, I need a break as well," Petunia confessed.
What she really meant was that she needed a break from Snape and McGonagall.
After she had dumped her bag in her dorm she headed down to the Great Hall. She had managed to figure out how to get there without getting lost. She passed by several Hufflepuffs and that's when she heard the sound that meant that Moody was walking down the corridor. He was also muttering to himself. Petunia only caught one word, "Soon" before he was gone.
What did that mean?
The rest of the week went by very quickly. Thankfully the new students weren't fools to wait until the last moment to do that Magical Theory work. The only plus side of Astronomy was that she would be able to sleep in on Saturday. However she still couldn't get that word out of her head. What did Moody mean by soon?
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A/N: Yes, Petunia is still nosy. Of course she's got good reason and her arrival, naturally, has caused 'Alister' to make his first mistake.