Petunia Evans the Muggle

by Trickster True

Petunia hates magic, that is a known fact. She always has and the one who was reborn as her? Hates magic as well, though for a complete reason. So desperate to keep everything the same she ends up being the one to change things. Petunia hates magic, but at times she thinks that she hates herself more. Reborn OC!Petunia, sticks sorta close to cannon.

4. Chapter 4

I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter four

~ Entry 001 - Written by ###### Petunia Evans.

Rebirth is an impossibility. Death should be the last thing after life not waking back up. I'm not suppose to be here, I'm not, I'm not.

I refuse to believe that I'm in a Book series.

Rebirth is impossible[...]~

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~ Entry 047 - Written by ###### Petunia Evans.

Lily (nee- Evans) Potter, Muggleborn Witch, wife to James Potter, mother to one son Harry James Potter, Date of Birth 30 January, 1960, Date of Death 31 October, 1981. Cause of Death - Killing Curse cast by Voldemort.

James Potter, Pure-blood Wizard, husband to Lily (nee- Evans) Potter, father to one son Harry James Potter, Date of Birth 27 March, 1960, Date of Death 31 October, 1981. Cause of Death - Killing Curse cast by Voldemort.

Peter Pettigrew, Half-blood Wizard, betrayer, Date of Birth 31 August, 1960, Date of Death sometime during March, 1998. Cause of Death - forced self-strangulation.

Sirius Black [...]~

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~Entry 382 - Written by ###### Petunia Evans.

Lily you may or may not be reading this. If you are and you are trying to read it out loud then I have no doubt that you have learned about the charm to silence you. This is only for you, sister to sister, blood to blood. I'm sorry that I have never been a good sister to you or a good daughter to our parents, but I had to you know. If you have read all of the entries before this one then you probably already figured out what I'm about to say.

I know how everything turns out. I know and I have always known.

You can hate me, you can love me, you can forgive me and I won't care. I did what I was suppose to do. So, hate me, despise me Lily, it's okay to do so.

God knows I do.

All I wanted was a change, something to prove that it would be okay for me to do what I want... but there never was.

I'm sorry that I never had the guts, the bravery to try to go against time and what I knew. I'm sorry that I still don't. I hate Magic, but I don't hate you.~

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Every morning I got up early to get the milk and to wait for my sister's son to appear on my front porch.

It was hell to do so, but I still did it. I didn't want to run the risk of Vernon of finding him first. That was the worst thing that could happen at this point.

And it did work; I got up, cleaned up a bit then stepped out the front door to see a small bundle sitting innocently by the milk. Only it wasn't moving.

I felt a jolt of horror and quickly picked it up, pushed the blanket from it's face and realized that he was freezing.

Faster than I could blink I was in the bathroom filling the tub with a bit of warm water. I unwrapped him, ignored the letter, and carefully held him in the water. I washed him gently and watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open, showing green eyes.

Once he warmed up I picked him up to dry him and realized three things all at once. How did the milkman not notice a child on the porch when he left the milk, magic users were idiots to not at least put a warming charm on the blanket, and 'He' was not a he after all. He was actually a she.

"Oh dear."

Damned if I do and damned if I don't does not mean to throw a curve-ball to my face dammit.